Estefania's P.O.V.

"Mama!" I exclaimed while catching her fall. I gently set her on the ground and ran around her to see what had happened. At the sight, I let out a cry and quickly covered my mouth right after. There was an arrow. And black sand. And pain. Everywhere.

My legs could no longer keep my weight and I collapsed on the ground. I gently touched her wound and slowly sank into a deep depressing world of misery and despair. This was all my fault. The fight. Believing Pitch. For ever even thinking that my own mother would lie to me.

I wished everything just abut back to normal, the way everything has always been. My mama was still alive, the fight never happened, and I never had ice powers. My papa knelt down next to me as I began weeping. I rested my head on her chest as I did many times before this incident happened. Aunty Phi Phi walked toward us which made me want to cry even more. My hands traveled to her face, which was much paler than usual. I wanted to see something. Something gleaming and dazzling. Something beautiful. My mother's eyes.

Jack's P.O.V.

I saw Elsa fall. The very last time I saw those beautiful eyes gleam with a radiant blue color. The arrow tore at her flesh and pierced through. The pain in her eyes was unbearable. I stood in place, looking at the arrow in horror. Estefania moved around her and observed her body. She let out a cry of grief. That was what brought me back to reality. All of this time we spent together. Even when we were just friends.

Flashback

Elsa: Jack get down from there! People might see you!

Me: Come on! Have a little fun in your life. Loosen up!

Elsa: What if you get hurt?

Me: Nothing will happen. You have to believe in me.

Flashback ends

That night at the beach was a night to remember. The way her hair flowed with the wind. The way her eyes sparkled like the stars in the night sky. Tears started welling in my eyes as I walked to get and knelt down next to her. My eyes began searching for something, but I didn't know what. They suddenly stopped and I knew what I was looking for. The necklace I gave her on that very special day. She still had it on.

Phoenix's P.O.V.

I have Pitch a taste of his own medicine. The only thought that kept repeating in my head was, Please hit. Please hit. The arrow Pitch was aiming at Elsa was a clear shot. But the arrow I was aiming at him was a 50/50 chance of hitting. This was the very first time I did it. And I was doing this for my sister. I released and the arrow seemed to go in almost slow motion, every single point gleaming in the darkness. It did hit and Pitch fell to the ground.

"Mama! I love you and I will never leave again. I'm sorry for what I said!" I heard Estefania cry to her mother. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she hugged her mother, my sister.

I saw them hugging, so joyous and happy despite the gloomy aura. Out of nowhere, Elsa stood in front of Estefania. The arrow. The arrow that glistened in the darkness. Similar to mine. Yet completely different. It pierced through her skin and I saw her eyes. Looking straight at me.

She hit the ground hard. It took a little bit to zone back in. I imagined myself in Pompeii. When people feared me for destroying the place. When I first got my wings. When I was sent away for Elsa's protection. Everyone thought I was a monster.

Estefania's cry brought me back to reality. Not long after, I saw Jack walking toward her. I wanted to forgive myself for all that I did to her. The trouble she must have gone through just to save me from Pitch. She risked her life for me.

I slowly stepped forward and her details became clearer. The arrow was slowly dissolving into her body, making it black. I couldn't stand this sight. Tears starting welling up in my eyes. My sister died right in front of me. The sand continued to spread around her body and licked at her face. Then it stopped.

Then I understood. Even in the situation she was in, her spirit and light were still in there. She was doing the best she could to fight off the darkness taking over her. I remembered reading somewhere that if a dark figure were to kill a creature of light and happiness and were to die themselves, that creature of darkness could fully control the creature of light or even take his or her powers. Elsa was trying to fight off the evil. And we had to help her.