Third Person POV;

Daphne looked down at her attire, and felt giddy at what she saw. She was dressed in an elaborate, fancifully etiquette dress. The dress was mint green shade and reached far past her knees, reaching the ground. She conspicuously slipped her palm into her mouth. At least she was in a story with a princess in it.

An older man; also dressed in fancy clothes, joined Daphne, "Darling, why don't you go outside for a little while your mother and I converse."

She looked at him weirdly, "Uh, sure…Dad?"

She awkwardly shifted out of the golden chair she was sitting in and opened the doors to the palace leading outdoors. Once she had a view of the landscape, her eyes rested on a fountain in the middle of the scenery. Finding there was nowhere else to sit, Daphne looked around before sitting on the edge of the fountain.

"Finally. I've been waiting for you," mused a voice behind her.

Daphne felt relief wash over her, Mustardseed was with her! She happily turned around and expected to see his tall frame obscure her vision. Her face dropped when she didn't see it.

"Down here," said the voice again, sounding exasperated.

She looked down and saw a... frog? The frog had a proportioned head of honey blond hair and familiar, icy blue eyes.

She burst out laughing. "You're the frog!" she choked out.

Mustardseed's frog rolled his eyes, "I didn't notice. Now, would you please change me back into a human."

Daphne heart beat increased ten-fold and her eyes widened. Isn't the princess supposed to kiss the frog to turn into a prince?

She shared her thoughts, "Don't I have to kiss you?"

He looked at her disbelievingly, "You've never read the Frog Prince, have you?"

"I didn't need to, I saw the movie."

The corner of Mustardseed's mouth twitched, "The movie's wrong. You have to… throw me against a wall."

"I have to..." Daphne tried to contain her laughter but failed, "I have to throw you against a wall?"

His grin was displayed on the frog's face, "Yes, but kisses are also much appreciated."

Daphne abruptly turned her head away to hide her blush and small smile playing at the sides of her lips, but gathered herself quickly.

She silently held out her palm and waited for Mustardseed to climb on, "This might hurt."

She slung back her arm and threw Mustardseed's frog as hard as she could… onto the ground.

"Throw me at the wall, I say. She throws me at the ground."

Daphne winced rushed over to him, "I'm sorry! I have bad aim..."

Mustardseed's voice showed amusement, "It's alright. Maybe you should stand closer to the wall."

She just nodded and repeated her action from earlier.

Right after the frog's head and entire body came in contact with the wall, the frog transformed into Mustardseed.

"Are you okay?" Daphne winced, fighting off the urge to laugh.

He cracked his neck, "I'm fine."

Mustardseed stood up and looked around for a moment, "We need to find the door to the other story."

Daphne rolled my eyes, "It's behind you."

He looked behind him and saw none other than the door leading to the other story. Mustardseed gestured for Daphne to follow him and passed through the door. When both of them came to their senses, they found themselves in the editor's library.

"Well, you two don't belong in here," admitted the editor, stepping out of the shadows and into view. He was stroking a large reviser in his arms.

Daphne sighed in relief, "Finally! We need you to get us out of this book."

He smiled ruefully, "I'm afraid I can't do anything. You two haven't made any changes to the story; you're going to have to go through the book; story by story until you get to the end."

"But I've been here before! With Puck and Sabrina!"

The editor seemed unfazed, "This is an entirely different situation. Last time, there was also a criminal running amuck in this book. I'm not going to be able to help you."

Mustardseed held his hand up, "Listen. There's got to be something that you-" The editor interrupted, not listening, and ushered the both of them into the next story with warning.

Daphne looked down for the second time, this time she was dressed in a man's pair of short blue jeans rolled up at the bottom. Her shirt was a brown and blue flannel top that looked like it belonged to someone more masculine.

I definitely like the first outfit better.

She shifted awkwardly; her new seat wasn't very comfortable. Daphne finally glanced at her so called, "seat." She was placed on a large, freshly painted, pure white wall made of blocks. The wall was a solid 25 feet off the ground, maybe even more.

She uncomfortably rocked; trying to find an alternative solution. Even if she was in this story as Humpty Dumpty, she had no intention to fall off of a wall and brake into a thousand pieces. She huffed at her bad luck and narrowed her eyes.

"Mustardseed!" she yelled, looking around for any sign of him. "Mustardseed!" she tried again. She narrowed her eyes and silently face palmed herself. Daphne hated asking for help, even with Sabrina. Even from a young age, she had tried to be as independent as possible. Which is difficult when you're eight and live in a town containing evil Everafters.

She decided to try once more, "Mustardseed! I swear; if you're listening right now and not answering me, I'm going to get the Wand of Merlin when we get home and shove it up your- "

"I really hope the next word you were about to say was mouth," said an amused voice below her.

Daphne peered down to see the fairy slightly smiling beneath her and casually leaning against the very wall she was sitting on. She examined his outfit, wanting him to be dressed just as embarrassing as she was. She was quickly disappointed; his arms were crossed over his regular clothes; a pair of light washed blue jeans and a black t-shirt.

He followed her gaze, "I guess I'm not the one suffering from a wardrobe malfunction this story."

"That's not fair! What character are you supposed to be anyway?"

He examined his clothes, "I would guess I'm one of the King's men. How fitting."

Daphne rolled her eyes, "Yeah, yeah… Can you help me off of this wall?"

Mustardseed smirked at her and unfurled his wings. He flew up to the top of the wall and sat down next to her. "Maybe we should stay here. What a beautiful view," he sarcastically mused.

Daphne punched his shoulder, "Just get me off."

He still left part of his signature smirk on his face while grabbing Daphne around the waist and quickly setting her down on the ground.

He retracted his wings and looked around for another character of the story. He walked over to a passing by knight with Daphne at his heels.

"Excuse me; do you know where we could find the editor?" Daphne asked, before Mustardseed could talk.

"Oi, that oaf. He's off taking a break, tired from sudden visitors. Complains when outsiders don't come for seven years but then doesn't do anything when they do!" He angrily exclaimed in a heavy Scottish accent.

"That jerkazoid! He deserted us!"

Mustardseed seemed to think for a moment, "I think I know how we can get out of this story."

He briskly picked Daphne up bridal style, "Mustardseed? What are you doing?"

He didn't answer. He held her for a moment before… dropping her on the ground.

Right when Daphne sat up, a door appeared a few feet away from them.

Daphne glared at Mustardseed, "What's your problem?"

"You're Humpty Dumpty, you fell. Story's over."

"Why didn't you let me fall myself?"

"I thought it'd be more fun if I could drop you," he admitted, crossing his arms.

Daphne rolled her eyes and they both took their time walking to and through the door.

Daphne's head thudded against the ground as she was brought into the next story. She quickly opened her eyes and examined her clothes. Surprisingly, they were normal; a t shirt and pair of blue jeans. And they seemed vaguely familiar, as did the setting. She could see a house that looked exactly like her own in the distance. Confused, she ran towards it.

Her suspicion was correct, standing a few feet away from the house Daphne realized this was her house. But why would her house be in the Book of Everafters?

"Oh seahorse," she muttered, slapping her palm against her forehead. She had entered the story of the modern Grimm family.