Xymea found herself void of emotion when she lowered her hands which were enveloped in the fire that she summoned at will. She looks at the frozen figure before her; a figure which will forever be posed in suffering that was felt more in the heart than on the flesh. The figure’s face was a metaphor of pain, its clenched fists ironically showing a sign of weakness instead of strength.

It was strange that Xymea thought of it as a figure now, not a friend. She had just spent the last year protecting every inch of skin of this now frozen friend, yet she was the reason for her friend’s demise – a death unnaturally prolonged by the cruel ice.

“But you’re not dead yet, are you, Laelia?” Xymea muttered. “The ice will keep you preserved – your body never to rot; your soul never to flee. I have fulfilled the pact – I have always protected you from death and I will protect you one last time. I will keep you safe from these flames that itch to consume you. Never had I felt fire so eager to take a life.” With that, Xymea walked away, Laelia’s pained expression slowly slipping, fading away.

She found it easy to forget.

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Xymea is pyrokinetic-she uses fire.

Laelia is cyrokinetic-she uses ice.

They were bestfriends, but differences between each other changed things...

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updated Feb 9 '10 by takaonguitars