Chapter Seven – Tink
I grab a small green bundle off the shelf, and glance at the Prince. "Do you trust me?"
"Why should I trust you?" He answers with his own question.
"I'm her only hope right now."
"Alright." He says after a moment. "I guess I do trust that you know what you're doing."
"Close enough." I shake my head. "Do you have faith that this will work?"
"I have faith you believe it works." He responds.
"You have to believe it can fix her." I say, shaking my head. "Otherwise, you will be right, and there will be no hope."
A small drop of gray flashes in his eyes. "Maybe I believe it works."
I smirk slightly. He doesn't want to admit he has any hope. But he does. I can tell, and since he basically admitted it - in his own boyish way - I can proceed.
"And let me guess. We also need pixie dust which will make her fly and that's somehow going to save her." He speaks up as I open up the bag, and I frown.
"Where did you get a dumb idea like that from?" I respond, and he looks slightly taken aback. "If there's faith and trust, it powers the dust. But dust doesn't make you fly, and it certainly isn't pixie dust!" I huff. "Pixie dust would kill a person, or strengthen the hold of the dagger. Majority of the time people use it as a poison. You have to use fairy dust to fix wounds." I shake my head, brushing my bangs out of the way.
I pull out a handful of something that looks a bit like sand. However, it's golden, and glows. I begin to sprinkle it on her neck, watching it carefully. The wound should seal up in a few minutes, as long as it isn't too late. The glow would diminish and so would the color if it does work. If it doesn't? The dust will just sit there.
"So...what are these side effects, exactly?" I look back at the prince as he speaks, and chuckle on the inside. The Story, worried about a Grimm? Talk about a plot twist.
"Well, she'll be more easily angered and a bit more violent." I start off with the simple things that are easy to take in.
His eyes light up somewhat at that comment, the drop of gray gone. This is fully the dark side of the prince that I'm dealing with right now. "Is that all?"
"Well, there is something else too." I sigh.
"Just tell me already then!" And the dark side is impatient.
"She'll have small bursts of Fae magic. Yes, yes, I know she could control it before. But there will be times when she can't control it, and it will just...happen. Majority of the time it will probably be connected to her emotions."
He frowns. "That could cause problems."
"Just keep her under check. It shouldn't be that hard for a Fae Prince to watch a Grimm." It's a hidden voicing, and he recognizes it.
"You're one of the Fae Godmothers!" He jumps out of the chair he'd just sat down in, his eyes flaming.
"What would make you say that?" I keep calm, which seems to make him angrier.
"You know I have her mirror! No one else would know that!" His temper is flaring, and I back up towards the girl.
"Calm down. You don't harm me, I don't harm you."
He chuckles. "And why should I believe that?"
"Have I harmed you yet? Would I have given you the hint if I wanted to hurt you?"
That makes him stop short. "Perhaps not."
I look back at the Grimm. The color of the dust is gone, and that's a great relief. "Take her and go."
After a moment's hesitation, he nods, scooping the girl up. He glances at the dust, and then back at me. "And the dust?"
"You can brush it off. It's useless now."
He does so and turns to go, only to turn around again. "And there's nothing you want?"
"Is the Dark Prince trying to offer thanks?" Amusement flutters in my chest as he shakes his head furiously.
"No, no. Of course not."
"Well, keep an eye on her. Please." I call after him as he leaves. "She will need all the help she can get!"