Phoenix's P.O.V.

"Estefania, try healing her," I suggested. We needed Elsa to be with us and the it wouldn't take long until the moon was right above us. She lifted her head from her mother's chest and looked at me, wide eyed, her face soaked with tears. It was almost as if she had no idea what I was talking about.

"I don't know how," she replied helplessly. She lowered her head in defeat. I slightly lowered mine too when I got an idea. It wasn't a pretty one. But I was willing to risk my life for my sister.

"Then heal me."

"Phoenix," Jack started.

I focused my energy so that the damage wouldn't be too heavy. I formed a ball with my hands a blasted my dark magic to myself. I fell to the ground and examined my wound. It wasn't a very deep mark; it was black and took on a roundish form. It hurt so much tears forced their way into my eyes. This was the pain Elsa had to go through to save me. The thought of her made me feel lonely and have me a sense of hopeless longing. I wanted to see her again. I wanted to apologize to her for the things I had done. But I wouldn't be able to do that until I get healed. And the process better be fast.

"Come closer," I said to Estefania. She slowly walked toward me and suddenly stopped. Her eyes widened and she let out a gasp. She started inching back. "I'm alright. But you have to make me better."

"How do I do that?" she asked. She looked absolutely clueless. I motioned her to move closer and she did. I grabbed her hands and placed them on the wound. The lightest touch and you feel like the whole world is falling on you, I swear. I winced in pain and she, reflexively, pulled her hands back.

"No, no. It's okay. Try it again," I encouraged. She slowly placed her small, cold hands on my wound and it hurt just as much as the first time. That was when IBS started kicking in.

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Ooh. I left it so suspenseful . . . Well I hoped you liked this chapter. And you'd better be happy that I'm updating at this time. I have two shows, back to back, in four days. Instead of practicing, I'm here writing my book for your entertainment. JK. I love writing these books and I would never give it up for the world. Anyway, comment below about any ideas. And hint hint: Someone, that isn't Elsa, dies . . .

MWAHAHAHAHA *cough cough* I'm getting too old for this.