Hey guys...Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know I said I would be updating a lot now, but I haven't had time until now. But it is the summer, so you'll see more I promise.

ANYWAY, Book 8 came out! Tell me what you thought!

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The air around Sabrina's right ear vibrated as several blinking lights buzzed annoyingly, trying to get her attention, as if she didn't know they were there.

Puck's minion's were just as irritating as him.

"Get away from me before I get some bug killer!" Sabrina hissed as quietly as her temper would allow, swatting the pixies away from her face. Her threats and physical abuse had no effect on the pixies, who merely dodged her flailing fists, regrouping, and swarmed around her face once more.

Even though she didn't want to admit it, especially to herself, maybe this was her own fault. After all, it was her decision to sneak through the window in her Dad's old room, shimmy carefully to safe place on the roof, and sit there, admiring the clear night sky.

Sabrina was unable to sleep. Not as in, too restless, she was, but she wasn't weary. She felt pumped and energized as if she was about to run a marathon. So here she sat, nearly four o' clock in the morning, on the Grimm Household's roof.

The pixies found her on their own. Sabrina wasn't sure if they were allowed to roam around on their own. The only time she ever sees them is when Puck bosses them around by blowing in his flute. But, here they were, Trickster King not in sight.

Before their arrival, Sabrina was laying down, arms behind her head, looking into the night sky. The sky was so clear, and the stars shone with brilliance. Stars were never almost visible in Manhattan. The ever present city lights always made them impossible to appear. But out here in Ferryport Landing, there was none of that. Sabrina suddenly wondered if that's why Granny Relda liked it out here so much. To be blanketed by thousands of starts every night? Did the old woman ever sit out at night and look up, heavenward?

Sabrina was enjoying the night again, when suddenly a daring pixie planted itself right in the middle of

her forehead. It twittered something to the other three pixies in a few high-pitched notes. The pixies

started forward as to follow the one on her forehead, but the single pixie buzzed angrily, warding off the others, as if it wanted Sabrina's forehead for itself. The rejected pixies blinked on and off for a few moments, then stared floating around Sabrina's head as before.

"What do you think you're doing?" Sabrina asked, trying to get the little being in her vision from where it sat, but ended up just going cross-eyed. Surprisingly, the pixie seemingly answered her, from what Sabrina could only describe a sarcastic-tone titter. It was as if they pixie had meant,

I'm sitting on your forehead, Sherlock.

Sabrina scowled, but made no attempt to swat the creature off. The pixie was emitting warmth, and it seeped into Sabrina's head, relieving some of her stress.

Today was just confusing to the girl. She had no idea when the magic would leave her body, and she kept thinking back to Baba Yaga's letter to Nottingham, of how she would become "dangerous" and "unstable". Sabrina didn't feel out of control, just...powerful, as if she could take on the world. Is that such a bad feeling?

"What are you doing out here, horse breath?" Came a voice to her right, and Sabrina nearly jumped out of her skin. She was so caught in her thoughts, she hadn't noticed Puck had settled down next to her.

She thumped him on the back of his head.

"You scared me!" Sabrina yelped, her heart fluttering in her chest.

Puck rubbed his noggin with one hand, and scowled at Sabrina. "Now you now how I feel every time I see your face! Ladies and Gentlemen, presenting Sabrina Grimm the Horrific, shattering mirrors with just one look!"

"What do you want?" Sabrina snarled at him, trying to ignore his insult, no matter how hurtful it was.

"Just was in the neighborhood, causing trouble. I just ti-peed Ichabod Crane's front lawn. Some of my most greatest work! It will take days for him to get it all down..." Puck trailed off, as he noticed the pixie resting contently on Sabrina's brow, and three more dancing around her.

He sighed, pulled out his little flute, blew into as two sharp notes pierced the air. The pixies didn't seem to notice, and as Puck angrily repeated himself, they buzzed to attention, and went to him. The one on Sabrina's forehead was a bit more stubborn, floating to its master at a slower pace.

"What's wrong with them?" Sabrina asked, rubbing the warm spot on her forehead with her palm.

"They like the way you glow."

Sabrina looked at him, and was surprised he was looking intensely at her.

"You can see it, too? " Sabrina asked. Could every Everafter see her unexplainable glow?

"Sure can, ugly. Maybe that hobgoblin gave you some sort of disease."

Sabrina's upper lip curled.

"Tristan, isn't a hobgoblin, you moron. Or a spy. He's Robin Hood's son, but I'm sure you already know that."

Sabrina could see the frown on Puck's face in the pale moonlight as he glared up at the sky.

"Why don't you like him?" Sabrina asked him. She couldn't contain the curiosity in her voice.

"Why don't you like him?" Puck mimicked Sabrina. He let out a curt laugh, as he looked at her. "I don't need a reason, I just don't like him. But, if you do need a few, here. One, he's clean. Two, he uses a fork, and third, he's a kiss-up."

Sabrina rolled her eyes, realizing she should have known better that she wouldn't have gotten a truthful answer.

"Nevermind, I wish I didn't ask."

There was a few moments of silence, as a breeze disturbed the quiet night, rustling the treetops.

"Fourth," Puck said quietly. "He rescued you. That's my job."

And then the Trickster King flew off into the night, followed by his pixie minions. Except one, the one that rested on her forehead, it blinked slowly as if it was winking.

…

Sabrina opened her eyes to find herself in burning chaos.

All around her, tree limbs fell from above and crashed to the ground spraying embers everywhere.

Smoke clogged her lungs and eyes to where she couldn't even see anything.

She had an overwhelming sense of where she was.

"Nyssa!" Sabrina called out, erupting into a coughing fit. "Nyssa, what's going on?"

The woman didn't answer.

Suddenly, a sinister laugh filled the air, making Sabrina shake.

Distress took over without warning.

Sabrina woke up with a gasp, clutching the bed sheets in her hands.

After a few moments, the girl slouched realizing it was just a dream.

Morning peeked out from behind the curtains with the sound of singing birds.

Sabrina reached over to wake Daphne. It took several hard shakes to get Daphne half awake.

"Whatsgoingon?" The little girl slurred, drool running down her lip.

"Wake up, breakfast time," Sabrina said, dropping to the floor.

Daphne's eyes popped open, she threw off the covers, and was out the bedroom door in two seconds flat.

Sabrina laughed.

Breakfast was fast pace as usual, everyone waking up and making their way over to the dining table, morning chatter as Granny Relda bustled from to and fro from the kitchen, carrying pancakes, sausage, eggs, toast, waffles, and much more.

Sabrina quickly noticed Puck was not in his seat, even when breakfast was almost half-over. Granny suggested he was getting some extra sleep.

After breakfast, the girls were helping Granny do dishes, when Mr. Canis claimed Sabrina had a phone call. His eyebrow was raised as he handed Sabrina the telephone. An anxious prickle came of Sabrina.

Who would be calling me?

"Hello?"

"Hey, 'Brina. It's Tristan. You have time to come over my house today? I have something to give you."

Daphne, from another room, who was listening in on the other line, let out a trilling,

"Ooooo!" ,that Sabrina was sure all of Ferryport Landing could hear.