Luckily, Puck knew his way around the corridors pretty well, so the three made it to the Throne Room fairly quick-within five minutes' time at the most. Sabrina pushed open the brass door.

The room was breathtaking. The Faerie thrones, sculpted from the floor in shining marble rose high on one end of the room. Golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling, brightening the room. However, Sabrina noticed anxiously, this room was empty as well.

Allison looked around, awed. "This place is huge," she breathed. "I can't believe you use to live here!"

Just then, three little pink lights darted into the room and started buzzing around Allison. "Pixies!" she exclaimed, startled.

"You know about them?" asked a surprised Sabrina.

She nodded. "Dad told me about them in the car." She turned back to the little lights, which were hovering a few inches away from her face and buzzing impatiently. "Well, duh, I'm his daughter! Yes, I'm Allison Goodfellow."

Only when the lights started twittering back did Sabrina realize Allison was communicating with the pixies. To her, all it sounding like was buzzing. "Allie, you can understand them?"

Allison turned to her mother. "Um, yeah. Can't you? They talk clearly."

Sabrina was satisfied to see Puck look just as startled as she was at Allison's newfound talent. She shook her head. "No, dear, that's a fairy ability. I can't understand them."

At this, Allison's face fell, but then it wrinkled into confusion as she listened to their buzzing. "What? Whatever for?"

"They're saying that there's an Everafter meeting in the Conference Hall," Puck explained. "I'll bet Emma and Mustardseed are there."

Sabrina nodded. "So what are we waiting for? Let's go."

"Hold on a minute," said Puck as the pixies started to buzz louder this time. He nodded, clearly relieved. "The two are there, safe, but there's chaos in the Hall. It'll probably be best if we wait here." The little lights twittered in agreement and then left the room.

Sabrina groaned loudly. She hated waiting. She would rather just face the chaos and confusion now if it meant finding Emma sooner, but she couldn't leave Puck and Allison behind. Especially not after what had happened.

Puck was now trying to teach Allison how to fly. Sabrina waited until her daughter floated safely out of hearing distance to talk to Puck.
"I don't want to scare Allison, but I'm worried about the threats. How did you and Allie end up in that... room?" She couldn't bring herself to say 'cage.'

Puck shrugged. "Whoever they are, they've been doing their homework," he muttered, but Sabrina could detect a trace of of worry in his voice. That wasn't good. If cocky, confident Puck was worried... Oh, she didn't dare think about it.

"They managed to transfer the gate portal from the bar to the cage at exactly the right moment," he continued, "so someone must've been watching us as we touched the statue as to know when we were about to enter."

Sabrina disagreed. "I've thought a lot about that, but I don't think the two of you were the intended targets of capture. For one, there was no one-literally no one- else in the park besides us. Second, your captor never showed up to deal with you two, and third, there's no connection between you and Allison that would make you special targets. I mean, if they were after the Faerie Court, they would have gone after you and Mustardseed; if they had wanted our daughters, they would have gone for Emma and Allison. If they wanted revenge on the Grimm family, they would have taken me. They have no reason in wanting you and Allison."

"That's where you're wrong," Puck said quietly. "Though it really means nothing anymore now that our system has been changed, I am still the rightful King of Faerie, and technically, as my eldest child, Allison would be my future heir to the throne."

Sabrina's eyes widened. "Bu that still doesn't explain why your room was so carelessly guarded; that is, if you were the intended targets," she argued stubbornly. "I mean, if Allison just happened to have a Bobby pin, you two could have just easily escaped yourselves."

Puck frowned but said nothing. Allison was drifting back towards them.

"I feel like an oversized balloon," she grumbled as she approached her parents.

Puck's eyes lit up, something Sabrina noticed he did whenever he had an idea. He remained silent, though.

"You're doing great," Sabrina reassured her daughter.

Allison crinkled her nose. "No, I'm not! I'm just not used to flying. Why are we here, anyways?" she complained. "Why can't we visit Grandma Ronnie?"

"PUCK!" boomed a powerful voice from the next room over. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, NOW?"

Puck grinned at his daughter. "Because you're about to meet your other grandmother in just a moment."