Well, I didn't realize until now that we're already at chapter 10, and the end is just barely beyond our sight. Now, I'd like to address the previous two reviews.

The Fallen Author 19: I had never thought of it that way until you brought it up. To be honest, I was more worried that I'd be called out for copying Secret of the Wings.

Amande91: It would be fun to write about the two playing in the Winter Woods, but Cristov's on a bit of a tight schedule (including the day we left off, there are only five days until spring), and his character's not the kind to play when others are depending on him to get such an important job done. I am sorry to disappoint :(

Anyways, I believe we should move on to the story.

When Cristov woke up, he found that the snowstorm was still raging outside. It doesn't seem like there's any sign of it stopping, he thought to himself with worry. In fact, it didn't stop until the following morning. (There's only three days left until spring!)

As soon as day broke, Cristov (with some directions from Peri) bolted out of the house. He used every last bit of his fast-running talent as he ran full tilt towards the Keeper's Hall. Once he arrived, he found that the huge double doors, which were made entirely out of ice, were shut, so he started banging on them.

"Hold yer horses! I'm a comin'!" a voice yelled from within. Then, the door opened, revealing a very short, wizened sparrow-man hovering with his hand near the top of a cane that was twice his size. "Yes, yes, what is it?"

"I'm sorry if I seem rude," Cristov said in a rush. "But there isn't much time. You see, a plague has hit the warm seasons, infecting most of the warm fairies. I was given the task of finding a cure, but the book that listed it was chewed through by bookworms. So, I then came to Winter to track you down. But then the snowstorm hit, and I lost a whole day! Now there's only three days left until spring, and I really need that cure."

"Yumping yetis," the Keeper exclaimed. "Would you uh please slow down a bit? Here, why don't you just a come in here." He then gestured Cristov inside.

If it weren't for the fact that he was in such a rush, Cristov would've marveled at all of the piles of books, literally (well, half anyways) frozen in time. He would've also paid more attention to the giant lynx that slept nearby. But, he didn't have the time for such things.

"So," the Keeper said closing the door. "What can I uh do for ya? And slowly this time. Kapeesh?"

So, Cristov began explaining the story, about how the disease had spread from fairy to fairy, about his task, and then about the snowstorm that trapped him at Peri's house. "Now there's only three days left until spring," Cristov finished. "Please, can you help?"

"I can try," the Keeper said. "But there is uh one problem." He rubbed the back of his neck. "The whole process takes two days to cure the disease, and then about a week for everyone to recover. I'm so very sorry."

Crestfallen, Cristov said, "I guess I've failed. Spring won't be able to come on time."

"Well, might as well explain to cure the uh disease. Spring won't come at all if it isn't cured. This is what the chapter should say:

'Very rarely does a disease ever reach epidemic proportions in Pixie Hollow. But, if such a thing were to happen, there is a simple, quick solution. Even with the direst of diseases, at least one or two of the species affected tend to be immune. Those few who are immune have something in their blood that repels the infection. Once you find them, you must then use a syringe (Shows a picture of a syringe) to take a sample of their blood. Then, you take the syringe and inject the blood into any infected fairies. Within one to two days, the affected fairies should be healed. You must then give the fairies ample time to recover, as the disease most likely put a lot of strain on their bodies. A week should be long enough to recover from most diseases.'"

"Thank you Keeper," Cristov said, with a slightly disappointed tone.

"Ya can call me Dewey," the Keeper said. "That's what all my friends call me."

"Alright then, Dewey," Cristov said, cracking a weak smile. "I have to go. It was a pleasure meeting you."

"I wish I coulda done more. It's just too bad that winter fairies can't be cross-talents, having one winter and one warm talent. Then we'd be able to help bring spring to the mainland, as it'd still be just cold enough for us to do so without a melting our wings."

"Wait," Cristov said, perking up slightly. "What did you just say?"

"It'd be cold enough for us to help," the Keeper replied.

"Nono, before that."

"It's too bad that winter fairies don't have multiple talents?"

"You're a genius!" Cristov exclaimed.

"I-I don't really follow," the Keeper said, scratching his head.

"My talent is universal," Cristov explained. "I can do the jobs of the fairies who are too sick to go to the mainland! Thank you so much Dewey! Take care!"

"But that's too much…" Dewey began, but Cristov was already gone. "For one sparrow-man."

So, things are now starting to build up to the climax. I'm sad to say it, but the story is going to have to end soon. I'm sure you can probably figure out where the story is going at this point. I will not answer any story-related questions at this point, but I still welcome any and all reviews!

P.S. This chapter was actually supposed to have come out much earlier today. I, being the dumb person that I am, uploaded the document, but never added it to the story! XP