AN~ Pathetic excuse for a chapter.
Sabrina was staying up late, as usual. She'd made a habit of doing so, hoping that sooner or later she could read through all the books in the house, or at least the journals. She wasn't going in any particular order, just whichever book she grabbed. After a year, she was over three-quarters of the way through and moving fast.
Tonight she was reading an older journal, one by Angelina Grimm. Sabrina liked Angelina's journals, Angelina reminded her of herself. Headstrong, smart, brave, annoying, protective, loud, and stuck up, it was Sabrina to a T. Of course, Angelina was a pretty great fairytale detective, too.
She'd just found something interesting. Angelina was talking about a discovery she'd just made, a sword of some kind. The way she talked about it, it seemed more like a group of swords than one, but she always refferred to it as 'the sword'. She found several references to it in the journal. It appeared to be some sort of communications device, as well as a weapon in disguise.
Sabrina yawned. It was probably time to go to sleep, but she wanted to write in her journal first.
Today has been interesting. There have been several new developments in my powers since I last wrote. It seems to come in spurts. I get something new, then nothing happens for a wek or so, then BAM! 3 new powers in one day! I can control the weather and the elements, and, wait for it- bubbles. I know, crazy, right? I'm assuming it's not just that, but for now I can make bubbles out of thin air, and they don't pop. I've been really tired recently, but that comes in spurts, too. Like, I'm tired, then I'm full of energy. It's weird. I'll talk to Baba Yaga about that tomorrow. And the swords in Angelina's journal.
Dad's not going to have us move out. Yet. It's interesting, I'm the only Grimm who's an everafter, and yet all my dad can think about is my safety. I hope he changes his mind eventually.
No developments on the Scarlet Hand front. Still silent. I think they're planning something big.
Yours,
Sabrina Gri
Sabrina fell asleep on the couch, pen in hand and journals on her lap, with her name still unfinished.
