Just a note, to make up for the short chapters, I'm going to try to post the rest of the story within the next few days. To be honest, it's getting really fun to write, and hopefully I'll be able to post a few chapters every day. Thanks for reading, and like just about everyone else has said, reviews are appreciated! I do appreciate constructive criticism. Thanks for reading this huge monologue, and enjoy the story.
P.S. I tried to put a bit of humor in this chapter. Tried.
Vienne couldn't believe it. This was Finn. It had to be. The boy they found only looked fourteen, and there was something in his eye that showed something wasn't right… but this was him. He had the same hat his mother told Vienne about, the same shirt and pants, the same metal arm. Vienne and Susan followed Finn towards the largest mountain, and Finn kept looking behind him, as though to check if they were still following. Susan ran ahead of Vienne and walked next to Finn.
"Why do you wear that hat?" she asked.
"Because I like to,' Finn replied.
"Why do you like to?"
"It's my favorite."
"Why are you wearing a hook?"
"That's my arm."
"But it's metal! Doesn't it hurt?"
"No."
"But it's all gross and oozing-"
"It's just something I gotta wear, okay?"
"Okay…. Do you live here?"
"Yes."
"In the snow? All the time?!"
"Yup."
"But why are you barefoot?"
"Because I don't have shoes,"
"Aren't your feet cold?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because I'm used to it."
"How'd you get used to it?"
"I live in it for a long time."
"Do you want shoes?"
"Not really."
"But you look cold! You're all blue!"
Finn stopped. "I'm… what?"
Susan and Vienne stopped walking too. "Blue. Your skin looks blue."
Finn looked down at his hand, an expression of horror faint on his face. "I-I'm blue… oh glob, why didn't I listen to her?" Fin sat in the snow and stared at his hand.
"Listen to who?" Susan said, her voice softer as she crouched next to him.
Finn didn't seem to hear her. "No, she warned me. She told me it was dangerous, and I didn't…" His eyes closed in grief. "Now she's dead, and I'm already starting to forget…" a single tear rolled down Finn's slightly pale-blue face.
Suddenly, howling could be heard behind them. Finn jumped, like he had woken up suddenly, and jumped to his feet. "Let's keep moving," He said. "We're almost there."
Susan stood up, looking confused, but walked next to Vienne as Finn led them to the massive blue mountain.
"So, you guys can fly, right?" Finn said, looking at them expectantly.
"I- wait, what?!" Vienne looked at him in disbelief, and Finn laughed.
"Kidding! Come on, there's a stairway over here."
Vienne exchanged a look with Susan, wondering about his sudden change in attitude, then they followed Finn to the stairway, which was a tall, clear, shinning staircase made entirely out of ice. It stretched far up into the mountain, so high Vienne wondered if Susan could make it.
"It's not as high as it looks," Finn said, smiling. "You'll barely have to… well, you'll see." He bowed to Vienne. "You can go first."
Vienne looked at Finn nervously, then at the first step. He touched it lightly, then stood on it, with both feet on the step, then gasped as he was hurled up into the air.
"Vienne!" Susan cried as he flew up. Then it was over.
Vienne landed lightly on a pile of pillows, and, looking around, realized he was at the top of the mountain. He had flown to the top of the mountain. Laughing, Vienne called down to his sister, "Come on up, Susan! It's all right!"
A moment later, he heard, "one, two…. Three!" and his sister landed next to him in the fluffy pillows. "Whoa," she said, eyes wide.
A moment later, Finn plopped next to them. He grinned. "So you CAN fly, huh? Way to keep a secret from me," all three of them laughed, and Finn led them to a door made entirely out of ice.
"So, uh, here's my home," Finn said hesitantly, and he slowly opened the door.