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Some say the world will end in fire
Some say in ice
From what I’ve tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favour fire
But if I had to perish twice
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction, ice
Is also great
And would suffice
~ Fire and Ice – Robert Frost ~
– Slight Trigger Warning –
~ Ice ~
It was icy – the type of chill that settles in your bones – that’s all that I could tell about this place. I had never felt the cold to my bones, only the slight chill on my skin, but this felt different somehow. This cold felt almost comforting.
I couldn’t see anything – the mist covered everything around me – all I could feel was the chill in the white, silent open space. Then I could feel this heat behind me slowly getting warmer, as if it were a person walking closer to me. I tried to look for this sudden heat, but all around me was still the whiteness of the mist. Then, I heard my name being called, the voice had no origin point, yet it brought me such comfort. The warm, comfortable voice – familiar, yet not quite. I smiled as I felt the heat slowly coming towards me – maybe this is what I’ve been waiting for, maybe this heat will make the chill in my cold heart go away. I felt a hand coming closer to mine, almost close enough to touch…
“Elijah!” I jolted awake to the sound of my sister, Thalia, screaming my name.
I looked over to her with the most unimpressed expression I could manage, then collapsed back down on my bed with a groan.
“You know, one day I’ll stab you for waking me up like that.”
She just laughed lightly, and kissed my cheek, “Good morning to you, sweet cold brother. You should get up soon – I just finished making breakfast.”
I smiled warmly up at her, “What did I do to deserve this hag of a sister.”
She laughed and walked to my door, “I love you too dear.”
She closed the door behind her as I slowly sat up in my bed.
Thalia was the only person that I loved and that I knew loved me back just as much. She had accepted my through everything and had even stood up against my parents when I first developed my powers. She is my reason to live.
I played around with some water that I kept in my room – freezing it into different shapes – anything to pass the time before having to leave. I crawled out of bed when I knew it was time and started to get ready for school.
After throwing my leather jacket on and fixing my naturally white hair, I walked down to the kitchen.
As I got into the kitchen, I kissed Thalia on the cheek and sat down next to her.
As she turned I saw the tattoo on her neck – the sign of magick on Sindred. It appeared on the back of the neck of any caster when he or she turned 13. There were slight variations for every caster, but they all followed the same pattern.
“Katarina, Braeden.” I nodded to my parents in greeting.
They were never ‘Mother’ and ‘Father’ to me, not since I started developing my Mage tattoos.
See, I had added tattoos that showed my difference. I had a dragon wrapped around my forearms – they were typically black, but shone blue when I used my powers or got angry – which usually triggered my powers.
See, the dragons were the first elemental casters, but they disappeared years ago. The story goes that the dragons would no longer teach casters the way to use the elements for they feared that it would be used against them. Some of the casters got angry and turned against the dragons, so the dragons went into hiding.
That’s why Elemental Mages were feared on Sindred, it was said that only the most powerful casters would be given the power of one of the dragons – powers over one of the four elements, or variations of one of them. That’s why there are so few of us – we have been hunted, or at least banned from using our powers.
After finishing my breakfast, I grabbed my backback from next to the front door and started my long walk to school.
My own personal hell for seven hours.
Lia is older than me, so she’s in University studying teaching – she’s always loved helping people learn. Katarina worked as a surgeon and Breaden worked as a businessman. It seemed that the trail was going well for everyone, excluding me.
I walked into school with my head hung low, trying to avoid any attention. Unfortunately, it never works.
Introducing my personal hell hounds; Thadd, Kevin, Luke, Nathan and Damon.
“Well, if it isn’t our favourite gay freak.” I heard behind me before being shoved into the lockers.
I turned to see Luke, Nathan, Kevin and Damon behind me.
“What, no pack leader?” I groaned.
I spoke too soon – I saw Thadd coming up next to me, and quickly sent a sharp kick to my stomach which left me on the floor, then another one to my head.
“Shut up you dirty fag.” Thadd spat.
“God, why are you still alive?” Damon asked, also kicking me.
I smiled up at him, “I long for the day when I get to suck your tiny cock.”
I got disgusted looks, and a few punches and kicks in return. I should probably stop talking back to them.
I could feel my tattoos glow blue as I wished I could hurt the Jock Pack as they had me, but I knew that I couldn’t expose myself or my family.
The bell rang, and another kick was sent to my stomach.
“No one cares about you fag, do us a favour and kill yourself.” Kevin spat as they left.
I waited until the halls had cleared before walking out the doors.
The teachers wouldn’t notice anyway.
No one would notice.
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