Myra's POV
I lay on my cold, lumpy bed waiting. When would Winter come? Would we be able to help her save the world or just be a burden? I guess it doesn't matter. This would be fun no matter what.
"Myra," Lily called from across the room "Are you awake?"
I flicked on the light to show her that I was. "What is it?" I questioned my older sister.
"When will she come?" Lily asked tentatively.
"I don't know," I responded just as something big and icy crashed through the window. A shimmering wing peeked out of a mound of snow. "Winter?" I whispered. She groaned and lifted herself out of the snow.
"We'll leave at midnight," She grumbled, smoothing her dark brown hair.
