A/N: Hello everyone, I hope you enjoyed the last chapter, though it was a bit short. Anyway, I would like to thank all those who reviewed and read my story. Don't worry, this is not MY FINAL CHAPTER, hope that stopped people who werent reading this. zAnyway, I hope that you all continue to read.

"It is better to die on your feet than to live on your knees."

― Emiliano Zapata

Chapter 10: Phoenix Wings

Charon held Malice's hand as she lied down in her bed. It had been a week since she had opened her eyes, and that scared everyone. Her temperature got higher and higher as the days went by, and when she didn't look pale, she was red in the face and flushed. Each day, it seemed pointless to hope that she would wake up, but Charon reassured them that Malice was alright. With growing suspicion, they were satisfied with his answer, knowing he was their for the girl longer than anyone outside of her family.

"...Charon..." a small voice cracked out.

"Malice, your awake." he said before enveloping his best friend in a tight embrace.

Gulping down the water that she was handed, Malice felt her burning throat cool a bit. It still felt a bit scratchy though. After downing four cups of water, her quench was soothed. Turning to Charon, whom sat on the chair next to her bed, she placed a small aloof smile on her pale face.

"Are you okay?" Malice asked, worry lacing her voice.

"Yeah, but you scared me there for a second." Charon admitted with a light hearted grin, but it soon vanished, "How come you didn't tell me that you were getting your wings?"

"I didn't really think it was that important." shrugged Malice, looking at the floor.

"Not important," Charon screeched, "Your becoming a full pledged fairy," his voice lowered sadly, "Just like Aunt Maleficent."

It was a rather hot Saturday, as summer was fast approaching. Seasons seemed to change regularly in the Storybook Dimension, as if there were only two months for autumn and spring, but four for winter and summer. However, school only dismissed for those who was either ahead of the class, or with the class, ecodemically speaking. Sadly, this whom are behind usually stay behind, learning during vacation time, or trying to do an extracurricular activity during school to pass the semester. There was another group that stayed behind, the ones who were on punishments, like our favorite group of royals and rebels.

"Charon, you need to-" Poppy began when she stopped to stare at Charon and Malice.

Ever since Malice got sick, Poppy decided to spend time with him. Shortly before the fourth day of being together, she developed a slight crush on him. Charon placed another kiss on Malice's cheek before walking over to Poppy with a cheeky grin.

"She's awake." he said.

"I've noticed." came his reply before Poppy left.

A shrill scream sent her running back into the room. Malice had her back facing the pair, holes burnt into the gown Charon made her wear when she was unconscious.

"I think you should leave." was all Charon said, pushing her out gently with promises of explanations and locked the door.

A red gash opened up on Malice's back before beautiful wings tore through the gashes. They were just about every color in the universe, and stretched from one slide of the room, to the other. It was a brilliantly ten feet long. They then disappeared as Malice willed them to leave,

"Everyone will probably wonder about the screaming." Malice started, smirking.

"What are you gonna tell 'em, we had sex?" asked Charon, but was startled at the contemplating look on Malice's face, "You are not telling people that. That is lying and suggestion of incest."

"What? Maybe it will get that Poppy girl to leave you alone."

"She's a friend."

"Tell her that, she was all over you, like she owned you are something."

"You do the same."

"That's different, I DO own you."

Rolling his eyes, Charon exited the room only to be dragged away by Poppy.

"Your telling me what happened." she stated.

She towed him away, not even looking back or listening to his protests. Malice rolled her eyes and magically placed on her regular clothes, following them.

'This should be good.' she thought with a devious grin.

A/N: Sorry for the long update, it was a bit rushed. As you can tell, a bit Poppy/OC thing. Also if any of the characters seem OOC, don't hesitate to tell me. OOC means out of character... i think. Peacesss!