Hello! To any of you who follow my other story, thank you so much! Your reviews and follows are so kind! I know it has been forever since I have updated, but I started nursing school this fall and I have been unbelievably busy :P But I have had this idea rolling around in my head for weeks now, and I had to get it out! I loved the Sisters Grimm growing up. All characters belong to Michael Buckley, not to me. Thank you lovelies!
Jacob Grimm scanned over the desolate, charred landscape. Smoke was curling up into the air in thin tendrils here and there, and the ground was scattered with ash and the charred remains of a small encampment. The acrid smell of dragon smoke still lingered in the air, and an unnatural quiet had settled heavily over the hills. He sighed heavily as he thought about the green and beautiful meadow that it once was, and turned to his companion.
"Call them." He said, his voice heavy and laced with regret and weariness that seemed bone-deep. "We can't go on like this anymore. We need them."
His companion nodded once, solemnly, knowing what it would mean to make the call.
"Do you want me to do it?" He asked, taking in Jake's slumped posture and ragged, unshaven face. Jake sighed again.
"No," he said, "they need to hear it from me." And with that, Jake turned away from William Charming and walked down the hill to call his family. Charming scanned the landscape again, thinking, as Jake had, of the peaceful respite it had been mere hours before. A hideaway for those who were looking for safety and shelter. He closed his eyes and thought to himself that no matter how much distaste he felt for Jacob and his family, Ferryport Landing needed the Grimms. They were their last hope.