Chapter Two

After dinner, Puck and I headed outside and hopped into the car. I suppose we could have flown, or used a magic ring or wand or amulet or something, but Puck just got a little red Ferrari, and so of course we went in that. I, personally, prefer my Porsche convertible, but Puck loves his car. And in case you're wondering how we got these uber-expensive cars, ask Puck. I have no idea. I think he made a bet with someone really really rich. Or maybe he attacked them with goo and pixies. I don't want to know. It was probably illegal. And inhumane. Oh well. Nothing I could do about it now. And I didn't want to give up my car. Heh. Who would? Come to think of it, I'm not sure where he got the money for the house. It's a very nice house. But hey, Puck is 4,000 years old! He has to have amassed some wealth over the years. "Puck," I begin, "What do you think of Peter? And try to be objective, here."

"Objective? You mean ignore that 1.) I am constantly being mistaken for him, that 2.) He is a total goody-two-shoes, and 3.) I have hated him since I was barely 250?"

"Yeah, that would be good."

"Ok, then, I think he's an idiot cuz he got your dad going, and that he should watch it with Daphne or Canis is gonna tear him to shreds. Have you noticed how he kept glaring at Pan the last time they were over together? Cuz I sure did. He looked angrier at the boy than I did!"

"I'll say. But hey, I'm happy to know that someone is keeping an eye on him."

"Yeah, Marshmallow needs someone looking out for her."

"She's just so innocent! How do you live through what she has, and still not even know that a guy might use you and stab you in the back?"

"How should I know? Ask Daphne."

I sighed. I was tired and a little worried about Daphne and I had a sudden craving for peanut butter. Odd. I had had a phobia of peanut butter ever since Puck spiked my PB&J sandwich with something disgusting when we were kids. I have no idea what it was, and I don't want to know. Just then, my Blackberry rang. I picked it up and pressed talk. "Hello?" I said. "Sabrina!" Daphne gasped. "I was reading Wilhelm Grimm's journal after dinner, and I found something about the baby!"

"What is it? Is it bad? How bad?"

"It's kind of confusing. I don't really know if it's bad or good or neither."

"What does it say?"

"Well there's a story here with a footnote that says there's a prophecy about the son of the King of Faerie and a mortal. Mom was looking around, and it looks like Titania watched Oberon like a hawk, thinking he would have an affair with another woman, but nothing ever happened. And that's all we know."

"But Puck isn't the King! He ditched after fifteen minutes!"

"He quit for you, but by blood he's the true king. So I guess it still applies."

"What story was the footnote on?"

" 'The King of the Golden Mountain'".

"What's the story about?"

"Well, there's this merchant who invests all his money in some ships that sink, and long story short he accidentally promises his son to a black dwarf. So he has to turn him in in twelve years, and the boy argues that he doesn't belong to his father, so he climbs in a boat and lets the river decide his fate, and he ends up married to The Princess of the Golden Mountain, and his wife ends up mad at him and cheating on him, and he kills everyone. Pretty messed up dude."

"Yeah, I'll say."

"Anyway, we think this guy knows what the prophecy says, cuz why else would the note be on his story? But we're not sure. I'm so sorry, Sabrina."

"You and me both, Daphne."

That's all for now! Hope you enjoyed. School is starting Wednesday, so I will be a little busy, but I should still be able to update pretty often. Please R&R! Thanks for reading.

~SugahRush~