Long time no update. So sorry! To make up for it, let's give you something a bit more fun... well, for me, anyways...

"NO! No, no no no no no!"

Sabrina's mind was failing to understand what had just happened. Part of her wanted to believe this was all a dream, and the other part wanted Puck to freaking wake up already, because, frankly, this wasn't funny.

"Puck, come on. Stop playing around, just open your eyes." She didn't realize it, but tears were streaming down her face, marking her skin with wet trails. She didn't care. She had other things to worry about.

Puck remained motionless for the next few minutes as his parents continued their violent assault on the Grimm home. He didn't move, didn't breath, nothing.

Sabrina felt her world shatter. It felt like a part of her had just been ripped from her body. Her mind couldn't comprehend what had just happened, and she refused to believe that Puck was gone. It wasn't fair. He couldn't be dead. He wasn't.

Another explosion rocked the house, and Sabrina felt her anger rise. Who did these people think they were? They had just shot their own son willingly, and were currently destroying someone's property.

She wasn't going to let them get away with this.

Placing a kiss on Puck's cheek, she got up and ran to the doorway. Daphne was already there, shooting bolts of magic at the fairy royalty. Sabrina looked at Oberon, and felt a surge of disgust.

She despised him.

Grabbing the wand from her little sister's hand and ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of magic, Sabrina pointed the stick in Oberon's direction, aiming straight for his heart. Oberon sneered and it was the last thing she saw before she willed a blast of fire to erupt from the wand.

The blast hit him square in the chest, knocking him off his feet and sending him flying a few meters back. Sabrina channeled all her hatred, all her fury, and all her sadness into the next blast of fire. It came out even bigger than the last, the flames licking up violently, the heat almost unbearable. She narrowed her eyes and hit Oberon's lifeless body with the fire again. And again. And again.

"Sabrina, STOP!"

No. She couldn't stop. She needed to... to what? Kill him? Destroy him? What? What exactly was she aiming to do?

Sabrina stared down at the wand in her hand. She was starting to feel sick with magic. The wand was playing with her senses, leaving her with nothing but a desperate craving for power. She needed to use that power. If she didn't, she might die.

Mustering up all the energy her body had left, she closed her eyes and forced her hand to flick the wand away.

It was like someone had flicked off a switch. The uneasy feeling slowly subsided, leaving her tired and drained of energy. She felt weak, and her legs could no longer hold her up. Her knees buckled beneath her, and the last thing she saw was the singed grass of her front yard.

...

Throbbing.

And endless, loud, throbbing.

She couldn't hear anything but that. She tried opening her eyes, but they felt glued together. She tried moving her hands, but they were stiff.

Panicked, she tried yelling. The only sound that came out was a strangled yelp, and Sabrina felt scared.

What happened to her?

There was movement beside her, and a change in the air. She heard someone whisper something, and found that she could open move her hands. A few seconds later, she could open her eyes.

Bunny, Snow White's mother, otherwise known as The Wicked Queen, stood above her, and Sabrina saw Granny Relda's head near hers, along with Henry and Veronica. Daphne stood at her other side, tears in her eyes.

"What happened?" she tried saying, but all that came out was a chocked gargling noise. Bunny shook her head.

"Don't try to speak, your body is still not functioning properly. It will take a while for your voice to come back. I had to put you in a temporary coma, or else your body would not have been able to get over your magic intake. What you did was stupid and reckless, Sabrina. What were you thinking?"

Sabrina stared at her family. What had she been thinking. She knew the word, but she didn't want to think about it. Not know. But the word entered her mind anyway, uninvited, as a fresh wave of tears escaped her eyes.

Murder.

She had wanted to kill someone. Granted that someone was not such a nice person, but she had still wanted to kill him. And all because he had killed someone she loved.

Oh God.

Puck! Where was Puck? What had happened to him? Was he alive? Was he... was he... dead?

Veronica took Sabrina's hand in her own, no doubt sensing her worry, and smiled shakily, a single tear streaming down her cheek.

Sabrina looked around. What weren't they telling her?

Henry looked down at the ground, and Granny looked distressed. Daphne was once again crying, new tears streaking her round face.

What? What had happened to Puck? Surely he wasn't dead. Everafters didn't die that easily. They couldn't die. He couldn't. No, he couldn't leave her. She needed him. He couldn't die.

Forcing her mouth to open, she tried to talk.

"Where's Puck?" What came out could be described as a rasp, but surely her family had heard her.

It was Bunny who spoke. She looked Sabrina straight in the eye, her expression blank. She looked cold, yet still troubled. It was as if she were hiding something from her, trying to hold back the truth. They thought she couldn't handle it.

"Sabrina, I... I tried..."