Disclaimer: I do not own the sisters Grimm

*Cry*

So here we are.

What's in the box?

The world may never know… ok they will, I won't be that evil.

Puck's POV

With a trembling hand I propped the lid up, half expecting some payback for all of the pranks I'd played on her.

I wish I hadn't done any of that…

Peering inside, I noticed a note lying on the top of the pile of, letters?

The note seemed so, well I guess I could say it seemed intense, but nothing could fit the feelings properly.

Slowly, I gingerly took the notebook paper and put it on my lap for me to read.

Dear Puck,

If you are reading this, I am either dead, or you have found both the box, AND, the key.

You have probably just discovered this in my closet while planning my next prank, and if so…

GET OUT!

But, on the offhand chance I am deceased, please continue reading.

Do not be worried about me, I know I'll be fine, and if I end up with the devil I have one thing to say, "See yah there!"

I never could've imagined my life being so short, but I couldn't imagine it being long either. I hope that everyone is smiling and laughing at my funeral, because, well, I'm not really a loss.

In fact I kill people more than save them.

Now, Gasbag, I know you'll be the one throwing confetti in the air screaming "Finally, I'm FREE!" But I want you to know some things. Maybe you'll find them interesting, maybe you'll puke.

I honestly don't care, but hey, might as well look at your expression from above.

You think they sell cameras there? Oh well.

Dig In…

Reading this, it just, well, killed me.

She didn't actually think she was going to die early, everything was covered with sarcasm.

If only she knew, if only I knew…

A warm liquid dribbled down my chin and splattered on my hand.

I reached up to touch my face and when I brought my hand down, I knew they were tears.

The box, taunting me with secrets and Sabrina lured me closer to the lined inside of the wooden capsule.

Forever holding, possibly her dearest memories.

I finally had enough nerve to pick up the envelope holding a cache of memories and knowledge.

Inside there was an index card.

Dear Puck,

I have to say that, well, I truly think of you as my best friend.

Now that I am dead, I don't want you to worry.

I will be fine, believe me.

Just look at the next rainbow you see, know that it is me and dance in my colors.

(Plus, I hear there might be some gold at the end, worth checking out in Fairy port Landing.)

After all, after every rainfall or bad moment, there are rainbows and sun.

I almost couldn't bring myself to believe that these were her last words.

Her last, naive words.

Did she honestly feel that way?

Well, now I know she would never feel the same way as me, ever.

A sadness crept over me, stealthily, like a cat, creeping through the smog of an early morning in the bustling city.

This sadness, well, it wasn't a tragic sadness (although that couldn't have helped.).

This sadness came from the knowledge of love and no mutual feelings, only the small foundation of BFF's.

(Yes, I know these terms. Gosh!)

Then I realized I wouldn't see her for a while.

It hadn't rained for months and it wasn't even rainy season.

Just then, as if somebody was answering my thoughts, I saw the sky flash with lightning.

Every one began to run for the safety of their cars.

In the mess, I noticed the old lady sitting by the river.

I put the letters into the box and latched it carefully, then, popping out my pink wings, flew over to what now seemed like an ancient, woman.

"Hey old lady, you should go to the car, it'll be better." I said, barely managing a whisper.

Even though I knew she should've heard me, she just stayed in the same emotionless position, staring blankly at the trees across the river.

It was probably more hopeless to wake her from her trance than to wake Daphne up.

Ok, no, Marshmallow still has her beat.

"I never thought I would lose her, and it was my entire fault." The old lady whimpered.

I arched my right eyebrow.

"Your fault? Please! I was the idiot who dropped her in a pool of water and told her I hated her. If it is anybody's fault, it's mine."

I was saying, not really to her, but to myself.

I should have been the one to suffer; I should have been the one to die. But NOOO Siree.

Sabrina had to be killed and taken away from her family and, and me.

I love her, wait no, correction, I loved her.

With these thoughts I plopped myself down next to the old lady weakly and curled into a ball.

In minutes, I exploded.

Figuratively, I wouldn't have minded literal, then I would be with….

The one I killed.

"I love her! WHY DID SHE HAVE TO GO?" I screamed with anger and agony.

Sadness panged me in the chest before I started sobbing; every breath I took with her gone was agony.

Nothing was worth anything without Sabrina.

Murder began to form in my eyes; my pupils became the only visible part of my eye.

"I hate NOTTINGHAM! He did this to her, it is his entire fault!" I cried, not even letting my tears subside I screamed my tortured words.

The mix of emotions was too much for me and I fell over, unconscious.

Blackness enveloped me, coldness whipped at me, and all of this was inviting to me.

Words began to pang around the blackness.

Memories of times I would like to forget.

I tried to shield myself from receiving any words, but they were already embedded in my mind.

"Love will be the end of you." No, it was the end of Sabrina.

"You care about me?"

"Don't let it go to your head, gasbag."

"You're in love with me! I knew it!"

"Gross!"

"You want me to be your boyfriend, don't you?"

*Smooch*

I didn't mind that, but I can still feel her hand in my gut.

"I hated you!" "You took every opportunity to remind me that I was weak and stupid!"

She dabbed my tears away.

"When I was barely out of diapers he took me aside and told me I would never be king. He said I was a disappointment to him and he would never give up his throne to me I went to mother in tears and she explained him to me. She said he was worried about the kingdom's future and feared that his successor would destroy it-even if that successor was his own son. But my mother swore that one day I would wear the crown, and he would never see it coming. Until then, I would have my own kingdom. Then she gave me my name: the Trickster King. I've worn it proudly ever since. When I got older he tried to force me to marry Moth. So I told the old man he was nuts. Disobeying your father is a crime in our world. He banished me. But, here I am, the King of Faerie anyway. My mother was right. He never saw it coming."

I was so embarrassing.

"If you tell anyone I was crying, you'll regret it, pus-brain.

Then her words were said with pure tender care.

"I won't tell, stinkpot, looks like you and me finally have something in common."

"What's that?"

"Families we're not sure we want to be part of,"

This was crazy, her family loved her.

"The old lady told me you're quitting,"

"I am not quitting. I am retiring. You can't quit something you never wanted to do in the first place,"

WHAT! She was the best in her family without even trying.

"You can't quit something you never tried either."

"I tried! But people got hurt when I tried, look at Mr. Canis and you!"

This was infuriating, without her, well, I doubt anybody would be alive.

"Oh, poor Sabrina. Such a walking disaster. I was there. Mr. Canis didn't get hurt because you were because you were being stupid. You were the one that saved him, and the rest of us. If you hadn't done what you did we'd all be dead. The trh is, and I hate to admit it , but you're a hero and a pretty good one. You help people when no one else can. From what I hear that's what your mother did, too. It's in yo blood, and blood isn't something you can walk away from."

She looked at me funny when I said that. Why was I being so mature…

"When did you suddenly become Mister Maturity?"

I laughed.

That's when I heard the sounds of Daphne's screams.

My head began to throb.

I tried to wrench my eyes open, but they felt as heavy as bronze, even heavier.

I finally managed to pull my eyes open.

Daphne came in screaming, "I told you he was waking up!"

Relief rolled over everybody's face. Well, except for Sabrina's.

Anger, that was all I felt, no thankfulness at the sympathy on their faces, but anger.

They are worried about me when Sabrina just died.

A surge of adrenaline pumped through my body as I flew over everybody.

My head began to throb even worse.

Before I could see their reactions I raced for the river where she was set free.

I sped to a stop as I raced further upstream when I saw it.

CLIFFHANGER

Lydia it'll be alright.