The first chapter will be re-edited, eventually, soon. Till then, this chapter explains what has been happening. Or at least most of it. There's some mystery still going on. ;)

Still un-betaed.

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Enjoy!

After taking many deep breaths, checking her side for a wound, which was not there. Again. She almost wished it was. Maybe it could be proof about what was happening to her. That is was real.

Absently she flipped her phone in her hand, feeling rather jittery after her latest dream. She decided then that since nothing would actually happen until later that day, she should probably go through exactly what had already happened to her and Daphne.

Sabrina reached over and grabbed her notepad and starting jotting down notes.

First time, Daphne gets murdered, then she does, and Puck gets a letter.

Second time, Puck almost gets murdered... then she dies.

Sabrina pondered over this. Why would Puck be murdered this time instead of her? Was she the original target and Puck was in the way? No, because the letter said that Puck was the target.

Sadly, her letter hadn't been very descriptive from the future.

She scowled. Her future self was as bad at writing letters as she was now. Sabrina noted to herself to practice writing letters to her family in New York after this was all over.

There were too many questions running around in her head.

And she didn't have a letter to answer any of them. She had checked. First thing she did this morning was rummage through her bedroom, hoping to find another white envelope hiding behind the dresser or peaking out from the middle of her schoolbooks.

She even ran downstairs to check the table where it was before.

Nothing. Nada. Zero.

It was earlier than the past two times and Granny Relda was still in the kitchen. Instead of frying blue bacon like before, she was taking food out of the fridge.

"Oh, Sabrina! You're up early." Granny gave her a warm smile.

For once, Sabrina returned it, feeling very much relieved that she hadn't entered into the same scene as the past two times. As far as she was concerned, changing as much as possible in the present was a good thing.

Which is why, she sat down heavily at the nearest chair and asked, "Got any of that blue bacon?"

Granny blinked, "Pardon?"

"Blue bacon."

"Um, yes, liebling. I was just going to make some actually..."

"Great!" She smiled brightly, "That's exactly what I want for breakfast."

Granny gave her a worried look, but nodded just the same. She was about to say something in reply when the doorbell rang. Sabrina got up, "I'll get it."

On the way she grouched about everyone's worried looks when she asked for the weird food. Honestly, they ate all the time, just because she asked for it a couple times didn't mean she was sick or something.

"Ma'am?"

Ah, she had opened the door.

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

The mailman smiled at her, "No problem. Um..." He shifted through his bag, "I have a letter for...Puck?"

Sabrina stared.

A letter...

"Puck! That's me!" She blurted out.

The mailman raised an eyebrow.

She crossed her arms and scowled, "Got a problem with that, buddy?"

He paled, "No." He handed the letter over to her, gave a hasty goodbye, and left very quickly. Sabrina couldn't help but smirk. The scowls worked every time.

It didn't take her long to rip open the envelope and remove three pieces of paper. Just like before... but she didn't dwell on it. The first letter was written in Puck's untidy scrawl. Or at least she hoped that was Puck's it was the messiest.

Looking over it quickly, she was able to surmise one thing with a frown. Puck was much better at writing letters than she was.

Yo, to myself of twelve years ago,

How's it going? Still doing those pranks like a boss?

Sabrina had to stop reading and roll her eyes. Seriously?

I know, you are probably wonder why I am sending this letter to you, or perhaps you're wonder if it's a prank. Believe me, it's not. You're a skeptical little brat so I know I'm going to have to put more info into this. Here it goes.

Sabrina dies on this day.

Daphne almost gets murdered later on, but luckily I was there to stop it.

Sabrina knew something was going to happen that day. She convinced me to take Marshmallow to Snow White's and came running up to me afterwards. She pushed me out of the way and saved me. Till this day, I don't know her attacker. He used some kind of magic to escape. The only other time he has appeared is to attack Marshmallow.

I found later that Sabrina had these letters in her pocket, obviously she was so hotheaded that she ran off believing them without getting backup or anything.

Sabrina scowled. Who was she supposed to get backup from? Elvis?

The point is, I've read them, and you can read them too. They are similiar to the one you are reading right now. Yet one is addressed to Sabrina and another one is for myself. My past self.

Marshmallow has a lot of theories on this. One is, that when we have a timeline and when we go back and change that timeline, it seperates. Into another timeline in where we made the change. Some people would call it a parallel universe. When I first wrote the letter to send back in time, from my previous self, I probably wasn't doing it to fix what had happened in my universe, that had already happened. I was trying to make another universe where they could live. Sadly, judging from the second letter, that didn't work.

Which brings me to our second problem. Sabrina. Sabrina knows everything. Judging from before, I didn't know this, because it hadn't happened yet. Yes, I know this stuff is complicated, but you get good grades so you can work it out.

Marshmellow thinks that she was cursed in the first world. Meaning that with her death, she can travel from one world and another. Every time a letter is sent to the past, a new world is created.

Sabrina shifted, uncomfortably. Getting cursed? That did not sound good.

Yes, we have a third problem. Because everything comes in threes. There is a letter missing. I don't know if this is important or not. But Sabrina's letter in this world said that there were three letters enclosed. I only found two. I don't know who the third letter was from, but I have a sneaky impression that someone else knows whats going on and isn't telling us.

Well, I haven't given you any proof that I am really you from the future. But I just predicted the death of the girl you like and that should be enough to ge you off of your butt and do something.

Cheers... oh, and save Sabrina. Don't let her die like I did.

Sabrina was in stunned silence by the time she finished that letter. Her hands were shaking and her breaths were coming too fast. This was... to much information to process in one sitting. Parallel worlds? Sending letters back in time? A missing letter? She wanted to smack herself on the head for that one. It was so obvious. Her letter did have three letters and she rushed off before reading any of them except the first. And now it was missing.

Also she was cursed?!

She didn't know what to think and even worse... she didn't even know who the murder's target was. Was her? Daphne? Or Puck? The letters always mentioned that whoever didn't die on this day, died later on. Even if she did stop it today and no one died, would they die later?

Also... her face reddened slightly. The death of the girl you like...

This was all too complicated...she was so lost in her inner musings that she almost didn't notice a slight motion behind her.

Someone grabbed her shoulder roughly.

All she had were flashes of a dark hooded stranger grabbing her, stabbing her... laying her down on the pavement...

She reacted instinctively.