Journal of a King

Journal Entry 45: In Which I'm the Knight in Shining Armor's Stallion

A/N: Hi! Thanks for being patient with me again! This isn't my best, and it's a little shorter, but I hope that it makes you smile a little :) Disclaimer: I do not own The Sisters Grimm. 

"The child is infected."

I watch from the sideline as Baba Yaga, who is currently my idol because of all the cool, creepy, and disastrous things she says and does, pulls on Sabrina's tongue. Me and the rest of the Grimm gang have congregated around the two in attempt to find out what is wrong with the girl. If you ask me, there are too many things wrong with Grimm to start to even count, but before I can point that out or even rejoice in what sounds like she's finally getting the puberty virus she gave me, Sabrina sits up, and her father is expressing his concern.

"With what?" he asks, looking concerned. I want to roll my eyes. Whatever was wrong with stinkpot would pass. As much as I hate to admit anything good about Sabrina, it is impossible to deny the fact that she's a fighter, and a strong one at that. Sickness won't keep her down.

Baba Yaga appears unimpressed with Henry too, because her answer is snappy: "Magic, of course. Did you think that I was giving her a check-up for chicken pox?"

That doesn't surprise me. Everyone knows that Grimm has a magic intolerance problem, but this won't be a hindrance on our plans to kick Mirror's sorry butt, right? When Sabrina says that a piece from the magic mirrors cut her and currently resides in her, I let myself frown for a fraction of a minute before catching myself.

Sabrina tries to convince everyone that she's going to be just fine, and I while I want to agree with her, she doesn't look too great. Yeah, yeah, I always say that she looks like one of my chimp's behinds, but her physical state is apparently being compromised, and it shows. If the magic is already making her feel like she has the flu – not that I would know what that feels like – then what will be the consequence of pushing her to fight the Scarlet Hand while under magical influence?

I don't say anything out loud that would show even the possibility of me being worried about Sabrina, but when Sabrina's mom says that her eldest daughter needs to rest, I silently agree. Too bad Baba Yaga is such a party-pooper.

"Waste of time, woman," the old witch says. "She'll be dead soon."

Wait huh? Sabrina dying? No, that couldn't be right. If a giant, a crazed Red Riding-Hood, the power-hungry Oz, and more, weren't successful in ending her, then surely little magic in her wouldn't kill her...right? Of course, I had been there every time to save her sorry Grimm butt, and I always said that she was playing a dangerous game of chicken with death, but I didn't expect this. Out of all the crazy things in the magical fairy-tale world, who would have thought that magic itself would be the biggest threat to a girl who came from a lineage that lived alongside magic?

Baba Yaga corrects Daphne when she cries out in horror that her sister "could" die. She says that she will die, and that doesn't sit well with me. Well, there goes Baba Yaga's idol status. I try to offer a quick solution, the one that seems like the obvious answer.

"That's nonsense. All we have to do is get it out of her, right?" I'm praying that there's some spell that can draw that magic out of Grimm without hurting her...for the sole purpose that we need her to fight the Scarlet Hand, of course!

The old crone corrects me too, which I find very offensive. But I find my worry growing as she explains that the only way Sabrina has a chance at living is if she just goes wild with the power that came with the magic from the mirrors. Sure, I should be excited about Grimm being useful and maybe even kinda cool for once, and the description of Sabrina exploding like a bomb if she doesn't act fast should be something I want to get on video-tape, but it isn't.