A/N: First off, many thanks to Gifted Shadows for pointing out a glitch with formatting. I manually edited the source code (thank goodness for 8th grade Intro Computer Science). Hopefully this works and I hope you guys understand that I am a bit annoyed and may come off a bit curt in this chapter's A/N as a result.

Onto the things I said in the last A/N I an now simultaneously working on 3 Sisters Grimm stories: this, For Yetter Kan Gon Orla, and the Reversed Roles 2.0 promised earlier. This time, I have a new rule: no posting any chapter until the chapter afterwards is written, so you guys will always know more is coming eventually and I just haven't posted yet once I post :)

Also made a Sisters Grimm fan server on Discord. Link at /yNWVp7Q7mp and you can DM myllkti#7132 if you have trouble joining.

Without further ado, please enjoy!

Puck awoke in a dreamy meadow enshrouded in fog. His shirt clung to him as he sat up, wet with dew, and the scent of the flowers surrounded him like a cloud of cotton candy. He couldn't remember how he got here. Had he been fighting something? He had been with some other people, his family, he thinks. He had been napping.

The figure of a woman began approaching him through the mist. She was saying something, but he couldn't quite hear

"Puck. Puck! Can you hear me?" Her voice sounded oddly familiar.

She is clearer now with her blonde hair and blue eyes gazing piercingly at him. Before he knows what he's saying, the words fly out of his mouth. "Sabrina, is that you?"

Who was Sabrina? His girlfriend. She was his girlfriend. He remembers a bit more now.

This girl here now looked exactly like Sabrina, but not really exactly, not quite. Her hair was brighter for one, and she felt younger despite looking around their age. Did he know this girl?

"No, you don't know me, but I know the both of you. Call me… Helen for now."

Helen did not bear any of the confusion he did, but seemed just as intrigued as she scanned him. As she gently floated around him, seemingly never touching the ground, Puck slowly turned with her, warily keeping an eye on his seeming captor. The longer it went on, the more she seemed to almost imperceptibly change. Her hair becoming more golden instead of platinum blonde, her eyes growing more green.

Puck felt a bit more awake now, and more on edge, too. "What did you do to her? Where is she?" His hand was on his sword now, a broadsword named Kazmer that Jake gave him for his "sixteenth" birthday.

"I wish I could explain everything, I really do. I'm sorry." Her gaze was wistful, and her voice pained. "I'm so, so sorry. I need you to wait here."

He moved to grab her wrist. His hand went through her image, and yet she cried out in pain. Something made his heart ache at hearing her distress. But it's not like he hasn't hurt and killed without sympathy for the sake of the ones he loved before. What made her different?

Puck and his conflicting concern and confusion were left alone with Helen's softly whispered pleas as her image withered away into the wind.

Hmm.. who could Helen be? What's up with the image fading? How did Puck end up there? Let me know what you think, and stay tuned to find out more! (Unlike with RR I actually do I have a plot in mind for this. Not super detailed and I'm always open to sudden inspiration but at least I've got something, so actually, I do know the answers to these questions lol). Hope you liked and hope you consider coming back or maybe even checking my other two upcoming stories :) And of hope that this works lol