The walk back to the tent was a quiet one. Jillian was too preoccupied with processing all the new information she had been given. Robinson was busy glaring at anyone who dared to even look at them.

"All right," the pirate said. He opened the tent flap. "Stay here the rest of the night. Don't go anywhere."

Jillian wrinkled her nose. "Why do I have to listen to you?"

"Do you even have to ask me that?" Robinson hissed. "Hansel was about to turn you in or worse! These kids are seriously messed up."

"You're one to talk. You're a pirate!" The words were out before Jillian could stop them. She saw him stiffen and glace out across the camp. The moonlight reflected off his eyes, looking silver and sad. "I-I didn't mean-," she tried to say.

"Forget it," he said quickly. "Goodnight." He turned on his heel and strode away.

Jillian wanted to reach out, to say something, but her tongue failed her. Heading into the tent, she spotted Rosie laying on his back, reading a map. "Hey," she greeted softly.

Rosie sat up, folding the map. Jillian felt a chill as she saw it was the map of the Wilds, the last place she wanted to think about right now. "So how'd it go?" he asked her.

Jillian let out a sigh and plopped on her cot. "I made a new enemy in case you want to know."

"Is it going to be a problem? Are you okay?"

She laughed, touched by his concern. "No, I don't think so. Robinson already scared him enough."

Rosie whistled. "Captain hardly ever gets involved with our business." He paused, thinking it over. "He must like you more than I thought."

"WHAT?!" Jillian screeched. She clapped her hand over her mouth as the other occupants of the tent woke up, their eyes glinting in annoyance. Rosie gave a tiny smile, his way of showing amusement, as she covered her face with her cloak until the others laid back down again.

Not wanting to discuss it further, Jillian tried to change the subject. "Where's Sparky?" she asked, noticing his empty cot for the first time.

Now it was Rosie who looked like he wanted to change the subject. "I don't know."

Jillian eyed him curiously. "I thought he wanted to sleep. He said he was tired."

Rosie shrugged and looked away. To continue a conversation, she recounted what Hansel had said to her. She didn't bother to keep the annoyance out of her voice.

Rosie let out a long stream of air out his nose. "Even through its been a few years since I...woke up, I end up finding out how much the world has changed, even in small instances."

"What do you mean?"

"Magic was a lot less taboo, even in my small village. People would meet witches and sorcerers to ask for healing or protection. Sometimes, one would take resitence in a town as a guardian of sorts."

Jillian had never heard of such a thing. Magical folk living righ out in the open? Even before King Palumer's crusade, they had always lurked around the shadows, never revealing themselves. Kit had been the first one she had ever met. "Why did they all go into hiding?" she asked.

"The Snow Queen," Rosie said simply. "I heard from travelers that while her first battle with Grimm had magical folk against normal soldiers, there were several magical people that did not fight. They remained in their villages, but a stimga againt them all spread throughout many kingdoms. They eventually trickled into the shadows."

With a fustrated sign, Jillian flopped down on her cot. "I Just wish things could go back to the way they were."

"Well, from what you told me, that's exactly what the Snow Queen wants to achieve."

By the time Jillian woke up the next morning, Sparky had returned. He acted normally but would not mention where he had gone the previous night. She considered telling Robinson but decided against it. Sparky could handle it himself. Who was she to interfere?

Breakfast in the encampment was located around the large circular bonfire. Kids and teens were grouped in small patches all around it, eating and talking. Jillian, Sparky, and Rosie met up with the others, who were sitting distanced from everyone else.

"I think I figured Gretel out," Robinson said when he saw them. "And she's not getting away with it either."

"Well good morning to you too, Sunshine," Jillian replied, plopping onto the dewey grass. "I just woke up, can your theories wait?"

He gritted his teeth. "They're not theories. I have information that we may be in trouble."

Sparky laughed, slapping Robinson on the back. "We're fine here! Calm down."

"I am calm."

"Captain always believes there's a catch to everything," Sparky explained to Jillian.

"Its true!" Robinson protested. "And I call it cautious."

"Its pronounced paranoid."

Jillian was about to ask what he was so concerned about when a figure approached their group. It was Hansel. He fidgeted nervously as Robinson gave him a death glare. "What do you want?"

"Jillian wanted to meet her brother," Hansel said, eyes flitting around the group. He fliched when he focused on Boulder, but turned his attention back to Jillian.

She scrambled to her feet, her throat feeling tight. "Now..we go now?" She winced as that wasn't a coherent sentence.

"Yes," Hansel grunted. "Come on." He began walking away, not bothering to see if she was following.

"See you guys later!" Jillian broke into a little jog to catch up with the other boy. "So," she said, panting slightly. "'Did you tell my brother who I am? What's his name?"

"You talk too much."

Embarrassed, Jillian silenced herself. She mind whirling with the idea of actually seeing the person she was trying to find all these months.

Hansel let her to a tent a good distance away from her crew. "He's in here." His mouth twitched, as if he was trying not to laugh. "Good luck."

Jillian was then alone. Taking a deep breath, she pulled back the tent flap and walked in. It was dark and stuffy. Not much light was comong through, leaving her to squint. Jillian nearly jumped out of her skin as a lone figure was sitting quietly at the end of a cot, watching her.

"Um hello?"

"So is it true?" the figure asked. He came ove to her and Jillian could see his violet eyes glowing dimly. His face came into view and Jillian stared, trying to take it all in. His brown hair was wild and framed his face, which had angles harsher than hers. He was thin and stood a few inches taller than her, but shorter than Rosie. He looked exactly like she had seen in her vision. "Are you my sister?"

"I'm Jillian," she said, not taking her eyes off him for a second, hardly believing this moment was here.

"Jackson," he said. "Or Jack, if you're lazy."

She gave a small laugh, then the name sounded familiar to her. "Jack...are you the Giant Slayer-."

She cut herself off as her brother's eyes darkened. "Who told you?"

"Hansel," she said immediately, feeling scared.

"What else did he say?" he demanded, stepping closer.

"Nothing!"

"What did you tell him?"

Jillian scrambled to answer quickly. "Nothing, not really. I accidentally used my magic-." She was silenced as he clapped a hand over her mouth and pulled her away from the tent opening.

His eyes were wide. "Y-you have it too?" Uncovering her mouth, he held his hand out and a swirl of silver magic danced across his palm.

"Yes," she continued. her excitement rising. "But we have to move fast. Hansel already knows about us but promised to keep quiet."

Jackson froze. "Us?" he repeated. "Did you tell him that I have magic?" His voice didn't raise in volume but got darker and more dangerous.

"I told him I assumed but wasn't sure! We were planning on leaving as soon as we found you and-."

Jackson shook his head. "You don't get it. Hansel tells Gretel everything. They will never let us leave now."