27B (COMPLETED)

Chapter Ten ~ (Above, Rapunzel)

This chapter is dedicated to my good friend, Kate.

Mollie...
Six hours ago...
"Julie, I have to go to the... store..." Mollie said, frantically digging through her drawers for another potion. She found one buried under her t-shirts and pulled it out quickly, eyeing it. There was just enough to send her to Märchen, but not back. 'I'll get some while I'm there,' she thought, 'It's not a hard thing to find,'
"Can I come, mom?" Julie asked from the living room, turning off the TV and picking up a book. "No," she said flatly.
Mollie kissed Julie on the forehead and went into the hallway. She unscrewed the bottle and drank the last of it. She squinted as the pain in her head visited her, then she disappeared, the little brown paper landing on the floor where she was standing.

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Present Day...
Ethan...
It wasn't love at first sight, but it was definitely love at first fairy tale happily-ever-after-ending. Except it wasn't quite our time yet for happily ever after. Not even close. Because Rumple was still alive and wanted to kidnap Harper more than anything, and we were still stuck in Märchen and Sadie was still dead.

Harper grinned at me, then led me over to Rumple. "I think we should lock him somewhere in the palace, like a closet or something," she said.

"He can teleport, member? He'll just leave,"

"Yeah, but it'll give him a good scare when he wakes up. Come on,"

She went around him and grabbed his wrists, preparing to pick him up. I took his ankles, and we went inside the palace using the brilliantly crafted wooden door with carvings of roses and many different kinds of animals I'd never seen before. I think I even saw a lion with wings.

We carried him to one of the broom closets in the smallest, most deserted looking hallway in the maids corridors and shoved him inside it, hardly bothering to make sure none of his fingers would be slammed in the door.

Harper glanced at the grand staircase leading to two wide hallways with many beautifully carved doors and tinier hallways inside it. "I have an idea," she said raising her eyebrows. "What?" I asked. "We should go exploring!" she said it like a two year old who was just offered an ice cream cone with extra jimmies. I laughed at her
childishness, then said, "Sure, but we can't be too long or else Rumple will wake up and get all angry that we didn't leave Märchen right away,"

She smiled mischievously, then sprinted up the stairs and turned right. I went up after her and turned left.

"Woah..." I muttered as I roamed down the hallway, gazing at the ceiling, which was lined beautifully with wood painted a soft gold. I opened a door and walked in. There were about 100 huge spools of colorful and expensive fabric, and about six sewing machines, each looking like they were abruptly left. I went to the second machine and ran my hand along the minty green silk that looked like the outline of a skirt or a dress. The silk was soft and slippery under my fingers. I had never come across fabric this expensive and amazing.

I walked out and glanced down the hallway, and saw Harper was running towards me happily. "Ethan, look what I found!" Her bare feet padded softly on the ground as she reached me.

She was wearing a stunning lavender ball gown. It had two silver sleevs made of thin lace draped over her shoulders, and it was showered with glitter, which gave the dress a beautiful glow. "Wow," I said, taking it in. It was more beautiful than any of the dresses she had worn in Märchen so far, and even though I had no dress taste whatsoever, I knew that it would make anyone gape. "You like it?" she asked, her eyes bright as she looked down at herself. "There were prettier ones, but I was afraid of trying to get them on. They were so big, and I was afraid the train would trip me and I would fall flat on my face," she smiled, looking in my tattered, peasant outfit. It put me to shame even standing near her in the cloths, even though I wasn't the one who picked them out. "Madam," I instantly knelt, jokingly. "Please forgive me for my inapropriate dressing choices. I shall change immediately, Your Highness,"

"Oh, but you shan't! You see, the peasant look suits you well. And that spatter of blood on your face is especially charming," she laughed, reaching over and pointing to my forehead. I tried to scrub it off with the palm of my hand, but she giggled and said, "Got yah!"

"We should probably leave," Harper said. "And I should change," she looked down at her beautiful dress and sighed sadly at the thought of having to take it off. "No, don't," I said, raising my eyebrows in thought and standing up. "Because everyone things you're a princess. So if you came out there in rags or whatever you were planning to put on, they wouldn't recognize you! We could get special treatment or whatever if you wear that. Plus, I sort of look like crap," I said, looking down at myself. "So it's like the princess and pesant classic story kind of thing," I paused, thinking about my little plan. "You're sure there's no blood on my face, right?" I asked. She examined my face, the said, "Nah, you're good,"

She picked up the front of her dress and made her way, barefoot, down the grand staircase. I followed her, hoping no one would notice that she had no shoes on. It was probably more comfortable anyway.

As I went down, I looked up at the railing at the end of the stair well, which curled into a little mahogony point at the end. And as I was about to look away, an almost transparent outline of a figure appeared perched on the railing. I stopped going down the stairs to watch as it developed into a girl, her arm leaning in a position that almost made it seem broken. I gasped and backed up against the railing when I recognized who it was as the face developed. It was Sadie.

Her leg was severely cut, and her arm was indeed broken. Her familiar red hair fell perfectly over her bloody cheeks, and when she smiled at me, I winced when I saw that her left front tooth was knocked out. She was a ghost, and she looked as she had when she died. She raised her eyebrows the way she used to, and said with a slight lisp due to her missing tooth, "Ethan, what are you doing? I need you to do this for me, then we will be able to battle you know who. Look in your pocket bro. Come on,"

With that, she vanished. I stared at the railing for a moment, wondering what she meant. I reached into my pocket and my hand grasped the little clear vial labled, "Bring back the dead."

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Oooh! I wrote this late at night, and I decided to write something a wee bit scary. I missed Sadie so much, and I thought I should bring her back, even if it's like this.
Quote of the Day: We all have that one friend that bites the bottom of the icecream cone, then drips it on your brand new shirt.
-Beth