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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry it's been so long since the last update. I'm thinking of abandoning this fic. Please review if you'd like it to continue. ARRRRRGGGGG! Sorry that it posted a blank the first time. My computer hates me, and the feeling is mutual.
Of Fire, Wind, and Ice: Chapter Three
Phoebe was cold, or at least she would have been had she not been wearing a literal plethora of pink wooly hats. She looked happily at her mittens, also made out of pink wool. She flapped her fingers in front of her face. Where was she again?
"You're in the Antarctic," a voice said to her. "This is a trial." Phoebe looked around for the source of the voice.
Kit the cat floated near her head. "You have chosen me," the deceased kitty literally purred, "as your spirit guide during this trial. I will guide you through the horrors to come, and help you find the answer to the question that has sent you here."
Phoebe looked at the cat. "Why you?" Phoebe asked.
"Your subconscious is not somewhere I want to go," Kit replied. "Now you must walk."
Phoebe, completely surrounded by snow and ice, walked on, her nose frozen, but her ears quite warm underneath the hat. She stumbled and fell and was hit by a vision.
Only with three can there be four, a voice in her head said.
Kit pulled a pink wooly hat off of Phoebe's head and began unraveling it, playing with the yarn.
The trials had only just begun.