Once Upon a FairyTale

Chapter Seventeen: Maxwell

Anastasia and Drizella sat in front of Peter and me. They both sipped tea. Normally, their mother would be here as well. But, this time, she was in the hospital. Supposedly she had developed some form of cancer.

The two of them were known as 'the ugly stepsisters'. In reality, their appearances weren't ugly. Anastasia had gorgeous ginger locks while her sister had chocolate curls. They had clear skin, and lips as red as apples. They were short and slender, making them the perfect women.

They were known as ugly for their personality's. Their younger step sister, Miss Perfect Cinderella, had spread that name around. They had always been horrid to her. Their personalities were exactly what Peter and I needed; cruel, evil, nasty sort of people.

"And you want us to help you?" Anastasia sipped her tea thoughtfully.

She was the more understanding of the sisters. Maybe it was because she was the youngest. Her sister was just like their mother, caring for nothing but herself. But, Anastasia listened intently.

"Yes," I answered, "If we can get close to the new girl, Odette, we could take over the town."

Drizella scoffed, "And what's in it for us?"

"Power, money, the chance to enact your revenge on little Cinderelly," Peter replied.

Drizella and Anastasia glanced at each other. Wicked grins spread across their faces. They returned their piercing eyes to me and my friend.

"Alright, we're in," they said at the same time.

Peter grinned evilly. I kept a straight face. Peter took to explaining what to do to the sisters.

"Alright, what you need to do is try and make friends with Odette. She doesn't know anything about this town, so you can make her believe you are good guys, like you never did anything wrong. Get close to her, become her best friends. Get as much information about her, her past, her family, and, especially, her magic as you can. Report back to us with all you can find."

"And avoid mirrors in her house," I stated, "She has a magic mirror somewhere."

Anastasia nodded, "Alright, when do we start?"

"As soon as you're ready."

***

"I want to visit Wendy," Peter said, "Maybe I could try and convince her to join our side."

He sat on our porch, worriedly looking at his hands. He made be one of the most powerful warlocks in the world, but everyone had a soft spot. His spot just so happened to be Wendy. No matter how bad he portrayed himself to be, he would always be good for her.

"How are you going to get to her without Hook stopping you?"

"I'll bring her here," he replied.

I shook my head, "Peter, you can't keep kidnapping her. She's going to hate you even more."

"Then, what do I do?"

"I don't know," I shrugged, "Talk to her, I guess? I've never dealt with these things before."

"I don't think magic can help me here."

I shrugged again, "There's always love potions, but they always wear off."

Peter was silent for a moment. He looked up at the sky. I had to wonder if he was thinking about the adventures he had when he took Wendy to Neverland. In reality, he just stole her spirit, and the spirit's of her brothers, and took them to Neverland. Their actual bodies were in a coma until Wendy decided to bring them back. According to Peter, there's still several Lost Boys waiting for his return.