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"Let me get this straight," Amethyst said once the whole story was told by Sabrina. "Lagree has been messing with your family?"
"That's pretty much it," Uncle Jake nodded.
"And you want to know where she is?"
Uncle Jake nodded once again.
"Well, I don't really know the exact location, but I think it's in the territory of an island."
"An Island? That's the best you could think of?" Puck interrupted.
Amethyst gave him an irritated look before continuing. "I distinctly remember it being in the middle of the Hudson Bay River. It hasn't been discovered by humans yet because of this enchantment Lagree has put up around it."
"Kind of like an invisible bubble that tricks the humans into thinking it's not there, right?" Daphne piped up.
"I guess you could put it that way," Amethyst said, shrugging.
"So, is it far out into the Hudson Bay River?" Henry asked impatiently.
"Well, I don't really remember the distance. When me and the Prince of Rainbows married there, we came over here to settle into a home." The princess's eyes turned sad for a brief moment. "But he was drowned by a bunch of pirates in the way. I think it was the group of pirates that was led by Captain Hook."
"Which I've defeated many times," Peter Pan puffed up his chest in pride.
Puck just rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath.
"Captain Hook came back from Neverland?" Daphne inquired.
"Well, he must've done that when he went to kidnap Wendy. The last time I checked, he was succeeding in taking over Neverland with his Pirate army." Peter soaked in all the attention everyone was giving him.
Sabrina had to admit it, he was worse than Puck. And that was saying a lot.
"Anyways," Amethyst continued, looking annoyed. "You need to be careful. She's sort of known to be more powerful than Baba Yaga."
"Oh, no," Daphne groaned.
"Well, at least she doesn't eat humans," Sabrina tried looking on the good side. She turned around to face Amethyst again. "Right?"
"Well, she usually eats the inside organs of animals, but she could make an exception in eating humans, let alone their insides."
"That is so cool!" Puck said in awe. "I take back what I said about Baba Yaga. Lagree is my favourite!"
Sabrina rolled her eyes. "She won't be if she eats you. She is more powerful than Baba Yaga you know."
"Exactly!" Puck nodded excitedly.
Sabrina suppressed a groan. The immature fairy didn't get anything inside his pea sized brain. She assumed everything she had said just came out the other ear.
"So, would you like to assist us?" Uncle Jake said finally. "We would be better off with someone who knows at least something of what we are going to face."
"The help would be appreciated," Veronica added.
The princess seemed to be contemplating this in her mind. Finally, she took off her blue cap and smiled confidently. "I have nothing better to do,"
Daphne squealed, inserting her palm inside her mouth and biting down hard. "Oh My Gravy! A princess is going to come on an adventure with us!" She did a little tap dance around everyone, ending with a split.
Sabrina sometimes wondered where the girl got her energy from, or even where she learned those funky dance moves that never seemed to make sense to her.
"Well? What's the hold up?" Puck was already halfway out the door.
"Wait, just a second," Amethyst called out when everyone else attempted to go outside too.
"I'll need to pack some food for the trip," She smiled coyly before disappearing behind a wooden door that was labeled: 'Chefs kitchen.'
"I totally forgot about food," Henry muttered. "I was too worried. Besides, I thought the evil fairy was somewhere around here."
A few moments later, Amethyst came back with some containers and tins filled with delicious smelling food. She quickly slipped them into a bag and followed Sabrina and her family out the door.
"Amethyst can go in our car," Uncle Jake said once everyone was outside. "I'll drive first, and Henry's car can come behind us this time."
It was agreed and everyone went back into their regular seats that they had sat in before.
"This is mucho-coolio!" Daphne exclaimed out loud as Uncle Jake started the car and drove out of the drive way, followed by Henry's car.
"I can't wait to kick some butt!" Puck rubbed his hands gleefully.
"I thought you "liked" Lagree," Sabrina raised her eye brow.
"Well, that doesn't mean I can't give her a piece of my mind," Puck said defensively.
"I hope she doesn't eat me," One of the lost boys's said, chewing his nails.
"I'll bet you'll be an appetizer for her," Puck grinned.
The Lost Boy who had spoken immediately shrieked and hid behind a chubby Lost Boy.
"Boy's are so immature," Sabrina muttered.
Meanwhile, Uncle Jake and Amethyst were having a conversation about Lagree's island, Amethyst explaining the things she knew of the island.
Sabrina tuned out of every ones voices and wondered one thing: Would they stop the evil fairy and get her brother back?
About an hour later, Uncle Jake stopped the car by a wooden fence.
"Where are we?" Peter asked, peering over the top of the convertible.
"Well, duh, the Hudson Bay River," Sabrina said, rolling her eyes as the rest of the children stood up and eyed the shore of the Hudson Bay. It was fenced around because of some kind of an incident that had happened earlier, from what Sabrina had heard.
"Where are we going to get a boat if we're going on the water?" Puck wondered out loud. "I mean, I can fly, but you peasants can't."
"Hey! I can fly too!" Peter protested.
"Good to know," Puck muttered.
"Well, we have magic, don't we?" Sabrina gave him a no duh, look.
"Yep, I got it covered," Uncle Jake said, overhearing the children's conversation.
They all got out just as Henry's car parked behind the convertible, and out came the rest of the family members.
Uncle Jake borrowed the wand from Daphne (the one that she had used to provide the red convertible) and magically brandished a boat. He frowned when the boat he had wanted came out too small. Not everyone was going to fit.
He tried again, but nothing happened. He tried it twice, but got the same result as before. He tapped the wand violently on his palm and gave a flustered look at Daphne.
"Sorry," She shrugged. "I guess the wand has limits to its powers."
"Don't you have anything else that could provide us with a boat?" Sabrina asked her Uncle Jake nervously.
"Sorry kiddo, but I think Baba Yaga cheated. She only left some things in my coat pockets. I guess she kept the rest." Uncle Jake showed her some of the empty pockets in his trench coat.
"Four people might need to get out of the boat," Granny Relda said worriedly.
"Nonsense, we can all squeeze in," Henry and the others pushed the boat into the water, and everyone went inside the boat.
But the boat was too narrow and not very large for enough people. Sabrina could barely breathe in the space.
"How about Puck and the other boy fly?" Mr. Canis suggestedfaith, trust,.
"I already was planning on doing that," Puck huffed, his wings popping out of his back.
"Me too," Peter Pan agreed. Tinkerbell showered him in her amber colored pixie dust and he began to float into the air, all the while muttering something that sounded like, "faith, trust, and pixie dust."
Puck stuck his tongue out at Peter behind his back, making funny faces to make Sabrina laugh.
She just scrunched up her nose and waited for what her dad had to say.
"Even with those two out of the boat, I can hardly smell the air, let alone have enough oxygen." Henry rubbed his chin, while Veronica put a hand on his shoulder.
"Maybe Sabrina and Daphne should ride with one of the boys," She said, loud enough for everyone to hear.
"WHAT? Those two idiots would probably drop one of them."
Pinocchio snorted at Sabrina's father's outburst.
"That's a good idea Veronica," Granny Relda smiled, ignoring Henry.
"But mom," Henry argued back. "This isn't like home. Who knows? They could drop one of my daughters by accident, and they'd drown in the icy cold water."
"Hey! I'm not weak!" Puck complained.
"Henry," Veronica gave her husband a stern look.
His face paled but he nodded, turning away. "Just don't drop them," He glared at both of the boys, who grinned back innocently.
"Okay. Daphne, you ride with Puck," Granny Relda took charge.
When the little girl nodded enthusiastically, Granny Relda turned to Sabrina. "And you can ride with Peter."
"WHAT?" Puck practically had smoke coming out of his ears. His face heated up when everyone stared at him blankly. "I-I mean, he's a klutz. He's likely to drop Grimm," He stammered.
"Watch what you say!" Peter Pan glowered. "I can fly perfectly fine." Then, he waggled his eyebrows. "Or are you jealous that you don't get to ride your girlfriend?"
"She is NOT my girlfriend! And I am NOT jealous!" Pucks face was flushed in anger.
"Yeah!" Sabrina added, her own blush spreading across her face.
Daphne giggled while Henry shot Peter a dirty look. Granny Relda looked confused for a moment before realizing why Puck had been so stymied. She shook her head solemnly.
Amethyst seemed perplexed too, looking back and forth between Puck and Sabrina like a tennis match. She then settled on something in her mind and relaxed visibly, a smile tracing her lips.
"Can I fly on my own? I want to be showered in pixie dust too!" Daphne clapped her hands all of a sudden, trying to change the subject. Sabrina shot her sister a greatful look.
Peter shrugged and Tinkerbell showered Daphne in pixie dust too – before Henry and the others could even have a say.
At first, only Daphne's braids floated up, but she easily started to lift off the ground. "Wow!" She exclaimed in amazement.
"She seems pretty content," Amethyst looked up in awe.
"Daphne, please be careful!" Henry sounded like he wanted to stop her, but he hesitated when he felt his wife's hand on his shoulder.
"Do you want to fly with all that sparkly stuff all over you?" Puck asked Sabrina in disgust.
She shook her head. "I'd rather not. I don't think I would be good at flying."
"Well, you got that right," Puck snorted as he lifted Sabrina up into the air.
As Sabrina found herself being lifted into the air, she heard Pinocchio say something about "altitude."
She peered down after a while again, seeing Uncle Jake starting the boat.
"Follow us!" He mouthed to the children flying above. With that, no more was said and the boat was paddled with some magical oars that Uncle Jake had cast a spell on.
Just then, Daphne came from above, her arms spread out as she did loopy loops and summersaults in the air.
"This is the best shenanigan ever! And it's Rackle Shplackle!" She soared over to Puck and Sabrina, grinning wildly.
"You learn quickly," Sabrina laughed.
"I know! I practiced at home." Daphne beamed. "But I kept falling down on the ground whenever I left for takeoff," She admitted.
"That must've hurt," Puck grinned, not seeming sincere at all.
"I had my helmet and elbow pads on," Daphne smiled triumphantly before flying away.
"Don't go too far!" Sabina called after her. She hoped her sister had heard her.
The wind whooshed in Sabrina's hair, the breeze making it blow in the rush of air. It made her feel free, to be in the sky and off the ground, not needing to care about gravity.
Peter Pan decided to drop down from high above where he had been flying and interrupt Sabrina's peace.
"I bet you can't beat me in a race," He snickered to Puck.
"I can too! But let me tell you this Mr. Green Tights," Puck shot Peter an icy glare. "I have Grimm in my arms, and I can't drop her or the old lady and her eldest son aren't going to let me hear the end of it."
"You're a coward!" Peter seemed to enjoy teasing Puck.
"I am not! I'll race you, but I'm warning you, you haven't met the real Trickster King yet."
"Uh, Puck?" Sabrina's voice sounded shrill even to her own ears.
But Puck wasn't paying attention to her, already flying faster with his wing's fluttering so fast, it seemed almost a blur.
"Puck! You're going to drop me!" Sabrina looked down, gulping. She remembered the time when Puck had crashed into the barrier and Daphne, her, and Puck had fell into the icy cold water. Just thinking about it made Sabrina shiver.
"Relax Grimm, I'm a professional," Puck sounded so sure of himself.
Just then, Peter zipped past them, sticking his tongue out while his hair stood up.
Puck gave a growl of frustration and adjusted his speed, going faster than ever. It made Sabrina's stomach churn.
"Puck," She moaned. What if he dropped her?
As if her thought came true, Puck's grip on her accidentally loosened and she felt herself falling.
She fell and fell, all the while screaming so loud, her ears rang and her stomach did flip flops.
She heard Puck's desperate "Sabrina" and Daphne's helpless shrieks before Sabrina plunged down into the icy cold water – again.
The water pushed down on her on all sides, caving in on her. But the more she struggled the more disoriented she got.
Up, down, left, right, any direction Sabrina took didn't seem to make any sense at all, and her struggling seemed pointless.
She pushed with her arms and legs but found no leverage, and for all she knew, she was just pushing herself further into the water. Her lungs burned from the lack of air and oxygen, and though she knew she wouldn't get any, she still took a deep breath. Cold water filled her lungs and blood pounded behind her eyes – like blood vessels bursting.
Before she knew it, the darkness had engulfed her and she had nothing left in herself to fight anymore despite her struggles - so she gave in to the darkness and let the water take her.
Was this how it felt like when you were about to die in the water?
Puck POV
Ahh! Stupid Mr. Green Tights.
Grr! Stupid Grimm, Puck thought angrily.
But most of all, he was angry at himself.
He knew it was his fault that he had said yes to racing with Peter. He knew it was his fault that Sabrina Grimm had drowned.
And it didn't help with Daphne's screaming.
"What did you do Puck?" She wailed, tears sliding down her face and her lower lip trembling.
She knew very well what Puck had just done. She didn't need to rub it in his face.
He looked down at the water, searching for Grimm, hoping her blonde head would be visible or poking out of the water, but he saw nothing. He spotted Jake and the others in the boat, who were completely oblivious to the situation.
I mean, come on, they have to be at least deaf not to hear the Marshmallow's upset shrieks, Puck thought. Boy was Henry going to be mad. He wondered what the Old Lady would do.
He shook himself out of his train of thoughts and put on his most determined expression.
"Marshmallow, you go get help from the adults," He ordered. The little girl reluctantly flew down to them, not even glancing at him. He felt guilty and his heart tightened, his throat going dry.
"Any you," He said to Peter angrily with as much venom he could put into hi voice. "Don't ever come back."
With that, Puck turned around and flew downwards, determined to find Sabrina Grimm.
He put his wings back and plunged down in the water after taking a deep breath. He swam around in the freezing cold water, trying to find Sabrina.
By now she's probably turned into an ice cube, Puck thought miserably as he searched everywhere.
The thought of actually losing Grimm wanted to make him barf. Grimm was supposed to be alive! Who would he prank and annoy if she was gone?
All of those thoughts were shoved at the back of his mind when he saw a glimpse of golden hair. He instantly swam over to the flash of gold, relief washing over him. Sabrina looked pale, her hair floating around her and her eyes shut tight.
Was she dead?
He shook his head and scooped Sabrina up, struggling to go up. When he finally came onto the surface of the water, he greedily took in deep breaths before sprouting his wings again and taking off, clutching Sabrina in his arms.
Why did he have to be so mushy all of a sudden?
Oh, right. Maybe because the girl that he might, MIGHT, actually care for was dead.
He felt his heart jump into his throat at the sight of her. She was pale as a sheet of paper, and her lips were parted. He listened if he could hear her heart pumping, but couldn't even catch one little thump. The ache in his heart tightened harder, and he felt his throat getting unbearably dry.
He wished he could go back in time. He wished that he could've caught her when she fell. He wished Peter never existed. He wished many things at that moment, knowing too well that none of them were going to come true.
Sabrina Grimm was dead.
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