I believe it's the way to find peace again

Scott

Scott had been running for what seemed like forever. He was breathing heavily, dirty, and aching. Surprisingly he wasn't cold despite all the snow and ice.

He was far from Rivendell now, but being out in the open as he was was still a problem. If Xornoth sent soldiers, which he most definitely did, they would catch up him in no time if he took a break.

First, Aeor, the god, had talked to him about being his champion. Not asking, telling. It was a shock. After that his powers grew. He had had them since he could remember, they were small enough that he could control them, but now? They were going crazy.

After all that Scott's older brother just got more possessive. He always had been but it's just been getting worse. Ever since he saw, and heard, his brother. . . Eat, their father, he has wanted to leave.

The real nail in the coffin was when he publicly accused him of being Exors champion. If anyone it was Xornoth himself, not like anyone would listen to the kings sick younger brother.

Because of this he was placed in the dungeons. On his execution day his brother demanded to be the one to kill him. He took Scott to the woods at the bottom of the mountain Rivendell sits on. And drugged him with postions.

Scott later woke up in a room with his brother saying that, "You're safe here" and "You'll never need to worry about anything ever again" so obviously Scott immediately ran.

That's what brought him here, in the snow and ice, running, hurting, and desperately trying not to just collapse and die. He didn't want to die. So on he went.

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It's been days since he left Rivendell. Scott found a place far enough away where Xornoth wouldn't find him. Plus it was in the middle of an ice spike biome, one of the coldest biomes. And Xornoth hates the cold.

He always had the castle as warm as possible. It was torture. Scott never liked the heat, or summer much. Preferring the winter with its cold, cold snow and weather.

That's why he chose the ice spike biome. It was nice. He acquired some wood from the surrounding forest to the southwest, and build a small cabin. It held a small, uncomfortable bed, furnace, and crafting table. Scott planed to make a better place to stay later. Maybe something with his ever growing magic. That is if he ever learns to control it.

For now he was, somewhat, safe here.

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It's been a month living out by himself now. He started learning more about his magic. It wasn't really his choice, Aeor asking it of him once in a dream. Speaking of Aeor, he hasn't talked to Scott much. At all. He thought the god would talk to him more, being his champion and all, but he rarely ever did.

It was ok with Scott though. I quiet was kind of nice. He also noticed how his breathing had been getting better. He's been coughing less and less and has been feeling better in general. It was weird. Scott's never not been sick or needed help.

Now being on his own, he had to help himself. He had no time to be sick. He had magic to practice and had to worry about his next meal.

Along with that, Scott has been working on his new house. It's less of a house and more of a castle. It's made of ice and not at all finished. Working on it takes a lot out of him, yet every day he's up and working on it.

It's not like he can stay in a cabin his whole life. It's was impractical. Especially with how large and fast his wings are growing. The elven royal family has a history of have wings. It's not uncommon for some elves to have wings but it certainly is rare.

It's the past, all elves had wings, it helped them to get around the mountains. Over time, as elves intermingled with other races like humans, wings became less common. If you come from a family of "pure" elves you probably have wings. The royal family has never married or had kids that wasn't purely elven.

He was sure his brother was going to marry an elf, if did marry anyone at all. Scott had no plans on marrying anyone. Unless he met someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, he was good.

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The castle was finally finished. It was made of straight ice. Ice that wouldn't melt, but ice either way. It was the perfect place for him. It had lots of space and, surprisingly, not that many rooms. He honestly didn't need that many. Most of the rooms were just really big to fill out the space.

AN: so I'm sorry if you started reading this hoping it would be cool or something but it's not. I wanted to get back into writing, I've been trying to but I just can't. I have zero ideas and zero motivation. If someone finds this and wants to finish it they can but I'm not going to. I just can't and I don't know why, it's writers block. I wrote on amazing fanfic and not I can't even. I say I have no ideas when I have a million it's just I don't want to do any of them.