The Castle of Dreams

- 14 - Back to the Castle

The scene wouldn't leave Rebecca's mind. Her, Beckett, Hector, Grace and her Grandmother were all standing in the kitchen and the witch was all of a sudden there and grabbing Rebecca pulling her back into the living room. "She knew it was me, How did she know I tricked her?" Rebecca had thought. The witch cackled and pressed the knife closer to Rebecca's neck. "Nice try Dearie, but it takes a little more than a piece of bread to get rid of me." The witch said. Then the next thing Rebecca knew the witch slammed her hard against the wall. Rebecca struggled to get away from her with no luck, the knife was still pressed against her neck and the witch had her body pressed up against Rebecca's pinning her against the wall, and with her free hand tangled in Rebecca's hair. "It's a shame I don't have my oven. The bread would taste alot better with the meat of a child on it." The witch whispered harshly. Rebecca squirmed still trying to get away from the witch. "Insolent child, stop moving." The witch screamed. Rebecca didn't stop instead she stomped on what she hoped was the witches bony foot. The witch cried out in pain and then she threw Rebecca at a coffee table with more force than one would have thought. Rebecca screamed at the sudden change of everything and that was before she hit the ground. When she hit the ground her vision went black.

Rebecca sat up screaming, startling Beckett into falling off of the bed he and Rebecca were on somehow, and Hector and Grace into jumping up from some chairs looking around for any sign of danger. Rebecca looked around confused everything was blurry. She reached up and took off her glasses, everything immediately became clear. "Rebecca? Are you alright?" Beckett asked standing up from the floor. Rebecca looked over at him. She threw her arms around him and hugged him. Beckett was surprised at first but then he wrapped his arms around her as well. He found that she was shaking slightly. She was crying. Beckett glanced at Hector and Grace who were both smirking at him. Beckett nodded his head towards the door and mouthed, first "shut up" and then "Grandmother Holly" Hector and Grace nodded and both ran out of the room to get Grandmother Holly. Beckett took a deep breath. "Rebecca, what's wrong?" He asked. Rebecca pulled away from him and looked into his eyes. "Eveything. I just want to go home." She said. Beckett sighed and wiped a tear off of her cheek with his thumb. "Me to. But for now we're stuck here. We'll get home I promise. Now what happened? That witch didn't hurt you did she? She's already dead but I swear I'll kill her again if she hurt you." Beckett said. Rebecca cracked a small smile. "She didn't hurt me..at least I don't think she did, maybe a little brain damage but I'll be alright." She said. Beckett smirked. "Good." He said. A small comfortable silence fell between them. They were just watching each other until a voice spoke from behind them. "Cookies?" Grandmother Holly asked, Hector and Grace laughing at something in the background. Beckett and Rebecca both looked at the door. Grandmother Holly, Hector and Grace came back into the room. Hector and Grace retaking their seats and Grandmother Holly setting the plate of cookies on the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling my dear?" Grandmother Holly asked Rebecca. Rebecca shrugged her shoulders. "Eh. I'm alright. What about you guys are you alright?" Rebecca asked the others. They all nodded. "Good, now I would like some answers if you don't mind." Rebecca said to her grandmother. Grandmother Holly sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Very well, what do you wish to know?" She asked. Rebecca had so many questions. She didn't know where to start, thankfully Beckett asked the first one for her. "I don't mean this to be rude at all, but why are you alive? I..I mean you died.." Beckett said. Grandmother Holly shook her head. "No, I did not die. I was just pulled back here earlier than I was supposed to." Grandmother Holly explained.

"Okay, well what is here? Why are we here? Who sent us here? Why are we these fairytale characters? and most importantly why did King Timothy say he was my uncle when I know I do not have an uncle?!" Rebecca blurted out. Grandmother Holly looked over at Rebecca. "My dear, Rebecca, Timothy is your uncle. Here is home, the world of fairytales. Your fairytale self in this world is who you are. The other you is you too but that's not who you actually are." Grandmother Holly said. The four teenagers stared at Grandmother Holly for a moment before she continued talking. "Your stories have played out right?" She asked.