❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅ — The Script, Superheroes "HELP!" I freeze at the sound of Plover's scream. Farrah and I scramble out of the cave we were clearing of debri and dirty snow, our eyes scanning the rocky escarpment below the plateau. "Where is she?" Another cry, weaker this time. "There!" I spot a silvery flash sliding down the mountain. Eider is also runing towards her sister, who is slumped in a lifeless pile just beneath our new camp. "Plover?" Eider says desperately, shaking her twin. "Everly! Everly, we're too late!" Farrah cries. "Traitors," spits Diana.