As the queen spoke, Arisa felt her courage die. All those worried, tired eyes on her, all hoping she really could get them out. She hoped she really could.
"I. . . uh. . ." Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth, tripping over words she tried to for,. She could smell the wolves, just beyond that thick metal door. The shock of the wolf finding his way in still weighted oh her mind. If he could find his way in, how long would it take the others to get in as well?
"Arisa?" Elseron said softly. "What is your plan?"
She tore her eyes away from the wolf. "I'm a bomb."
The confusion on their faces made her uncomfortable, but it urged on the words it took to explain. She dropped her gaze to the floor, shuffling her bare feet. "The fire can't hurt me, but it can hurt you and them. If you all can get out, find a way to get away, I. . . I can destroy them. I might be able to buy you all enough time to get out. Besides, Dante is out there alone. I can help him. The rest of you get out."
"Arisa. . ." Melody's voice rang with worry. "You can't do this."
"Yes, I can. They won't be able to touch me."
"And what happens when you burn up all of your energy? You can't last forever, Arisa. . ."
She lifted those scared amber eyes. It was Elseron, of course, speaking of the one thing that scared her the most. "It doesn't matter. If I can get you out and back home, I will gladly risk my life."
"Arisa. . ."
She held up one tiny hand. "Please, don't worry about me. I have been alive for over a hundred years now. If I can survive this long in this body with a power I couldn't control, I can survive one more day." She smiled, flashing sharp, white incisors. "Don't worry about me. Worry about yourselves first."
"Are you sure about this?" Atlas asked.
She nodded. "I am."
Atlas nodded. "If you are positive then." She looked around her. "Let's find a way out."
"How? That door is the only way out we know of and waiting on the other side are hundreds of wolves and we don't exactly have time to explore. . ." Melody shook her head. "I don't see how."
"I can hold them off for as long as I can. Find a way out. There has to be one some where." For once, Arisa felt important, felt her age. she didn't feel useless, didn't feel like baggage. She could do this.
They could get out of here.
((is this ok??? I wrote it up and then looked over it and saw mistakes... I hope I fixed them well enough.... anything that needs changing, please tell me!!))