Chapter One - Dressed In Gray

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Now let's get on to Chapter One, shall we?

Tears streamed down her cheek as she shook her head in denial. "No!" She leaped out of her bed, rushing for the door - all healed, just as the Prince wanted - to get downstairs.

Sarah grabbed her before she could get out of the room, stopping her in her tracks. "No, Wilhelmina."

"I won't believe you! I won't believe you!" Her eyes were scrunched shut as tears flowed down her cheeks, and she kicked her legs as Sarah lifted her into the air.

"Yes, you will!" Sarah screamed at her, and the poor girl jerked away as if she'd been slapped. Sarah had never slapped the girl in her life. She didn't intend to start now. "Wilhelmina Grimm, we are going to pack up our stuff, and we are going to move away. You are going to go to a public school. You are going to do well there. You are going to practice for the torture you will go through after your sixteenth birthday night, and prepare to fight the Grimm curse that will ultimately bring about your death. You are a Siren, and you are going to take this news like one. You won't cry. You will be strong, and you will understand that you are cursed, and that means that I will want as little contact with you as possible. Is that understood?"

And ever intelligent Wilhelmina just nodded her head, although the tears still streaked her cheeks.

"Then go!" Again Sarah shouted, again Mina flinched as if slapped, and then she ran away down the stairs, no doubt to go get comfort from her father.

She won't find comfort there. He was going to be lying there, cold and dead on the ground. There would be no physical sign of death. Anyone who wasn't Fae would look at it and assume he died of a heart attack, or something equally ridiculous. They always seemed to blame stuff on that. And anyone who was Fae would know - or find out - that he was a Grimm, and would manage to connect the dots when they realized Wilhelmina existed.

There's no sadness in her heart. Sarah could only feel anger, and that dulled any pain she felt, or any other emotion for that matter.

Mina's POV

As I pull up to the gate, I'm breathing pretty hard. This silly red bike has seen better days, making it even more difficult to bike, and the Grimm Manor where I live with my family is quite far away from my school. The trip back is mostly uphill too.

In short, the trip is quite unpleasant, and I make it almost every single day.

I push the button to allow myself in. "Mina Grimm." If it's my brother, he'll except the nickname. If it's my mom, she'll tell me to bike back up this awful hill and use the proper name.

"Who?" It's my mother. Shoot. "Bike down the hill, bike back up, and try that again."

Heaving a huge sigh, I bike down, turn around, and bike back up. Exhausted, it takes me even longer than usual. Twenty minutes later, I make it back to the house, and push the button again.

"Wilhelmina Grimm."

"Come in!" I detect an undertone of happiness in her voice, and frown. She enjoyed making me go through that, like usual. It hurts to think about that detail.

Instead of heading for the house, I hop off my bike and walk it past the house, into the woods surrounding the house, although it's still within the gates. I leave the bike at the edge, chaining it to a bike post. After that, I walk a few minutes into the woods, to a tree house in a small clearing. Smiling a bit at the sight of home, I head towards the ladder.

Technically speaking, the house is my home. But I haven't stayed in there sleeping-wise for a while. I go up maybe once a day to grab food, and to ask for anything I might need. Not that my mother always gets it, although she'll always get my perfect brother whatever he wants. M mute brother, considered perfect because he isn't cursed. It's stupid. Besides the trips to get what I nee down here, I stay in the tree house that I designed with some help from a friendly builder. We even managed to get a bathroom installed - thanks to some Fae persuasion, although I feel guilty for using it - so that's not a problem. Climbing up, I sling my backpack through the door and turn on the light with a cord. It's not super bright, but it's good for this. Since it's Friday, I don't have to do homework just yet.

Which means it's time for training. As exhausted as I am, it's necessary. My sixteenth birthday is roughly two weeks away, and so I need to get in as much work as I can towards preparing for whatever the Grimm curse will entail. My mother seems to delight in telling me about how horrible it'll be, and training is my only way to prepare.

Grabbing a rope, I swing down to the ground, landing crouched down. "Alright. I guess I'll practice with throwing knives first today." Getting used to weapons - since I can make any weapon I need from something else - is good for self-defense.

Looking at the trees that always serves as my targets - each with a bulls-eye painted on them - and a table sits beside me, at the edge of the tree house clearing. Grabbing an assortment of sticks, I lay on the table, and after picturing them for a few moments as throwing knives, see that they've morphed into exactly what I need them to be. I have quite a few up in the tree already, but I don't feel like getting any of them right now. Plus, I can't let my transfiguration skills get rusty.

"Let's see now." Testing the weight of the first one in my hand, I throw it towards the nearest tree in the way I've been going about it for awhile.

Sadly, it's barely even on the ridge of the bulls eye. I frown, and bite my lip. I've made no improvement since I moved from hand to hand combat - hard to practice on my own, but I figured it out and still practice from time to to time - to weapons.

"You tend to hit lower than where you aim. Try aiming a bit higher." I jump at the voice, and turn around to come face to face with a boy.

He looks to be a bit older than me. He's got messy black hair, and pale skin. His clothing choice is all gray, from the gray t-shirt to the gray tennis shoes. The only thing that isn't gray are his jeans, which have a gray belt. In fact, even his eyes are gray.

"How did you get here?!" I demand angrily, grabbing one of the knives. "Did my mother let you in? Why are you back here?"

"Calm down, Mina." He tries to calm me down, but this just makes me even worse.

"How do you know my name?" Once again, I demand to know something else.

He frowns for a moment, as if trying to figure out how to answer my questions. "Let's put it simply. I'm sort of your...Guardian for these next two weeks. I'm supposed to make sure nothing bad happens to you. I can help you with your training too. Okay?"

"Next two weeks?" I frown, and my eyes narrow.

"Till the Prince comes to claim you."

At this, I become rather angry. "I don't need help! Or guarding!"

"Mina..."

"No."

"Come on, Princess, just let me help you out for a little while. I can help you advance!"

"Don't call me that!" I snarl the words. "And I don't believe random Fae who waltz into my home. Get. Out!"

"You're going to need me later." He warns.

I chuckle. "Well then, I guess I'll just have tor egret my decision then, now won't I?"

"If you say so." Shaking his head, he disappears.

"What a lunatic." Shaking my head, I go back to my knife-throwing.

When I try the tactic the boy - who remains nameless, since I didn't ask for a name - suggested, I hit all the targets dead center.

What did you guys think of this chapter? Sorry if this one seemed a bit rushed, the next chapter will hopefully be longer and have some better stuff in it! c: And I hope you guys recognize the boy! Book characters will - hopefully - be making their way into the story in different ways!

Anyways, three reviews will have to be here before I update, and even then it might be a little longer. c;

~ Dagger