Sorry about the long wait. I'll try to start posting faster again.

Amme ran quickly through the trees in her forest home of Ahsela. She had an appointment to keep, though the person she was meeting didn't know about it.

She came to a sudden halt right in front of a tall, blond man with skin as pale and cold as ice. "Hello, Kevin!"

Kevin Lonesomhel eyed her warily. "Good day, Princess. To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"You're a what?" The Phantom shouted.

"Don't interrupt!" Amme snapped.

"Didn't you know Emily's getting married tomorrow, Kevin?" The past Amme asked, hurt. "You live in this country, after all!"

"I don't know if I'd call it 'living here.'" Kevin said wryly.

"So you're a vampire. So you're technically dead. So what? This is still your home, so you should be aware of what's happening!" She glared at him. Somehow, she still looked happy. "Do I make myself clear?"

"Absolutely." He grinned, showing scarily white teeth.

"Good." She tossed her black hair. "So, you'll be there?"

"Do I have a choice?"

Amme's white teeth flashed. They weren't as scary as Kevin's. "Not at all!"

The vampire shrugged. "Then there's your answer."

"Wonderful!" She leapt forward and kissed him on his cheek.

"Don't do that!" He pushed her away. "I've known you the day you were born!"

"So," Amme said mischievously. "You shouldn't mind! Because we can be informal with each other. Speaking of which, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Amme?"

Kevin sighed. "That isn't going to work, today, Princess, so don't even try it. No matter what you say, no matter what you do, you're still a princess."

"I'm hoping," The Phantom said suddenly. "That your home country, Ahsela, only allows men on the throne."

"No," Amme replied. "Why?"

"Do you have any living siblings?"

"No. Why?"

"Just continue with the story."

Amme shrugged. "I don't care. I don't like being called 'Princess' all the time. It makes me sound spoiled."

"How?" Kevin asked.

"It just does. Trust me on that."

"That's not a good answer." He paused dramatically. "Princess."

"Oh, stop that!" Amme laughed. Without warning, she spun around and started running again. "I have to tell Maria and Veronica!" The elf called over her shoulder.

"I though elves where supposed to be short." The Phantom remarked.

Amme glared at him. "I'm never going to get through with this if you persist on interrupting me!"

"Sorry."

"Maria!" Amme shouted. "Maria, guess what!"

The brunette elf smiled at her. "Amme, I know Emily is marrying tomorrow. You've been telling everyone for the past three weeks."

"I'm sorry," Amme leapt into a tree and lounged on a branch. "It just seems so surreal! I need to make sure this is really happening!"

"It is," Maria assured her, laughing.

Amme joined in.

"Are you marrying anyone anytime soon, Amme?" Maria asked curiously.

Amme stopped laughing instantly. "I'm never getting married. I'm going to be like Sophia!"

"You're far too young to decide anything like that, Amme. Anyways, you can't judge all men because of the actions of one."

"'Because of the actions of one?' What's that suppose to mean?"

"I swear, if you don't be quiet right now, I'll—"

"Alright, alright! Just…go on!"

"I don't care," Amme snapped jumping down from the tree. "And I don't want people to constantly tell me things like that! I just want to forget what happened!"

Maria raised one thin eyebrow. "Is that really the wisest choice, Amme?"

Instead of answering, Amme started sprinting off. "I need to tell Veronica!"

"She already knows!" Maria shouted back, amused.

Veronica seemed to be waiting. "Hello, Amme," She said. "Yes, I know Emily is getting married tomorrow. Kevin already stopped by to tell me you were reminding everyone."

Amme forced a frown. "That's not fair."

"To you, perhaps."

Her lips turned back up. "Why? I am annoying you?"

Veronica sighed. "You always do."

"Of course. Well, I should be going home now. I do that blasted finally check for the blasted bridesmaid dress."

"I know you hate dresses, Amme, but, just this once, try not to show it. It's Emily's day, don't ruin it."

"Would I do something like that?" Amme asked, offended. Her annoyance was diminished by her still smiling mouth. "I'll see you tomorrow!"

"I'll be there."

Amme ran back to the city. Emily was waiting for her. Like everyone else, expect Kevin, she was amused to see the black-haired elf so hyper.

"You can calm down, sister. You aren't the one getting married."

Laughingly, Amme reached out and tugged on one of Emily's golden curls. "Since you won't freak-out, I have to do it for both of us!"

Emily shook her head. "Let's go. We need to check your dress."

"Do we have to?"

Emily, without looking over her shoulder, said, "Yes."

"I'm confused." The Phantom said. "What does this have to do with her dying?"

"Just wait, will you? Exactly like what you told me to do with that note."

He grinned. "However did you guess?"

Amme followed her sister, saying, "Emily, how much do you think is going to change, now that you're getting married?"

"A bit, I suppose. It's not as though I'm leaving the city, but still. You might get some nieces and nephews," She added slyly.

Amme laughed. "That would be interesting! Do you think I'd make a good aunt?"

"Not really."

"I didn't think so!" She laughed again. "You'd make a fabulous mother, though."

"Thank you. Now, let's get this over with."

"Oh, come on, Emily!" Amme put on her best martyr face. "I don't want to wear a dress!"

"I'm sorry. Suck it up."

"Oh! That hurts!"

"Not that is isn't very interesting, Amme, but I'm still failing to see what's going on. So your sister got married, what does that have to do with her dying?"

"Are you done yet?" Amme asked.

"For now."

"Good. Let me continue. It started the next day…"

Amme woke up late the next morning and glanced outside. Her room only had walls on three-fourths of it, so that wasn't too hard to do.

"Amme!" Amme's father, Sidhion Eledhwen, came bursting into her room.

"Hello, Papa." Amme smiled. "What's wrong?"

"Emily's missing!"

Her smile faded. "Excuse me?"

"I know!" He tore at him blond hair. "She disappeared only three hours ago."

Amme very quickly changed behind her screen. While she got into her shirt, she asked, "Are you sure?"

"Completely. Everyone's looking for her, of course, but, Amme, if this turns out like your mother…" he couldn't finish.

"Wait," The Phantom frowned. "What happened to your mother?"

"Never mind that now!" Amme snapped. "You are, without a single doubt, the worst person to tell stories to!"

"I know," Amme finished and stepped back out. "But maybe she…just got lost?"

"Do you really believe that?" Sidhion asked.

She didn't answer. She couldn't. Instead, she sprinted out the door, down the stairs, and outside, nearly colliding with Kevin.

"There you are." He sighed. "Your father already told you what happened?"

"Yes, of course he did."

"Then you also know that you can't go looking for her."

"What?!" Amme shrieked. "She's my sister! I need to look for her! I need to, Kevin!"

"Princess," Kevin said gently. "It's too dangerous for you. We have enough—"

"Dangerous!" Amme hissed. "I've been in more dangerous situations before, and you know it! Emily's the one in danger, not me!"

A tiny black ball of fluff that turned out to be Starlight jumped onto Amme's shoulder and licked her ear.

"Anyways," Amme continued, rubbing the top of the kitten's head. "Since I am a princess, as you constantly remind me, I don't have to take any orders from you!" She glared at him and Starlight quickly followed suit.

Kevin raised both his hands. "I'm not ordering you, Princess. Your father, the king, is. I just think his decision is a wise one."

"This is my sister!" Amme exploded. "You bastard! My sister! Don't you dare tell me what you think is wise!"

"You call him a bastard too?"

"You sound far too pleased with that."

The Phantom very quickly tried to hide his smirk.

"Amme," Veronica arrived, looking sober. "Amme, we found her."

Amme ran over. "Where is she? Is she alright?"

Veronica was shaking her head. "She's being carried over. Amme, she's dying."

Kevin hid his face in his hands.

"No!" Amme gasped. "No, you're wrong!"

"Amme, she's been poisoned."

"Then heal her, damn it! You have magic!"

"It's too far along."

"No, it's not!" Amme shrieked. "No, she's not dying! She not! She's my sister! She can't die." Her voice broke.

"Come on, Amme," Veronica sighed. "Let's go. She'll want to see you."

Amme nodded and followed the other elf wordlessly. Maria's husband, Jimmy, was carrying Amme's dying sister.

"Amme!" She tried to sit up. "Amme, I…" She turned to Jimmy and gasped. "Set me down. Please."

Jimmy obeyed.

"Emily?" Amme whispered. "Emily?"

"Amme, you have to listen to me," she broke off in pain. "He's…he wants you, Amme."

"Who?" Amme wept, not really caring.

"I…don't know…his name. He…killed Mama. You re-remember that, don't…you, Amme?" Amme nodded. "He…raped…poisoned…left me. He wants to…kill you know…Amme. Amme…you have to leave. You can't…stay here. Please? Don't…let him get you…too, Amme." Emily's voice faded to a faint whisper. "Amme, I love…you…"

Her head fell back. Amme stared at the body of her beloved sister, paralyzed with shock and horror.

You know something: I wasn't actually aware spelling mistakes smelled like cow. I should pay more attention on my next vocab next. Maybe remembering that will help.

And in the next chapter, I get to introduce someone new for you to hate. Oh yippee!
This is the moment you start feeling very sorry for Erik.