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Day Thirty Five (We Jumped Three Weeks and Four Days)

Sabrina's POV

Another dream. No, not a dream. I was part of Crook now; this was reality in another world.

Black and white walls, people, objects.

Tap, Tap, Tap. Every sound I made magnified. My feet made noises that felt foreign to me.

Huge doors, ones you might see in fairy-tale castles, stood before me, mocking me, inviting me, to open them.

And so I do. With a huge creaking sound, it complies.

Slowly, so very slowly, it reveals the room that it subtly hid.

Two chairs fit for king and queen, stood proudly on the high golden-yellow colored platform.

I stand there, with no intention of entering the room because of how foreign it felt, because it was colored. Nothing in crook was colored in any colors other than black and white, and, I've noticed if you're really lucky, silver shot through the land making it show scarce hidden beauty.

Like someone pushed a button, a sudden fierce wind pushed from behind me, moving my feet against my will while I struggled to stay in place.

I entered the room and the door rushed to close behind me with a bang, like someone gave its signal that its job was done and the worker was hurrying to leave.

I stayed in place and waited and observed my surroundings. The platform was the only thing colored, making it stand out the most out of all the black and white.

I didn't know what I was waiting for, I only knew that I had to wait, I couldn't move, something—someone—was coming. Something—someone—wouldn't let me leave.

And someone did come, walking in like I was fortunate to be graced with his presence.

Sinister van Force.

"You're late," he announces as if we made a schedule and I've intentionally arrived a minute late just to ridicule him.

"I haven't come across any clocks," I reply sourly, "and I wasn't aware that there was a certain time I had to pass out on earth and arrive here."

Sinister flashes a small smile and I blink, and then it's gone and I wonder if my mind was playing tricks on me. I pass it off as a hallucination due to all the fainting and crossing into Crook and such.

"What am I doing here?" I ask. "Send me back."

Sinister raises an eyebrow in amusement. "Dear Grimm, I've done nothing. It looks like you still need to learn to harness your powers."

I groan internally. "Stop with the riddles! What powers? You mention them every time I come but you never explain! If you haven't figured it out yet, Mr. Guy with the creepy name, I'm not able to use magic!"

"Your powers, little girl, are in you. You may not be able to use magic but your powers are an entirely different thing."

"What powers?" I shout in frustration and anger, I was tired of playing his games.

A lamp lunches itself at him and falls a foot astray from his feet. My eyes widen in surprise but Sinister only looks intrigued. He glanced down at the shattered black light-bulb and a bit his hair falls into his eyes. He glances back at me and looks me right in the eye. His gaze holds so much intensity that I can't move from the spot my feet are implanted to.

"How do you…suspect…the lamp…broke?" Sinister drawled out.

I stare at him in bewilderment. His model-worthy looks stare down at me. I should be on his every need. I feel so special that he's sparing me a glanc—.

Wait, what?

I shake my head internally, hoping that would wipe away the vise-like grasp of finger like tendrils that tried to grasp my brain, pull at it, over-come it.

"What are you doing?" I asked frantically.

Sinister snapped his fingers, his face void of any emotion "Magic."

Again and again, he attacked my mind with me fighting him over and over.

Over and over until it felt like my brain were ready to explode and I dropped to the floor, screaming aloud in pain.

Back At the Grimm Residence

9:00 PM

"She won't wake up," Baba Yaga crackled.

The Team of Detective Leagues—which Daphne had taken to calling the group of everafter's who most commonly arrived after an important scene like this—stayed quiet. But Daphne's father fumed silently in the corner of the room while her mother held a comforting hand to his forearm.

Baba Yaga had asked for silence while she checked on Sabrina.

"There's not one way you can help?" Snow White asked.

"The child is in a coma," Baba Yaga replied.

And silence engulfed the room until it looked like Henry Grimm could no longer hold in his outburst, opened his mouth to speak, and was interrupted by the sudden sever shaking of the oldest Grimm girl.

"What's wrong with her?" Veronica asked frantically, "Why is she shaking like that?"

Baba Yaga sighed and looked like she wished she could be anywhere else but here (probably her dungeon making poisonous potions out of frogs, Daphne thought bitterly) but went to help Sabrina with a look of deep brooding.

After a few moments Sabrina creased the shaking and Baba Yaga stood with a contemplative and amused look.

"It seems as if the magic that had infected the girl years ago came back, she should be in a coma for a decided amount of time."

Like Daphne predicted, the group burst into chaos and questions. Daphne listened to a few:

"What do you mean a decided amount of time?"

"How in the world did the magic come back? I thought it was basically lethal for her to be near it."

Then, with a determined look in her eyes, the middle Grimm girl stood up and proceeded to the attic with a plan in mind.

This would've been longer and I would've explained more in this chapter but I decided this wait was really long so I might as well post this new chapter. Hope you like the 3rd person POV, I tried to put it in Daphne's perspective a little.

~May, ^_^