Once Upon a FairyTale

Chapter Thirteen: Maxwell

I paced the basement. Peter did the same, but going in the opposite direction. We passed each other every few steps.

"How did they get out?" Peter demanded, "I thought you were the only one who could wake them up!"

I threw up my arms, "I thought so too! That's how it's supposed to work!"

"Then, where are they?"

"I don't know!" I shouted, "Someone must've managed to wake them up."

Peter rolled his eyes, "Obviously, the question is how?"

I thought for a moment. There weren't many variables. I was the only one who knew the spell to wake them up. It was impossible for anyone else to know it. Unless...

"The book!" I exclaimed, "Whoever had the book made that clone we talked to, and managed to wake them up."

"They have your book?"

I groaned, "No, idiot. They have the twin of my book. It must have the countercurse."

In all honesty, I had no idea what was in that book. I only knew one thing, it had the missing pages from my book. I needed those pages.

"We need to get that book," I mumbled.

Peter ran his fingers through his hair. He was anxious, mostly from being tricked. I could tell he wanted blood, and he wanted Wendy back.

"Why!?" he snapped, "Why do we need that God forsaken book?!"

I pinched the bridge of my nose, "There's two pages missing from my book. I have reason to believe that one of my ancestors tore them out and glued them to that book before handing it off."

"What does that matter?!"

"Because, those pages hold a spell," I couldn't help but grin at the thought, "This specific spell can make anyone do whatever we want. We can build our army, turn this entire town on our side! And then-"

"And then, we take over," Peter grinned.

I walked up and grabbed his shoulders, "Peter, this goes beyond taking over this town. We could have the entire world at the tip of our fingers. We could have whatever we want. You could have Wendy, you could marry her and she couldn't do anything against it."

Peter's eyes brightened. I continued.

"We could finally kill that bastard Hook, and all those prissy 'Princesses'. If I can get my hands on that book, we could have anything."

Peter's demeanor had completely changed. He went from an aggravated failure, to an excited kid.

"We have to get that book."

"The question is how," I thought, "I might be able to do a tracking spell, but I'm not sure. I've never seen the thing."

Peter cracked his knuckles, "You do that, I'll go fly around and see what I can find."

"Don't get caught."

He winked at me, "Wouldn't dream of it, Maxie."

He vanished moments later. I stomped back up to my bedroom. My book was trembling on its podium. That was never a good sign.

Slowly, I slinked up to it, much like a fox. With a timid hand, I threw open the covers. It released a huge gust of wind into the room. I was blown against the wall, resulting in a dull pain that vibrated through my bones.

"It's here!" the book shouted, "I can feel my sister!"

I cringed. Whenever the book spoke, it was almost surely not a good sign. The last time it spoke more than once was just before Hook and his kids arrived in town. It spoke of a life changing event that was about to happen. It did, as Hook had Peter and I banished from the town.