HI! This week's reviewer is...actually I chose 2 reviewers! And Puck will announce them!
Puck : The reviewers are Arabella Quinn and TheWorldDoesn'tStop! Arabella Quinn gets a "World's Greatest Granny" mug! And TheWorldDoesn'tStop gets a sunflower hat!
Granny Relda : Hello! Have you seen my mug and hat? I left it here somewhere...
Puck : (whispers) Quickly! Gather your presents and go!
Chapter 9: Curse This Soft Heart
Puck laid Sabrina down on the trampoline. About 50 feet away, Mark groaned. Daphne paid no attention to the fallen faery's pain and she ran to the trampoline. Daphne's welled up with tears.
When she reached the two, Puck was staring down at Sabrina on his knees. Daphne shifted her eyes from Puck to Sabrina. Wow. Sabrina's still wet hair clung to her face and her body was severely scratched by the hard, rocky ground that Mark threw her upon.
Blood was slowly trickling down from the long gash on Sabrina's neck.
Puck cursed the ground for being so hard and rough. He cursed Mark for throwing her upon the ground. And he cursed himself for letting this happen. For letting Sabrina fight this guy. Puck still remembered this boy as the small child who had looked up to his enemy. Back then, he was small and he could cause no harm for the Faery Prince. Back then, Mark did not have the strength, or the courage to harm Puck physically. Now, he had both. Puck hated to admit it, but he was wounded.
He couldn't believe that he had failed his job, which was to protect the two sisters. He looked at Daphne and saw that fat tears were gliding down her pained face, and her eyes firmly closed, as if closing it would make her oblivious to her sister's agony. Sabrina lay where Puck had left her, not moving even the slightest muscle.
Puck grabbed at his hair in frustration. By the look on Sabrina's face, he could tell she was hurt. Puck buried his face under his trembling hands and he silently shed tears.
From where Mark was, he could see that the three have left him and were way over there. He cocked his head to the side in question and continued to stare at the three. He could see very well, due to the distance between them. He hazily got up from where he was lying, his whole body ached from the fall, yet he did not sit back down.
Each step pained him, but it was nothing compared to his training. Yes, his training. He had trained to change his body from the weak little boy he once was. And he succeeded. The road was long and rough, but he had refused to give up. At last, he had achieved his goal to rival Puck. From when he was born, Mark's path was chosen. He was to accompany his older brother, Gordon, in defeating Puck. He had no actual reason to hate Puck. No reason, what-so-ever. He had no idea why he was causing the Faery Prince, no, the Faery King pain. All he knew was that he was sick and tired of living in his brother's shadow. Once and for all, he, Mark, would beat Gordon. And since Gordon spent all his time creating plans to make Puck miserable, Mark decided to beat Gordon to it. While Gordon had fled, leaving Mark here, Mark realized that Gordon did not care about him. Thus, it led to him taking out his anger on the poor Grimm girl.
He was ashamed. He regretted throwing the Grimm girl aside, as soon as he had done it. Really. But, what was done, was done. He did not possess the power to reverse time and him being sorry will not reverse Puck's anger towards him. Mark could see that Puck was miserable, even from where he stood. That Grimm girl meant a lot to him, he could tell. He tried to stop himself from feeling sorry, but his heart was far from being hardened. A wave of apologetic emotions left his mind blank.
He flew to the trampoline, but no one seemed to notice.
"Uh...uh...I'msosorryforhurtingthisgirlandeverythingelse." He burst out. That earned him a look from both the young girl and Puck. He guessed that the young girl was the blond girl's sister. The girl burst into sobs. Talk about awkward. He thought that the young girl would tackle, or attempt to hurt him, like her sister. He shuffled his feet at the unexpected response from the girl. Puck, on the other hand, shot him a furious look.
"Who are you to just throw Grimm aside like a rag doll and just come waltzing in with an apology?" Puck yelled. "Just go away! Can't you go back to your brother's side and leave us? What have I ever done to you?"
Mark flinched at Puck's outburst and he looked down at his feet. Any trace of his training vanished and he was left with what he used to be. He felt so...so helpless. He felt like a young boy being scolded by his mother.
"Look at me! Stop staring at the freaking ground and meet my eyes! You had no trouble with doing that just a few minutes ago." Puck said, his words filled with an unbelievable amount of power.
Mark looked up at Puck and he could see something in the King's eyes that he had never seen before. Was it anger? Hurt? Pain? Agony? He could not be sure, but he knew that it was bad. He could not bear to be in their presence any longer. He had caused so much pain to them.
"Curse this soft heart." Mark thought. And he fled. Like the coward he was. A few seconds later, he was nowhere to be seen. He, too, had disappeared like Gordon.
Puck let out a sob. Daphne, who had been crying the whole time, looked at Puck in astonishment. Puck was...sobbing? Daphne's body had run out of tears and she was dreadfully thirsty.
After a few minutes, Puck wiped up his tears, but they would not stop. He held Sabrina's shoulders and gently shook them.
"Please...please..." he choked out.
At that moment, Uncle Jake entered the room. He had returned. He tried to stay away from Ferryport Landing, but his heart ached for Briar. He had come to the house, and he went to greet his nieces. They were always happy to see him. Maybe, they could take his mind off Briar, and he could joke around with them. He opened the door, to be met by...nothing. He guessed they were in Puck's room. And he guessed right.
This time, he was met with sobbing. He ran towards the loud sounds and he reached the three he was looking for. But one was unconscious, the other one was shaking, and the last one was sobbing. Huh. Then he noticed the blood on Sabrina.
"Who did this?!" He yelled, alerting the two of his existence.
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