Wow, final chapter. I'm considering a sequel, if enough people review this one. I already do have a few ideas.
I hope the ending is dramatic enough for you, I tried to make it so there could be more to the story, or it could be finished here. Anyway, I hope you liked it!
Vienne looked out at the Frozen Mountains. The peaks were shining too brightly, glistening with water as they shrunk. The snow looked tired and clumpy, even though it was far away to the ground below, and Vienne knew the mountains were melting. And, once they melted enough, they would collapse.
With Vienne, Susan, and Finn still inside.
"This can't be happening," He heard Finn muttering. "The ice never melts… Not before…" Vienne turned around, and Finn was looking at the crown, which was resting on the Pile of Lost Things again.
Vienne grimaced. "Finn, do you mean the mountains will melt until you…?"
"I think so," Finn's eyes widened, and he looked out the window again. "But... I don't want to do it again. No… there has to be a way for us to get out."
"What do you guys mean?" Susan cut in. "The ice can't just melt, can it?"
"Finn, what can we do?" Vienne asked, growing nervous.
Finn had closed his eyes. "The mountains are so close together… if they start to melt, we'll be crushed," he opened them and looked at Vienne. "There's only one thing we can do."
"No…" Susan whispered, catching on.
"Finn, we can't leave without you…" Vienne began to plead.
"Vienne, we know there's only one thing we can do," Finn repeated. "I don't want to… it's been great seeing you, but…" he smiled slightly. "I guess all good things really must come to an end."
"Finn…" Vienne looked Finn in the eyes, and though he didn't like it, he knew what they all must do. "Susan, hold my hand," he said solemnly.
"What? Why?" Susan asked, grabbing his outstretched hand lightly.
Vienne looked back at Finn, and both brothers, once so distant, at once understood. Vienne could hardly remember Finn, and vice versa, but there was something about the moment that brought them for once to equals. Vienne clutched Susan's hand tightly, and backed away toward the large, open window. Finn backed towards the table simultaneously until he was directly in front of it.
"Goodbye, brother," Vienne whispered, then he leaped out of the window, pulling Susan along.
Brother and sister were almost flying down the side of the mountain, the melting ice forming a waterslide that let them move swiftly. Vienne pulled Susan close to his side, so they slid together. He felt Susan squirming and trying to look up at the window where Finn was, but he knew they didn't have much time. The mountain was already starting to dry as it froze again, and Vienne could just hear a shriek of laughter over the rush of wind in his ears. Finally, he landed on the half melted snow with Susan, and yanked her to her feet so she could run with him. The closely formed mountains made running difficult, but the horrible need to get out before something bad was powerful in Vienne's mind, and it helped him to focus.
Vienne felt the snow growing deeper and thicker underfoot, and Susan wasn't running as quickly as she could. He looked at Susan for just a moment and saw her looking at the highest mountain where Finn was. Dark thunderclouds were forming over its peak, and thunder followed each small bolt of lightning. Vienne, seeing a blue flash reflected on the snow, figured the light was reflecting off the blue ice.
Vienne yanked Susan's arm gently. "Susan! You have to run!" he shouted over the thunder.
"NO! Finn's up in the storm!" Susan shouted back.
"He isn't!" Vienne started to run out of breath. He didn't want Susan to know that Finn had probably created the storm. "Susan, I guarantee the storm is not hurting Finn!"
"You're just saying that to get me to run!" Susan slowed down even more, and Vienne's mind raced. The mountains were getting bigger, and soon they wouldn't be able to get out. The snow was also getting deeper and thicker, and the forest wasn't too far away. If Susan never started running, they were doomed to be crushed or killed by something else.
"Susan, you know I can't lie to you," Vienne said truthfully. "Whatever happens up there, the stormcannot hurt Finn,"
She looked at him, and knew he was telling the truth, and though Vienne could see in her eyes she suspected there was more, there was no time to wait any longer. Susan picked up speed suddenly, running and the top range of her skill, with Vienne dashing just behind her. Susan was always faster than anyone at running, and kept her lead with ease. Unfortunately, a peak of ice suddenly jutted up out of the ground. Vienne could dodge it, but Susan was too close, and stopped. Vienne turned to the left and grabbed her arm, yanking Susan into a run again.
Finally, Vienne and Susan ceased to feel the difficult resistance of running through snow. Vienne kept Susan running in case the range was spreading, and then flopped down into the grass with her. Susan was exhausted, and breathing heavily, so she couldn't hear what Vienne could. He sat up and saw the entire sky above the Frozen Mountains filled with black clouds, and blue bolts of lightning were leaping from cloud to cloud. Vienne's eyes widened at the sight of blue lightning, knowing for sure that Finn was creating in somehow. Vienne curled up into a ball and rested his head on his arms, which were wrapped around his knees.
"I didn't know it was so powerful," he breathed.
Susan's voice came up weakly beside him. "Vienne? Are we gonna go back and see Finn again?"
Vienne sighed. "I don't know… I guess he'll have to find us."
"Oh," he saw Susan sit up next to him and look at the clouds. "Will he find us?"
Vienne rested his head on his arms again. "Susan…"
She turned back to him, and he saw the same understanding look in her eyes that Finn had shown. "Vienne…" She leaned forward and hugged him, and Vienne hugged her, feeling closer to his sweet little sister than he ever had before.
"Come on," he whispered gently. "It's time we went home."
Vienne took Susan's hand and they began to walk, going in the opposite direction of the Frozen Mountains. Vienne stole one last glance at the storms whirling above the snowy peaks, peaks that were growing quickly, and made one last promise to himself.
"I will find you again, brother. And this time, I won't let you go crazy."