Hello Peoples! (I Know that's bad grammar, but it's fun!)

So, I hope you like this chapter, It's by Jessamyn (me)

It's got a intsy bitsy bit of humor, but a lot of sad things.

If you are sensitive, you might cry. I wrote it, and then read it, and cried.

I am VERY sensitive. Review replies are at the end.

I thudded the ground with my fancy boots, making my braid bounce up and down vigorously. I huffed, tears blurring my vision.

Why? What was wrong with sweet, loving, innocent Calder?

I sighed between my huffing.

"Winter!"

"Winter!"

"Win-"

The sudden cut-off to my sister's yell sent chills up my spine, and I stopped suddenly.

Was she hurt?

Was she dead?

Kidnapped?

Killed?

I turned and ran back.

Though she wasn't my sister.

"Aeddie!"

"Aednat!"

I yelled, with no response.

"Please respond, even though you aren't my sister anymore!" I yelled.

I ran, and ran, to be met with a dark figure lying on the ground without any movement.

I ran towards her, my knees weak.

"Aednat!"

She was lying still. Her warped dress was crumpled around her legs. Her leg was splayed out with a bright sangiune wound covering it. Her head was propped on a sharp rock, and a deep gash was buried into her temples.

"No!" I gasped, watching my sister's quivering chest.

"Aednat!" I yelled and grabbed her, heaving her unto my shoulders.

"Don't worry, I'll get you there it time! Even if you're not my sister!" I slurred my words, and tears blurred my vicion.

"Calder! Chet! Anyone! HELP ME!"

I yelled, jumping around the knurled tree roots and rocks blocking my path, towards the camp.

Blood from her head and foot smeared all over my dress, making it look like I'd been part of an orge fight.

My hair frizzed in an odd disarray.

My eyes, normally a gorgeous blue, were stained with a fresh greenish tint.

"Calder! Chet!" I repeated, To be met by a stale noise known widely, as silence.

"Chet! Calde-" I cried, choking on my words.\It was a painful ordeal to my heart, the blood wrenching in and out of it, my breath ragged and uneven, and it pumped vigorously, trying to cure me of my sorry state.

"Chet!-" I gasped.

"Winter?" He yelled back.

"Chet! Help! It's Aednat! She's- hurt!" I explained in a flurry of uncoherritive words.

"Aedat's hurt?!" He exclaimed, and I finally saw a sign of him.

He emerged from the bushes, having changed clothes, his brown tweed shirt was smeared with fresh smudges of mud, with with dark brown vest covering most of the dirt. His gray tweed trousers weren't doing any better, arrayed with rips and holes near th bottom.

His windblown hair was swept to one side, a wind howling by, picking it up again and arranging it in the way it wished.

"Give her to me!" He said hurriedly, heaving Aednat from my arms, and running towards the camp. I went ahead, Chet lagging behind with the obvious extra weight. I fought to keep the feeble fire Aednat had struck before.

I spread a blanket on the ground near it.

"Lay her down here!" I instructed, watching him carry my not anymore sister.

I tried to make her feel better.

"Aednat, you'll be okay!" I cried.

"You'll be fine!" I gasped, tears running down my cheeks.

"You'll be just fine.." I muttered.

"She will. Don't worry." Chet sighed, ripped off his vest and ripping it to shreds.

"What are you doing?!" I asked.

"Making bandages." He responded, sending some wind to fly over Aednat's wounds, cooling them off.

"Wrap these, and I'll get some wax to stick it together!" Chet instructed, shoving the tweed strips to me, and I dried Aednat's wounds with my bloodied dress, and wrapped the bandages tightly.

Chet ran towards us, slathering the hot wax on the edge of the bandage, heling it stick.

"You'll be fine!" I told my unconscious not-sister as I grabbed a piece of cloth, fanning her with it.

"What happened? Calder asked, making a sudden and dramatic entrance.

"Aednat's hurt! Give me the water!" I yelled, grabbing the canteen from his hands and pouring it down my now- sister's throat.

"I'm sorry Aednat! You're my sister now! Stop torturing me!" I whispered, tears falling again.

I held her head in my lap.

"Winter?" Her weak voice muttered.

"Aednat!" I exclaimed. She was okay!

"I love you Winter…. And I always will." Aednat continued, and her ragged breathing faded, her chest grew still, and her cheery emerald orbs faded out.

"NO!" I yelled.

"No! You can't do this to me!" I yelled, tears streaming down my cheeks like the intercepts from a small waterfall.

My heart pretty much stopped, it was bouncing between beating as fast a vortex's swirls and being as still as Aednat's.

My cheeks were flushing, my entire body felt like someone was piercing me with thousands of thousands of needles.

It couldn't be!

She was the last actual family I had left!

It couldn't be!

It was all my fault!

I was the one who showed her the Fountain of the dead1

I was the one who had her chase me1

I was the one who didn't come sooner!

I was the one who didn't care for her safety!

It was ALL, ALL, ALL, ALL, AND ALL, MY FAULT!

My tears dried out, I didn't have anymore.

My heart felt like it was made of Ice.

I was the one that deserved to die.

Not her.

Not that wonderful girl.

Not that great sister.

That girl was gone.

And it was all my fault.

I omitted one last tear, and it was the color of snow, bright and whitish. It fell on Aednat's cheek, and rolled down.

I watched it roll, down, and down, and down, down to her wound. It hit the crimson center.

Chet, Calder and I stared.

The white burst into a magnificent array of wisps and snowflakes, bursting like a firework.

(Imagine the Eugene comes back to life scene in Tangled, and if you haven't seen it, search it up. It's pretty much the same, but white instead of gold)

I felt like I was floating, and when I glanced down, I was.

I was hovering a few feet above the ground, and a magnificent wind enveloped me, whisking around my arms and making my sleeves disappear. They were replaced with a net, see through, with icicles, dripping, frozen from the arms.

It whisked around my top, making it into an elegant dress, seemingly made of ice. I gasped as I landed.

"Your true potential!" Chet cried, hugging me.

"And look! You powers are beyond Elsa's!" He laughed, gesturing to Aednat, totally healed, and shifting about in a sleep, it seemed.

"I- don't know what to say." I faltered.

"You don't need to." Calder said quietly, appearing by my side suddenly.

"You don't"

Thanks for reading! Here are some replies:

ElsaAnnaSnowQueen: Thanks for being so understanding! I wanted to know, how do I join the Review Revolution?

readingisdabest: Thanks, right back at ya!

GeekyGirl0629: Maybe she can not be her sister. In a world of magic, people can be things they're not, and be things they are, but they already are things they are... this is confusing. *drop topic* Thanks!