Hello! Yes, i'm still alive and... on this site. I've been reading things, but I just haven't been updating chapters.

Especially this story. I actually got positive reviews about the second chapter, so I was afraid to jump right in, start a new chapter, and ruin it. But then I realized planning out a good chapter to write would go against the point of this story, so I was like, "Whatever. Let me just start writing, and see what twisted, weird thing comes into existence." So, here I am, and I'm goi-

"Are you done, yet, Narrator/ Author? You kinda have a story to write." Daphne interrupted. "And you're being a slow-poke about it and not getting to the actual story."

I am rolling my eyes at you, Daphne.

"I don't care."

Well, then.

(I still don't own this series. Just saying.)

Being a princess is a bore, if you ask me. I hated it. Well, I didn't mind having all of this power, but the lessons, the restrictions, the clothes... they made me want to scream.

In the darkness, I saw images rise from somewhere inside me. A gentle wind whispered through the air. It tousled the waves of grass around me, making everything look like an endless sea of green. The blue sky stretched high above me, and the sun shone behind a cloud. The warm rays touched my face. Then the scene changed, and I was standing near a waterfall. A small one, falling down into a lake surrounded by lush greenery. The humid scent of the warm water invited me to touch the lake, but I didn't dare. Now I was in the middle of a crater- an empty, blackened hole, where everything tasted of dust and destruction.

All throughout the changes of scenery, a bird had been flying up and down in the sky above. Sometimes this way, then that. It flew up and down erratically, but also beautifully. I'd been watching its every move.

Then a sudden note disrupted all the others, and the bird jerked to a halt, and fell.

I opened my eyes, and found my index finger on the wrong key.

"Princess!" A voice reprimanded. I closed my eyes for half a second, to wipe off the impatience and annoyance from my face. I was taking stupid piano lessons. Me. Mom and Dad should know better. Ugh. Sometimes, I had to wonder where their minds were when they decided these things.

Then I finally turned to look at my instructor. The woman glared at me through half-closed eyes, and looked about ready to chew my head off.

"Picture it, princess. Picture the music, the waves! Let your hands go to the right- "

"I want to take a break."

She glared at me. "But, Princess, you've hardly made any progre- You've only been playing for an hour."

Yes, an hour. I'd been sitting on that bench for a whole, excruciating hour. I wanted to tackle her. And wipe that disdained look off of her face. And maybe take her hair down from the strict bun it was in, because it was really starting to annoy me.

"My fingers feel tired and my head aches. A small break won't make a big difference."

Then I got up anyway, not waiting for her permission, and crossed the room and stepped outside the doors. I was usually better at hiding my emotions. I was usually better at listening to my sister's advice of taking everything lightly and smiling carelessly, like a princess should. Usually. But today was one of my worse days, and I wanted nothing more than to go to Dad's bar to maybe meet some of the dwarves and convince them to sneak me out for a couple of hours.

I started walking towards the bar for just that purpose, but stopped myself just in time. The Queen of Sneaks couldn't go out in such a boring way. I'd used the main door the last time. This time, I'd spice things up.

I used the passage from the library. I clicked the seamless door behind me shut and spun on my heels. Hmm... a snake. Then I'd turn back later, in the middle of the hall. I slithered forward in the dark, heading straight... with a right here, according to the noise and smells... and stop! A wall. Oh, through here. The dead end that had a small hole at the bottom, just big enough for something small like me to fit through.

I stretched my reptilian mouth in a semblance of a smile, before I pushed myself out. The sudden light and noise barraged my senses, but I stilled, willing for me to get my bearings. I dodged a huge foot that came down and almost got hit in the face by a pixie. The little thing shook her fists at me, before flying up and away. I would've laughed, but snakes can't do that, apparently. I turned my head around, tasting the air, trying to find the malodorous dwarves. It shouldn't be too hard.

There were more people in here today than normal. I sensed about fifty. Must be a holiday?

But, no. I heard the familiar voice, and realized. It was that human woman with the Grimms' blood. She was here again. Which explained the huge number of people present.

I transformed back into me, and the people in my immediate vicinity immediately dropped into a bow. I grinned at them mechanically. Where were the dwarves? I needed to see them so I could get out of this place for a while...

Then a little boy with a head of blond hair walked up to me. I stared down at him. Boy, he needs a wash. His green hoodie's disgusting.

"Are you lost, kid?"

"Who are you calling a kid, Old Lady? I'm the King."

A few people gasped, but most of them were paying attention to the conversation the Grimm woman was having with Dad. Conversation. I snorted. More like a discreet trade of insults.

But, back to the kid. He was looking up at me with extreme annoyance. "Bow down, Old Lady!"

"Really?" I asked him, raising my eyebrows. "Kid, you barely come up to my knees."

The kid smirked and looked away, probably trying to look dismissive. "Only lousy stinkpots bring hight into an argument to make their point."

I glowered at him. "What did you say, you little- "

I paused to catch the little balloon the kid threw at me. I looked at the dirty ball of air and rubber for only a second before I dropped it and jumped away.

"Ew, what was that?"

The kid had the nerve to snicker. "Those little round things that come out the rear end of a goat and some licorice."

"What?"

Then the balloon rolled to the feet of the kid, and he picked it up with one hand carelessly. "I'm Puck, the Trickster King. People here call you the Queen of Sneaks."

I stared down at the balloon-wielding kid wearily.

"You are, from now on, my sworn enemy." He said, wiping the back of his hand across his nose and leaving a trail of brown across his face. "Now let's see who'll win round one."

Then he threw the ballon at me. I couldn't dodge in time, to my eternal shame.

"Uhg! Kid! I will hurt you for that!"

"Why don't you try, Old Lady?"

As I lunged towards him, I saw a flash of gold and jumped back. It was a dog. It stood in front of the little boy protectively, growing at me. I stared at it, baffled. Who'd bring a dog to a bar?

"Atta boy, Elvis! Protect the king from the goody-goody two shoes queen!" The kid crowed from behind the huge canine.

"Coward!" I muttered angrily, glaring at the boy. Then I smiled, slowly.

I dug into one of my many hidden pockets, and brought out a small ball. I lobbed it at the boy, who dodged with a laugh.

"You have horrible ai- "

I pulled the string back, and the ball stood mid-motion. Just one of my tricks. A ball that could change directions seemingly by magic. The boy unfortunately noticed the flick of my wrist and looked back. Before he even caught the ball, was in the air. When he turned back to me with a triumphant smile, he froze and stared at me as I hovered above him. I grinned.

"You picked the wrong princess to mess with, kid."

Instead of being awed by my wings, he clapped his hands together.

"Pink wings? Aren't they just cute?"

I narrowed my eyes at him. Sure, I would've preferred my wings to be a different color myself. But that clumsy sarcasm! That way he twisted his lips, as if he thought he looked cool! Ugh. This guy has had a loss role model. He was delusional and thought I was losing. Hah, I'd teach him! No one that annoying could just get away with it after insulting me this much!

"They go great with the red licorice in your hair. The brown gunk clashes, though," he continued, frowning at my lack of a response. I grinned down at him.

"You're cute. You really are. But you've annoyed me too much in one day."

I got ready to swoop down at him and wipe that horrible, egoistic smirk right off of his face.

"Sabrina! Puck! What on earth are you two doing?"

I rolled my eyes. It was that Grimm woman- Veronica, was it? As I looked at her, it suddenly clicked. I looked down at the boy in horror.

"Puck... Grimm? You're a human?"

As the boy grinned up at me, I thought I'd faint in embarrassment. A mere human had managed to humiliate me this much?

"Sabrina! Oh, I'm so sorry! Puck threw one of his balloons at you, didn't he?" Veronica asked, crossing the room in a few strides and taking the little boy by the arm. She looked down at him sternly. "Apologize, Puck."

I looked at her in annoyance and amusement. "You think an apology from a tree year old- "

"I'm six!" Puck protested.

"- will be enough to make up for all of the damage done to me?"

Veronica met my eyes with an unwavering confidence. "He's just a child."

"I am, too! Do you see me going around and ruining people's peaceful days?"

"You're over a thousand years old." Veronica said. I glared at her, growing angry. How dare she talk to me so... like that?

"So?" I tossed my hair back, annoyed that it was getting in the way. "I'm officially eleven."

"I will persuade your father for a day of freedom."

I stopped, glaring at her furiously. It was an offer I couldn't resist, though however tempting it was to try to make that passive look on her face turn into anger.

She saw right through me, and she smiled. "I'm glad this will be put behind us."

I felt my face grow hot at the amount of warmth in her eyes, and looked away.

"Just don't bring him here again, woman."

Veronica Grimm politely inclined her head, and then pulled Puck towards the main doors firmly, though he kept protesting.

"I'm not done, yet! She's still alive! I need to capture- "

"Puck, enough."

To my surprise, the boy actually stopped. The dog loped after them, and the corners of my mouth twitched up. Of course. Who else would it have belonged to, but the weirdest woman to come to this bar?

Puck looked back, once, to stick his tongue out at me.

"I'll see you later, stinky."

"Puck!" Veronica Grimm groaned, and quickly pulled him out the doors.

I stared at the doors for a few seconds. Then I looked around the bar, which had been almost silent for a while. Everyone looked back at me with fear. Dad had gone away somewhere already. The dwarves looked hesitant to meet my eyes.

"I'm... going to my room." I said loudly. And I flew out.

As I left (through the main doors which led to the palace), I heard a collective sigh of relief behind me.