Hi everyone! I'm so sorry to anyone I told the next chapter would be up this weekend, I was really tired and I didn't get around to it. Anyway, here it is now, and just to be clear, I don't own Sisters Grimm yet, but when I take over the galaxy with the help of the Master and the minions of the planet Ozork- Ahem, I mean, I don't own the Sisters Grimm. To the story!

~SugahRush~

Chapter Four

It takes me a while, but I finish The King of the Golden Mountain without too much trouble. The version I found is a more modern one, and there aren't too many big words. 'Hans' is one messed up dude. So he kills everyone at the wedding, cuz his wife cheated on him? And does everyone include the servants and whatever who were just there because they had no choice? And this sword doohickey didn't seem very user friendly. What happened to his son? Did he lose his head because his dad forgot about him, like his grandpa had at the start of this mess?

"What is with this Hans guy? He's crinsane," I say disgustedly.

"Hans? Who's Hans?" Puck asks me.

"Um, duh, the main character? The king of the Golden Mountain?"

"My version says Heinel," Puck says, sounding irritated.

"Great!" Sabrina breaks in. "So we don't even have a name! Wonderful!"

"And what does crinsane mean?" Puck added.

"It means crazy and insane in a very un punk rock way," I tell him. Wincing, I realize that I used two of my old Daphne-ish words. Oops. I've been trying to stop cuz it seems sort of childish. But the last time I tried to be grown up, I was imitating Sabrina, who lied to me and stole the North Wind, then told me she did it for me. But this time, I don't have a role model, I'm just sort of trying to chuck anything that isn't grown up-ish. I don't know if Peter minds the Daphne-ish or not, but I kinda think he might, and I don't want him to think I'm a baby. Oh no, a baby! I think of Sabrina and Pucks', and I feel like the biggest jerk in the world for worrying about what my boyfriend thinks of my vocabulary while my sister's baby's life could be in danger. Not cool, Daphne, not cool. I look around at everyone else in the room. Granny and mom both look really really sad, like close to tears sad, and obviously so does Sabrina. Dad looks tired, and Puck just looks sort of numb, like he can't believe this is happening to him. Well, I can, and I think I need to do something about it. But what can I do? I mean, every detective needs leads, even a fairy-tale detective. And we didn't have any. Oh joy. I look down at Elvis, napping at my feet. Even he looks sad, like he's really worried. I look harder and his eyes look like they have information hidden behind them. I have always thought of Elvis as more intelligent than the average dog, but could he really know something about the case? I sorta doubt it. "You don't know what we should do, either, do you, buddy?" I ask, scratching him behind his ears. It's a rhetorical question, cuz considering that I'm talking to a dog, it seems unlikely I'll get an answer. No, he does not. But I do. The words echo in my head and it's like a combination of hearing them and thinking them. There's a sort of coldness to them, like a voice almost, but I feel them blazing themselves into my mind, and I know they didn't come from my brain. I can almost see the words, written in flames, burning against a black background. It's terrifying. "GRAAAAANNNNNNYYYYY!" I scream. "What is it, liebling?" she asks, bending over me. I hadn't noticed until now I was lying on the floor. I must have fallen out of my chair.

"Granny there's a voice in my head and I can hear it and it says it knows what to do and I'm scared and it knows about Elvis and I don't know who it is and my head hurts and maybe it's a demon or it's evil and I'm scared and I don't know what to do!" I gasp out. All the things I want to say scramble together and it's a good thing Granny always seems to understand what I want to say, cuz I don't think anyone else caught much of it.

"Liebling, you'll be fine," she says soothingly. "What exactly did the voice say? Can you remember?"

"I don't think I'll ever forget," I say. "I was talking to Elvis, and then there's this cold, echo-ey voice in my head, and it says 'No, he does not. But I do,' so I guess this person either knows or wants us to think it knows what we need to do, and I'm scared," I finish.

"Mentioned that," Sabrina mutters. "Like forty times." Usually I would be a little hurt, but she's under a lot of strain and I understand.

Five minutes later Granny has calmed me down, and she has me trying to contact the thing that spoke to me. "But Granny," I start, "It seems like, kind of, um, malevolent, I think? Like it would fry my mind without really being too bothered? Which is bad?"

"I'm sure it won't, liebling, if it wants to contact us, there must be something it wants that we have," she says, and it makes sense but I'm still a little worked up from the initial shock. And I totally get points for the phrase 'initial shock'.

"But maybe it's just hacking around!" Sabrina says. "It's too dangerous until we know how powerful this thing is, and besides, it's not like it's proven it knows what we should do next." I really want to agree with her and sit back and wait till it was safer, but if we ever did figure that out, the thing could decide it didn't want to tell us after all, or the baby could die, or Sabrina could die, or something else bad that I haven't even had time to think of could happen, and I wasn't going to watch that happen to my family.

"No, we have to do it now," I said as calmly as I could. Granny looked unhappy, but she really seemed to believe her argument, and she took a deep breath and turned to me. "Okay, liebling, try to open your mind, and concentrate on the feeling you got when it spoke to you. Whatever you felt when it contacted you, think about that."

I closed my eyes, cuz it seemed like everyone did that when they tried to do something really hard and magical with their minds. I tried to eliminate my other feelings and emotions and just think about what the voice, which I am going to call Bob, made me feel. I'd been scared, and I tried to concentrate on the fear of Bob, not the other fears, for the baby and Puck and Sabrina. And I also thought that Bob was really old, and kind of tired of life, and didn't really care about anyone else's life. So I concentrated on that. "Okay, Granny, what now?" I asked. "Think whatever words you want to say to it," Granny instructed. "I'm calling it Bob now," I said. "Okay," Granny agreed. I thought for a second, and then decided what I wanted to say. What do you want from us? I thought/said. Short and to the point. A second later, I felt a cold presence in my head. It hurt like crazy, like there was an ice cube living in my mind. I think I gasped a little, but I couldn't scream or Granny or mom or dad would make me stop and I wouldn't find out what we had to do. I want you to bring me the slippers of Dorothy, said Bob.

But one of the slippers was lost! I thought/said.

I am aware. But I believe that the Blue Fairy will restore it to you if you ask it of her, said Bob.

Then why don't you get it yourself? I asked.

I am forbidden from leaving my own barrier. I am thought too powerful to be given my freedom, Bob replied. I frowned.

Then why should we let you out? Obviously that's why you want the slippers.

Because I can tell you where to find the King of the golden Mountain.

We can find him without you if we have to let you out to get the information from you, I said. No way was I letting Bob out.

But I don't want out. I want someone else in, said Bob.

Who? I asked. I thought Bob might be lying, but I was curious.

Someone of no account to you. An ancient fae.

Why do you want them in your barrier?

Oh, I don't want them in my barrier. I want them in yours.

What? What for?

I want those against the Scarlet Hand to win, and with Ergothane on your side, you can.

I have to talk to Granny and them about this, I said, already turning all of this over in my head. Bob was on our side?

Yes. Of course. We will talk again soon, said Bob, and I felt the presence let go of my mind. It must have been a long time, because when I opened my eyes I was stiff, and everyone else looked bored and worried at the same time. "Bob wants Dorothy's slippers. And there's this fairy that he wants us to trap in Ferryport Landing to help us, for some reason," I said.

"Did Bob give a name for the fairy?" Granny asked.

"Ergothane," I said.

"But the slippers don't work anymore with only one!" Puck and Sabrina said at the same time.

"I know, he said that we could get the other one from the Blue Fairy."

"Well, we can ask," Granny said doubtfully.

And so it was settled. We decided to go see the Blue Fairy in the morning. So Puck and Sabrina headed out to Puck's car, looking tired and worried. Mom and Dad and Granny all looked tired and worried too, and Mr. Canis just looked tired and sad. So I was the only one who was at all cheerful, which was weird, since I was the one who just risked having her head fried by an angry. . . um. . . Bob. But I didn't want everyone to be depressed, so I had to be the non-depressed one. I sighed and headed up to my room, collapsing on the bright pink bed and closing my eyes. Being non-depressed is hard work.

Me again, your future supreme ruler! Anyway, hope you enjoyed, and statistics show that you will be less likely to be forced to clean the bathrooms in my enormous palace when I rule the world if you review. Better safe than sorry, right?

~SugahRush~