Hoarfrost


Azura and Stefan, were gazing into a puddle of sparkling, silver liquid that was settled into a silver bowl. Who new unicorn blood could be so beautiful?  They were all thinking. Azura's blue eyes shone in excitement as she gazed at it.

"It's beautiful," she whispered. Stefan nodded. His green hair waved to the movement of the cool breeze that rushed through their large, round cave. The four sorcerers only lived in the Valley of Ice for about a month.  They made home in a cave for shelter until they knew what they could do to help defeat Aviel for they knew his motives. They feared greatly for the Black Opal to be stolen by him.

"We could make another powerful opal," Stefan was saying earlier. Azura glared at him.

"Are you dumb? Why would we do that? And how could we?" Azura replied sharply.

"That just might work." Salvador interrupted them and stepped up beside them. The breeze furiously blew his long brown hair and his eyes lingered on the blood. Azura turned her glare to him.

"But how!? The black opal was made in the Volcano of Synra. How can we make one?" Tamas spoke for the first time.

"Unicorn blood could do it. Said to be powerful, but--"

"But then where would we find unicorn blood in a place like this," Azura cut in.

"Have you ever heard of the Hoarfrost?" Stefan asked. Azura frowned and turned away.

"A Hoarfrost is a special kind of unicorn with a white coat made of frost. They aren’t like any other ordinary unicorns," Stefan replied simply.

"The problem is, no one can just summon a Hoarfrost. They are summoned by a special kind of witch."

"What kind of witch?" Azura asked and Tamas continued.

"Hoarfrosts have a bond with Silverwitches."

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