A pair of hairy paws grabbed Fable by the underarms, hoisting her back on her feet, shaking off the blow. She scrambled for her bag, all the while muttering, "page, what page?"

Jack ran to the window, crook in hand. Leaping onto the sill, he glared out into the night. Not even a trace left of the nightmare sand, Lydia was gone. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a book slamming against the wall. "No!"

Another book flew. "No!"

A third hit. "No!"

Fable grabbed her bag and emptied the contents across the floor. "Where is it?! Where is that bloody book, common?!"

She was slipping, the power she wielded over the books was coursing through her, to the point where is brought the books crawling back, stunned, almost like scolded children. Ignoring them, Fable searched through the texts that she had yet to remove from the pile. North stepped forward, placing his hands gently on her shoulders. "Come malo volchitsy, we must return to the pole."

Shaking her head, she mumbled. "No, no, we need to find her."

She looked up at him, and Jack saw the tears in her eyes. Something he never thought he'd see in his lifetime. Bunnymund stepped in. "We will Sheila, we just need ta regroup, alright?"

Fable didn't look at him. "You regroup, I'm staying."

The books came in, huddling around her, as if trying to comfort the spirit. This did nothing if not anger her. Standing, she swept them away with a cruel hand. "Knock it off, away with you! Home, now!"

They bowed away, making for her bag, which expanded as they entered, but flattened within seconds, as if they had been transported. Tooth flitted over. "Fa, we know you're upset, but staying here isn't going to help Lydia, Bunny's right, we need to regroup."

Turning on her, Fable looked ready to attack. "I said you regroup! I'm staying, what part of that do you not understand you fluttering birdbrain!?"

Tooth feel back, looking genuinely hurt. Jack caught sight of the knowledge spirit's eyes, for a moment they had lost their warmth and looked unbearably cold. He didn't know what to do; he didn't want to argue with Fable right now, it wouldn't do Lydia any good. Suddenly, he noticed Sandy, skirting around the edge of the room, a ball of swirling sand in hand. Catching sight of Jack, he nodded and pointed to Fable, an image of him grabbing her floating over his head. With a nod, Frost walked up behind her, he stood about a head or so taller than her. Before he trapped her, he sighed. "I'm sorry bookworm."

Before she could react, Jack grabbed her arms, holding her in place while Sandy threw the ball of dream sand into her face. Like that, Fable's eyes fluttered and she swayed, leaving Jack to catch her while the sand took full effect. The two looked at one another for a second before Fable passed out. Fresh tears ran from her eyes before they closed, wetting Jack's hands. All was silence, until North stepped in, throwing his globe at the wall of the bedroom, opening a portal. "Let her rest, wake her up while we get sleigh ready."

Author's Note:

Alright, first off, apologies all around. First, for being for so long. Second, for this chapter being so short. I have a decent excuse for the first thing though, I was dealing with the closing of the winter term, lots of studying and final projects that needed my full undivided attention, my grandmother's house also decided to catch fire (everyone is fine). I was also dealing with some guy from way back in high school confessing his love for me and then turning into a stalker, so that took some of my attention as well. As for the second thing, not much of an excuse, but, I am trying very hard to find some old literature with descriptions of wings or even a good dragon, but that's easier said than down. So if any of my readers know something in the realms of King Arthur or anything of that nature, do tell please.

So, I haven't updated in a while. Which means you guys didn't get to here about all the fun I had at Wizard-con all the way back in February... Well, I did get to meet Norman Reedus and Sean Patrick Flanery, I went to the Walking Dead Panel staring the ever amazing Michael Rooker and fabulous Reedus, so I deem it time well spent.

I got an autograph from Norman Reedus, I was expecting him to say "hi," shake my hand, give me his autograph and that would be the end of it. Instead I went to shake his hand and was about to let go, but instead he held on for a few seconds and reveled in my reaction, he also rubbed my palm before letting got, my reaction according to my friend, was a bit reminiscent of the "oh you face." All I can say about that was, he has really soft warm hands. After that, he tried to sign my arm (managed to grab one of the photographs and got him to sign that instead, don't understand people who do the sign me thing), then he noticed my necklace, got up, leaned over the table (that freaked me out for a second), poked my necklace and asked about it. I explained what it was, and left with a feeling of being on cloud 9, so much so that I didn't stick around to take my friends picture with him.

This leads to me sling shooting my friend around to Flanery's line and paying for his autograph for her, I also got his. I actually had some banter with him. He asked if I spelled my name with an H (my name being Sara) and I sort of snapped "no" at him. He laughed, found the reaction funny. Then I asked him something about the Devil's Carnival and if he really sang in it, and he said he did. To prove it, he sang me some of the chorus, needless to say I was speechless and the only words my friends got out of me after that was "He sang for me."

So, there you all are!

As for Curiouser and Curiouser, I have no intention of leaving it, I have several bits of the story typed up just need to weave them together. So, review, favorite, me what you think!