Once Upon a FairyTale

Chapter Twenty Five: Maxwell

"I want to save my brothers," Wendy pushed, "I'll do anything."

I smiled. Currently, the three of us were sitting on the porch of Peter and my house. Wendy and Peter sat across from me. Peter refused to get out of arm's length of Wendy. I suppose he was happy to have her back, and scared that he would lose her once more. 

"Glad to hear you say that," I replied, "We need to get into Hook's house, and you're the only one who can get us there."

Peter continued, "Basically, he has a spell around the house. It prevents Maxwell and I from getting in. He put it in place not to long after the last time we tried to get you back."

"We need you," I pointed at Wendy, "To go in and disable the spell."

"How do I do that?"

"It's simple. He should have a model of the house in a glass bottle, like a ship in a bottle. This model will be covered by a yellow-ish liquid. Smash the bottle, and you open the house."

Wendy glanced back at Peter, "What're you two going to do?"

"We're going to kill Hook," he pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, "Don't worry, he won't bother you any more."

"First, we have to find Odette," I replied, "She can help, she might be our only chance at actually taking Hook down."

Peter nodded. Wendy glanced between the two of us, "What about John and Michael?"

"You get them out, bring them here. You will all be safe here," Peter told her.

She nodded, "Just, promise you'll come back to me."

"I promise."

He kissed her forehead. I smiled a bit, something I hardly ever did. Lately, it felt as if smiles were coming to me more often. Maybe it was the idea of finally getting out of Hook's grasp. Maybe it was the sense of impending freedom, if this plan succeeded. 

I watched as Peter walked Wendy to the road. For obvious reasons, we couldn't take her farther than that. It needed to seem as if she hadn't been with us. 

As Peter stood at the side of the road, a sudden sense of dread set upon me. It felt like I was terrified of death, or dreading the idea of how I would die. I felt my skin burst, almost as if my blood exploded. My birthmark, the moon, throbbed painfully against my skin.

For some reason, I knew what was happening. I don't know how, but I knew what was happening. 

"Odette," I whispered. 

Instantly, I sprung up. I hurried to where Peter was watching Wendy walk away. When he saw my frantic expression, he lifted an eyebrow, "What's wrong, Maxie?"

"It's Odette," I rushed, "Don't ask me how, but I know she's in trouble. She might be dying."

"What?! Where is she?"

A picture flashed through my mind. IT was of a fountain. I knew that fountain. 

"At the fountain, in the middle of town," I breathed. 

Peter looked off in that direction, "Do you think you can save her?"

"Maybe, if she gets here right now."

"I'll get her, get your stuff ready."

With that, he jumped into the air. I ran back towards the house. Instantly, I striped the kitchen table. He would be able to lay her there. I grabbed several ingredients and began to mix them together to create a potion. As That brewed, I looked up the healing spell. 

This was the same one I used on Peter when he got run over. Hopefully it would save Odette. If not, we were royally screwed. 

When Peter came back, he busted through the door. Odette was limply hanging from his arms. He quickly set her on the table. 

"What can I do to help?" he asked. 

"Get some wet towels," I replied, "And a bottle of water. When I'm done with the spell, if it works, she'll need it."

He nodded. I began the spell. As I muttered the ancient words, I sprinkled her bloody body in the potion. Her wounds began to glow, and that glow traced up her veins. She screamed. As she screamed, her mouth was wide open. I was able to shove the remaining potion between her lips. 

"Drink," I calmly stated, "It'll heal you."

Despite being a screaming comatose, she obeyed. She swallowed every last drop. When it was done, she relaxed a bit. 

Peter returned with the towels and water. We set the water on the counter, and placed the towels on her forehead, arms, and legs. She seemed to be sleeping peacefully. 

"What do we do now?" Peter asked.

"We wait for her to wake up."

***

Odette didn't wake up until the next morning. When she suddenly sat up on the table, she found Peter and I sitting in nearby chairs. I was reading while Peter was drawing. When she sat up, we both looked at her. 

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty," Peter chuckled. 

Her eyes widened, "What do you two want?"

"Well, a thanks would be appreciated," I closed my book, "We just saved your life."

"What?"

She looked at her, now healed, body. She was shocked. When her eyes connected with mine, she asked, "Why would you do that?"

"Well, we need your help," I replied.

Peter smirked, "By now, I suppose you realize that Hook's the real bad guy here."

"Obviously."

"Well, if the three of us team up, we can take him down," I continued, "We're the three most powerful witches and wizard in town. If we work together, we can kill him."

Odette seemed to contemplate this. I suppose her near death experience made her realize everything she knew before was a lie. She set her jaw and stated, "Alright, what's the plan?"

Peter and I smiled. With her on our side, we would be unstoppable. Hook was going down, once and for all.