Disclaimer:

I do not own nor do I claim to own any of the media used within my trailer, I am only using it for creative expression. All materials belong to their respective owners. I do not own 'Until Dawn' or its characters and plot; all of that belong to Supermassive Games and Sony Entertainment. I only claim to own my OC's and half of the plot.

A/N: Sorry about the confusion, this is a new version because the old one didn't flow right with the story and the previous version you may have read is now Chapter Two with a lot of new content added to it.

All of the Native American tales, traditions and information are based off of truth. I am half-Native American and my Nana is full. When I told her I was writing a story with Wendigo's or as they spell it 'Windigo' she was excited and started to tell me everything she knew from origins, names and all that fun stuff. That is also why this is such a different chapter than the other one originally posted. She used to tell me and my brother these stories if we were being bad.

If any of you are going to be writing an 'Until Dawn' story I would be happy to answer any questions you have about Wendigo's and their origins. :)

PROLOGUE ~ THE SOULS OF BLUE BUTTERFLIES

By: Neurotic-GinjahNinjah

Someone wise once told her that death was easy, quick and that it was quiet.

She was told that it came to take those close to death quickly like the wind and left, leaving those behind to deal with the pain of loss like rain eroding away sturdy dirt.

But in her case...death was going to be anything but silent.

Staring into the soulless eyes of a creature that I only thought belonged to the stories that my Great-Grandmother, Wapun or Dawn as her American name was translated to; told Jenna and her older sister, Helen as children to keep them in line.

She told them tales of fear and sin.

The Wendigo, the creature which's name literally translated to an "evil spirit that devours mankind."

Her Great Nana told me that they were Ice-Cannibals, they were things of nightmarish appearance that in Algonquian and Chippewa legends were once people who had committed sins, especially of the flesh such as selfish desires, gluttony or cannibalism. They turned into creatures of darkness as punishment for turning away from The Great Spirit.

Skeletal creatures of skin and ice. The human they used to be still frozen inside the demon were its hear should be. According to Nana humans could be successfully rescued from the heart of a Wendigo, but usually once that person was possessed by the Wendigo spirit their only choice was death for freedom.

None of this mattered to her as Charlotte and Lydia were safe with the group.

Jenna could fulfill two promises, one to Beth and one to the Butterfly Woman, Sooleawa.

Both had helped her so much since falling into this universe.

Each spirit that attached themselves to Jenna, giving her strange abilities deserved freedom.

That much was decided when Jenna first saw Beth's spirit standing still in this world instead of moving on.

She could save Hannah...

She could give a brother his sister saving him from insanity.

A sister her brother, delivering her from starvation and pain.

Another, final rest to a peaceful place.

Another, to be reunited after centuries.

Hannah deserved freedom, every Wendigo here did.

Who was The Great Spirit to decide that they were evil.

Those who were abandoned, those who starved, those who bore the cold...They don't deserve punishment for trying to cure pain.

Twirling the pure silver blade, Abimi in her bloody hand, its unblemished beauty glinting in the snowy moonlight, polished even after centuries.

Her decision was made and the dice were cast.

She could feel the terrible pain. Hannah' s hollow, blind eyes stared into her, there was hunger for flesh but there was regret and pain. She was still in there, if she wasn't she never would've recognized Josh. Hannah held on.

Jenna moved forward causing Hannah to shriek and begin to stalk toward her.

Jenna's hand shook around the hilt of Abimi as Hannah neared.

Jenna slowly closed her eyes, tears mixing with the dirt and the blood.

Hearing Hannah's clawed feet nearing her, Jenna opened her hazel eyes and felt one set of withered hands gently grasp her hand and another younger set cling to her upper arm on the other side. Knowing who it was she gave a gentle smile and looked to the left seeing the transparent, dirty and bloody spirit of Beth with tears streaming down her face who gave her a stern nod and then looked to the other side seeing the elderly Sooleawa whom also gave her a nod.

Jenna nodded steadily back and the spirits fazed back to a distant tree watching on.

Hannah was now a few feet in front of her .

Jenna took deep breath.

Hannah darted forward and Jenna ran to meet her, Abimi tightly clenched in her fist.

Ducking down clumsily as Hannah's claws swept over her head, she kicked Hannah's feet out from under her, startling the Wendigo.

Taking her chance, Jenna arched her arm, slamming her weapon into Hannah's heart.

Hannah gave a guttural shriek.

And then ice began to creak and crunch around the Wendigo.

In a flash of beautifully, blinding blue, came thousands of glowing, glorious blue butterflies from deep within the Wendigo's chest.

Watching the butterflies swirl and twinkle in the moonlights beams, Jenna smiled as tears cascaded down her cheeks.

This, this is how it is suppose to end...right?

Looking up at the moon she remembered how it all started.

Just that one video game and experiment could lead to this.

Saving people.

Finding Love.

Reuniting loved ones.

Finding herself.

A/N: So everyone here is Chapter One. I will be trying to update very frequently most likely twice a week maybe more. Tell me what you think. I hope you all enjoy it.

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-Neurotic-GinjahNinjah out!