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YES PEOPLE, THERE WILL BE ROMANCE IN THIS STORY. PUCK AND SABRINA, MAYBE OTHERS, BUT DEFINITELY ROMANCE.
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Yes, the return of the Fae (good story title, eh?) was slightly cliche, but hey, I'm all for cliche. But not too much. Thank You!
And also, wasn't Puck over 4000 years old? Yeah, I remember that. I'm pretty sure they spoke like that 4000 years ago, so maybe some olden words are still stuck in the dialogue section of his brain... possibly? :)
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It couldn't be.
But she was dead. Her corpse had been put in a coffin and buried six feet under the ground a week ago. It wasn't possible.
Sabrina's hands shook as she flipped the envelope over and tore the last part off, sliding out the piece of crisp, white paper inside.
She could see Puck watching her carefully, and realized that the room had gone awfully quite. It was as if she was reading out loud someone's death sentence.
In a way, it was kind of like that.
Flip.
One side of the letter went up.
Flip.
The other side went up, revealing rows upon rows of Daphne's neat writing. The very sight of it bought a fresh wave of tears to Sabrina's eyes.
These were not the words her little sister had written in her journal, the words Sabrina had read over and over again after her death, just looking for something to hold on to, something to remind her of her sister.
No, these were different.
These were the words of a dead person.
On the corner of the paper, there was a slight discoloration. The paper Sabrina had thought looked perfect was actually not. Maybe that was like most things in life.
Blocking out the stares of her family and Puck's gaze, she read the note.
Sabrina,
I know what you're probably thinking right now, and I don't blame you. You have every right to think what you want, and I know what I did was unexpected, but I had my reasons.
I'm probably in my grave right now as you read this. I can understand what you're going through, and I'm sorry. But please, just hear me out.
Sabrina, in this world, some things may seem perfect, and amazing, and wonderful, but trust me, it's anything but that.
My death was planned for quite a while, and I don't have a lot of space to write, so I'm going to make this short but effective.
Over the course of my travels, I have been hiding notes in fifteen of the most famous places on Earth. On each of these notes, there is a piece of my life that you have not heard about. My deepest, darkest, secrets. Ones that even you, my dear sister, do not know about. And now I want to share them with you, so that you may perhaps begin to understand the complicated events that took place in my life and led to my final decision.
The first place I have hidden the second of my notes is somewhere everyone knows about. The location is on the other note my messenger must have left at the house. Read it, Sabrina, and please do what I ask. For me.
I just want you to know that I love you, and you were my closest friend and the best sister I could ask for. Please don't blame yourself for my decision, you had nothing to do with it.
Goodbye, Sabrina. For now.
Daphne
Thetears had started flowing freely now without her realizing, and she let them fall. If her body decided that she needed to cry, then she needed to cry. She didn't care about anyone else in the room at the moment. Nobody mattered more than the note in her hand, the note that held so much possibility, and so many answers, but at the same time could break her into a million pieces.
She felt an arm go around her shoulders, and she knew without looking that it was Puck. He was always there when she needed him, and she clutched the note tighter as she cried.
After a while, her family had gathered around her, devastated. They knew what the note was about, and they dreaded what it might say. Granny gently pried it from Sabrina's grasp, and read it out loud to everyone else. Sabrina couldn't listen anymore, the words were causing turmoil in her head, her heart was pounding so loud she could hear it in her head. She felt hot and cold at the same time, and she buried her face in Puck's jacket, desperate for something, someone, to hold onto. He held her tightly, as if afraid to let go.
And then Granny read a line from the letter that hadn't really clicked with Sabrina.
The location is on the other note my messenger must have left at the house.
There must have been another note. There had to be.
She pulled away from Puck and looked at him. His eyes wee glazed over, slightly wet, a single tear sliding smoothly down his cheek. She reached up and wiped it away, and he gave her a shaky smile.
"Was there another note?" she asked him softly. Puck froze, thinking. He frowned, then shook his head.
"No, nothing. Oh, except this."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. He handed it to Sabrina.
"It was hanging from the tree, and I found it pretty odd, so I cut it down."
Inspecting it closely, Sabrina saw that the paper was folded in the shape of a paper plane. She held it, and for a brief second, a memory flashed through her mind.
Daphne, sitting at her desk, flipping a folded piece of paper around and straightening it, making it look perfect. But there was something about that paper that seemed strange.
It had writing on it.
Sabrina frowned at the plane in her hand, flipping it over. Carefully, she started unfolding it, layer by layer. Firt the left wing, then the right, then the body. When it was completely flattened, she flipped it over.
There was definitely something written there.
Sabrina scanned it. It was from Daphne.
Sabrina,
The first piece can be found in London, England. Or, more specifically, on the London Bridge. At the very top of the right tower, you'll find a metal box. Inside will be a plane, identical to this one, except for one thing.
There will be a different location.
Sabrina, I hope you go on this journey. I promise it will answer many questions, including the biggest one of all; why did I do this?
Go, Sabrina. For me.
Follow the planes.
Daphne
Her breath caught in her throat and Sabrina felt like she was choking. England? She had to travel? Granted she was of age, and money wasn't a problem, but why England?
It was all too confusing, piles and piles of new information dumped into Sabrina's brain, the old, unanswered questions trying to link themselves with new answers from this information overload. It was giving her a headache.
She passed the plane around, and watched as the members of her family read it one by one, their cautious expressions turning into ones of shock, disbelief, and dread.
When he was finished, Henry looked up.
"You can't go."
Sabrina felt it like a punch to the gut. Can't go? Can't go to England and figure out the biggest mystery the Grimm family had ever come across? Can't go to figure out what was going on, to figure out why her sister had done what she had done? Can't go and take possibly the only chance she had to solving this?
"I have to, Dad. I would never live with myself if I didn't."
Henry looked at her carefully, his bagged eyes seeming even more depressed and lonely. "I know, but it's too risky. What you might find, it could be too much to handle. And it's too dangerous."
Sabrina felt her stomach clench. "Dad, please. Let me do this."
Henry shook his head.
"I could go with her."
Sabrina had nearly forgotten that there were other people in the room. Looking over, she saw Puck leaning against the wall with his hands shoved in his jeans pockets, looking at Henry calmly.
Henry stared back at him blankly. "What?"
"I said, I could go with her to England. I am her protector after all, and we all know she needs this more than any of us. We could travel together. Let her go, Henry."
Sabrina found her heart soaring. There was a possibility that she could be going after all. A chance that she could figure out this messed up turn of events. A chance to make things right.
And she was surprised that Puck had suggested travelling with her himself. It made her stomach flutter happily that he knew this meant so much to her, and he cared.
Henry stared at Puck carefully. He seemed to be contemplating. After a painfully long while, he gave in.
"Alright, but you have to promise to call everyday, and tell us where this leads you, okay? Keep in touch, and don't get lost, or do anything reckless. You can leave the earliest you can."
Puck gave a small smile, and Sabrina closed her eyes and sighed happily.
"I'll book the flight."