*Disclaimer:* I do not own The Sisters Grimm, therefore I do not own any characters in this story. They belong to either Michael Buckley or the Brothers Grimm. We also all know that they aren't just characters, they exist in a town that isn't on any maps and is located somewhere in New York by the Hudson river. They also prefer the name 'everafters'.
Sorry about taking two days for this update. I usually took one for the others but I needed some time to think on this one.
So please, sit back, and enjoy the following FanFiction.

The two specters went through a variety of journals and copies of the multiple versions of real-life fairytale accounts from the Brothers Grimm. Finally, they encountered the tale of 'The Goose-Girl'. Inside of the short story, they found out that the Goose-girl had a handkerchief containing three drops of queens-blood. Sadly, it had fallen into a river. Unfortunately, that river was probably in Germany. But with their luck, that princess might still have the handkerchief. It was common that the everafters would somehow retrieve parts of their fairytale's.

Sabrina ran towards the phonebook and then remembered a very important part of their plan. What was the girls' name again?

She came up with another plan. But it wasn't very bright.

She searched the kitchen drawers for a notepad and pen. Then, she proceeded to write her family a note and deliver the story to them, aswell.

The note went a little like this,

Dear Family,

It's Sabrina. Don't worry, it's not a prank. You guys aren't
able to see me or hear me because I'm dead, but I have a
plan that will make me look and sound alive. First problem,
one of the ingredients to the potion belongs to the goose-girl
and we don't know where to find her. It's the handkerchief
with the queens' blood. The reason I am able to write is
because I can still grab inanimate objects and plants.
Please write the goose-girl's (or whoever owns the handkerchief)
real name and address. We need to get the ingredients NOW!
Yes, I'm fine, and I'm with Puck, we met. My addiction also no
longer exists. We can also go through walls with enough
force. Unless those walls are magic proof, or like the one's
here. So please hurry and help us investigate. Thanks.

Sincerely,
Sabrina

Sabrina decided to give the note to granny.

She hovered into the room to find her asleep, battle-axe in hand. She laughed quietly and shook her awake.

Granny Relda was bewildered to say the least. But she complied to the requests in the note after her and the families' questions were answered. Many in the family had tried to hug her and Puck, but they were ghosts, and the peoples' arms would slide through them.

They discovered that the goose-girl was named Anser Puella and she was the last known owner of the stained handkerchief. They were also given the extra information that Anser lived somewhere by the Hudson. There weren't any other known facts about her site.

As Sabrina finished writing a note to her family (she still couldn't speak and communicated through notes) telling about how she would be leaving now, she proceeded to ask if she could have her house keys transferred into a ghost form.

In barely seconds, Daphne read the note and bolted to Sabrina. Daphne had a coat similar to Jake's, and after searching desperately through many pockets, she pulled out a wand and zapped the floating keys into a phantoms' shadow.

Can that wand also do the reversed version of that? Or allow us to speak? Sabrina scribbled.

"Nope, sorry." Daphne spoke, sincerely.

Well, I guess that we'll update you guys on any news. We will come back for more research anyways, probably around the time the sun's up so we don't worry you. Bye. She wrote the last few words and took the notepad and pen with her.

Puck gave her his hand, and in an instant, they were above the Hudson river, probing the ground below for a small cottage.

Eventually, they swooped down near a cozy home near the edge of the river. The sun was still high in the sky when they approached the front door. Puck pounded the door impatiently.

"Yes?" A young woman's voice asked as a head appeared in the window.

"Um, can we come in?" Puck asked.

Nobody answered. Except a muffled, "Hello?" from inside.

Darn it. Forgot. The living can't hear us... or see us for that matter.

She told Puck to stop trying and she produced the papers from her pocket. She quickly scribbled down who they were and what they were here for.

"Oh..." Anser whispered in understanding as she opened the door. It still creeped Anser out to see the chairs move on their own.

"I'm sorry, but I cannot help you. I'm assuming you won't be returning the handkerchief after you're done?" She didn't wait for an answer.

"That's my mother's blood. It is my power. My pride. I have lost it once before and I basically lost my control and will-power. It is with my dearest apologies that I regret to inform you that you cannot take the handkerchief. I'm sorry."

Funny. Sabrina thought. I know you aren't sorry, with the way you sound like a highschool rejection letter, I'd say you've said this a thousand times without ever feeling a pang of guilt. And that was why Sabrina didn't stop Puck from going to Anser's bedroom and searching under the mattress, where the handkerchief was conveniently placed. As Anser rambled on about the handkerchief and what it meant to her, Puck looked at Sabrina from the hallway and nodded. Sabrina knocked over the chair, and pretended to fall. Then wrote a note of apologies and goodbyes after she 'got up' or after Puck got out.

They were barely ten feet away from the house before they heard an ear-shattering scream and the vicious squawks of, not geese, but Stymphalian birds. In other words, man-eating birds from the 'myth' of Hercules. How'd she get ahold of those dead birds? I thought they were extinct. The Trickster King and The Queen of Sneaks both shared the thought, but instead of loitering around to find out, they started to run, too panicked to remember Puck's wings. After all, they would never be able to outrun a flock of blood-thirsty, carnivorous birds.

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Sabrina was running at a brisk pace, which didn't help when her dead foot smashed into a rock, and her ankle twisted.

Although she wasn't supposed to feel anything, she did. It was an agonizing pain, considering the amount of twisted ankles she had before, she was accustomed to it by now, but for some reason, the pain was intensified by almost ten times. Was Puck wrong? Do I still feel pain and recover like a live person? What if- Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden shock of pain. Something had hit her and knocked the wind out of her. Her vision shook and it took a few moments to blink away the blurriness. Puck was definitely wrong. For her reactions at least.

She turned around to confront her attacker, and bumped heads and beaks with the bird she was trying to escape. It squawked and called attention to the others.

"I found one!" He spoke in bird. And in a mass of feathers and razor-sharp beaks and uneven teeth, came a wave of Stymphalian birds right on to Sabrina.

They pecked her repeatedly and she sent punches and kicks everywhere. She got a few good hits, but not enough to stop them. Finally, one decided to clamp down on her wrist, if she was still alive, it wouldn't hurt this much. The bird hadn't torn her hand off, but it felt like it. The pain was blinding, and she was succumbing to the darkness.

All of a sudden a flash of memories kept her awake. When they defeated mirror, she had shards inside of her that were deactivated. When Puck left and stopped speaking to her, she got very intense emotions. What if that had activated it? What if that sure-fact that she would die, finally caught up to her? What if it was still activated now?

She couldn't think about it at the moment. More birds were gnawing at her limbs, too cowardly to try and remove one. As she felt the excruciating pain outside of her and the growing pain that was biting at her insides, she realized that it was all results of being an everafter with a magic mirror shard inside of you. She would have pain, and she would still have reactions like a living body. So it wasn't such a shock to see her blood staining the ground.

Puck turned around after hearing a blood-curdling scream. He witnessed Sabrina being chewed upon like candy by multiple children. But those 'children' were actually birds, and he turned back immediately, wings popping out of his back. He stuffed the handkerchief in his pocket and continued at the speed of light to get the demonic birds off of her.

With no real purpose, Sabrina got a rush of energy. Mirror. She knew, but she wasn't fighting it. The energy numbed out the pain, and she noticed Puck next to her. He took out his sword and began to attack the birds. She noticed a bird's milky eye, and kicked him from that side. The bird was overwhelmed by Sabrina's force, and it fell down without much of a fight. Sabrina noticed how Puck would barely react when the carnivorous beings bit him. He would simply turn around with a look on his face that didn't show pain, but anger and annoyance at the pest.

Puck sheathed his wooden sword again, and proceeded to clamp one hand on one birds beak as he did the same with the other hand. He smashed their heads together, and proceeded to kick another. Sabrina blocked many of their pecks, and as she spotted the biggest bird, she ran towards it. It was about her size, but she tackled its body down, and restrained its beak with one hand. With the other she twisted its neck.

The battle continued this way and at the end, Puck flew Sabrina back to the graveyard, her blood soaking through the fabric of their clothes. Puck went home with one Stymphalian bird skull, and two knives made of their beaks. He got another pair and would give it to Sabrina later. Right now, she was passed out and convulsing in his arms.

When they got back, he snuck their things into his casket, he could retrieve them afterwards. For now he had to figure out what was wrong with Sabrina. A few minutes after the last birds scrambled away, she had collapsed on to the ground, and bled there. He knew bleeding wasn't normal for spirits. Why couldn't she wake up? He needed to ask her about it.

"Might as well rest, myself." He said to nobody, and in a few minutes he drifted off to sleep.

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While Sabrina stay locked in the confines of her mind, she decided that if she was going to live in the same way she did when she was alive, she might as well act like herself. She had pretended to be devious for the past few days, and every time Puck tried to prank her, she got lucky and missed it. She was going to go back to being herself, because when things got crazy, the real her handled them best.

She also assumed that being an everafter didn't help the situation she had with the glass shards. Since she was supposed to live forever, the mirror probably thought she was still alive, and it was continuing its rampage inside her. Then the pain pulsed in her again, so she stopped thinking, and let go of herself for the night.