Part 2-
"Very good, dearie!" exclaimed Rumpelstiltskin. He drummed his fingers together, peering down at the ink that the mermaid got for him. He pulled a small clear jar out of his pockets. Carefully, he poured the ink inside it. Alana watched impatiently.
"And my sister?" she hissed, "You promised you would help me find her."
"My my, how rude! I was just about to get to that…" said Rumpel. He placed the full jar back in his pocket. "…your sister is no longer a mermaid. A certain someone I know gave her legs. The only way to find her is to become a human yourself!"
Alana took aback to his suggestion. She looked mortified. "Human?" she spat.
"Don't worry. It won't be permanent. Whenever your legs hit the water, you will return to your original state as a mermaid."
"How am I supposed to know where she is?"
Rumpel smiled softly. "I'll guide you to her." Alana looked away but before she could think he added, "There's not much time to waste, dearie." And she knew he was right.
"Very well then."
With a snap of his fingers, a purple haze gusted around Alana's tail.
