She was standing against the blistering assault of white, entranced in it.

The violent wind felt poetic in a way for how she felt. Always changing direction, never forgiving to the people inhabiting it. The wind threatened to tear away her hat, so she took it off, letting her golden blond hair flow freely in the wind's torrent. She looked at the scenery from the top floor, hoping her sister would come back soon, but inwardly she assumed the worst. She quickly shut it out of her mind.

It was only a few days away from tonight that the anniversary of that event would arrive. She felt the melancholy seeping in once again. She couldn't sleep, which made her end up here. Footsteps made their way upwards, cloaked by the howling blizzard.

A girl of light blue hair opened the door to the top floor. She saw her gold-haired sister gazing blankly. Inwardly she felt irritation at her constant gloom. It happened, the blur haired sister thought it should be left at that. Quietly, she walked back downstairs to go back to sleep.

Neither was going to hold tolerance for the other much longer.

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The Fifth Day

When I woke up, I felt incredibly warm. I felt several blankets on me, all of which were familiar. Right, I brought spare blankets with me. The warmth nearly lulled me back to sleep, but I couldn't let that happen. After waging war in my mind for about 10 minutes, I got up out of bed.

I was in the tent of the camp, and a few fairies were sleeping, but most were empty sleeping bags. My my felt hazy, and I tried to recall what happened yesterday just before O feel asleep. After a good bit of recalling, I remembered I didn't fall asleep, but passed out. The war between those two threatened the camp, and I told Lyrica to try to stop them.

Daiyousei was sitting up in a sleeping bag next to me, slowly bringing herself out of sleep. I decides to ask her what happened.

"Daiyousei, are you awake?" I asked.

"Mmmmm... mhmm," she said.

"What happened last night?"

"Last night?" She said, and she had a look of shock on her face before calming down. Wow, I phrased that terribly.

"O-oh, Cirno fought against Whiterock when she tried to attack the camp. Then Lyrica broke up the fight. She talked with us about why she did the things she did."

"I see."

"Do you want me to tell you what happened?"

[ ] "Certainly"
[ ] "No thanks; I'll ask Lyrica."

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I should have changes this, but I meant within a week, not the week. The story is halfway complete at this point, so this thread will be fore the second half.