Maeve laughed, threw her head back and laughed, entrusting her body to his lead. They spun at great speeds, moving through the room full of dancers, always just a moment away from collision, always narrowly missing- and sometimes not. He'd tucked their joined hands against his heart- it didn't pay to have any bits sticking out! She clasped his shoulder with her other hand, his hand on her back, holding her securely in place.

She was laughing, sweating, anting for breath and having the time of her life, until the barn doors abruptly swung open and the fiddle players halted their tune and the dancers stilled.

"You think you can escape me, little boy?" A startlingly beautiful woman strode into the barn, confidence and anger radiating off of her like waves.

"You can't have me Rumina," Dermott said, he was just a boy, like the witch had said, but he was calm and self-possessed. He released the girl he'd been dancing with and stood in front of all that anger like a shield.

"Dermott, come here," Maeve said, protective of her little brother even though he seemed to know a lot more about what was going on than she did. But try as she might, she couldn't move to go to him, she suspected he had glued her to the ground with his magic.

"Join me, or die, you little brat!" Rumina's eyes flashed yellow; the crackling power in the room could be felt by all.

"I will not join you and you cannot kill me," Dermott simply stated, completely sure of himself.

Angry, Rumina threw her magic at him with a high-pitched scream. But instead of the bloody corpse she'd been expecting, a hawk was taking flight. Rumina threw one more half-hearted bolt after the bird before disappearing in a puff of smoke.

Long after, after everyone had fled the barn, after the torches had burnt out and all the light had faded, Maeve stood alone, her brother sat on her arm, his claws biting into her flesh. He was no longer the magical child full of power and wonder and she couldn't bare it.

"I will not rest, I swear that from this day forward I will live only to make you whole again Dermott," she wiped away an errant tear. There was no time for tears right now; she had a job to do.

Maeve laughed, threw her head back and laughed, entrusting her body to his lead. They spun at great speeds, moving through the room full of dancers, always just a moment away from collision, always narrowly missing- and sometimes not. He'd tucked their joined hands against his heart- it didn't pay to have any bits sticking out! She clasped his shoulder with her other hand, his hand on her back, holding her securely in place.

She was laughing, sweating, panting for breath and having the time of her life- she abruptly stopped stumbling out of Sinbad's arms.

"What's wrong? Did I go too fast?" Sinbad asked, reaching out to her.

"No, nothing's wrong, you didn't go too fast- I just… I have to get back to work," Maeve said, avoiding his arms and his gaze.

She rushed off, leaving him standing there all alone, rejected and confused.

She had no time for joy, she still had a job to do.