This is painfully short and horrible, and I except to wake up tonight to be chased down with pitchforks and knives. AND DON'T YOU DARE SAY I TOLD YOU SO IGNITE!

I watched in horror as a white bird, a beautiful one indeed, hipped out of the dark waters.

I wished that I could have moved, or attacked, or done SOMETHING to prevent that witch from transforming my sister.

But it was too much. My love life, a swan for a sister, Raina and Stone's troubles, our quest, my parents murderers, and everything else.

But what way WAY too much was the swan opening its mouth and saying, "I can't look that bad, can I?"

I woke up,with a throbbing headache. Three faces were hovering over me. Well, a correction- two faces and one beak.

Seeing that was almost enough for me to faint again. But as I said, ALMOST.

I shook my head to clear of the drowsy haze. I hiccupped.

"Winter?" I heard a voice ask, but in the haze, it sounded like something completely different.

"Huh?" I groaned, lifting my head.

"Winter?" It was clearer now.

"Yes? Cal-Calder?" I groaned, blinking my eyes feverently to clear the whiteness.

"Get up and dresed, we need to save your sister." Calder sighed.

Suddenly, it all came flooding back.

"Right!" I declared, more awake now.

"Wait, what do you mean, get dressed?" I exclaimed and lloked down to see my formerly beautiful dress in tatters.

"Ugh.." I groaned.

"I'll do that, you go!" I exclaimed.

I pushed Calder away. "Okay." He said, taking a seemingly silent Chet and Aednat the Swan with him.

I sat down on the ground feeling the dirt sting at the new cuts in my feet. Life was a freakin' mess.

What had the spell been?

I closed my eyes an recalled.

It was hazy though.

"At dawn, you'll turn into a creature of flight,

And so shall you be, until comes night,

When it comes you'll be in your former spawn,

Until comes again the break of morning dawn,

When you are your former self,

You cannot speak, or show yourself,

And so the curse will go, to revenge my vain,

And you will suffer in horrible pain,

This shall be, unless you dare,

To gain a piece of unicorn hair,

Then place it in a boiling heap,

Of gold from inside a dragon's keep,

And mix it with a special load,

Of mushroom, a home to a special toad,

When all of this is done you'll say,

'make these feathers go away!'

But if not done within two days,

The curse put on you shall not fade."

I had to find a unicorn hair, gold form a dragon's hoard, and a mushroom. Hmmmm….

This wasn't going to be easy.

I thought as I began to repair my dress. Where could I find a unicorn hair?

Feel free to attack me.