The truth behind cold walls

Chapter 12

It's been too long I'm sorry, but I'm too busy and can't find the time to write.

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Entering his room, closing the door behind him, he looked around; for a split second dread fell on him and his heart skipped a beat, but the noise coming from the open door of his closet made him sigh in relief, stepping inside he found Riff trying on different fur coats looking with disapproval to the one in his left arm switching to the one on his right and humming in approval like he was making a full conversation in his mind or maybe he is. Ao-Ki is trying different accessories, her eyes sparkling in delight at the many rare gems.

-Did you find something you like? He asked in a soft tone, the presence of his friends safe and healthy in front of his eyes brought peace to his disturbed heart for the first time after so much time. Eventually, everything will return to its original pace when he will take them back safely to the fire realm, with his body and mind resting after so much stress and with little cultivation every day he will have most of his prowess back, fooling the guards and servants for a week is a child's play for someone with his title; knowledge and tactics; he saw as both of them jump in panic from his sudden presence inside.

-Ikor! Said the fiery jumping on his heels with delight, or maybe to make himself a little warmer considering the freezing state of his room "Can I have this coat please, it's the only one that doesn't have blue in it, it's pure white and I think it looks fine with my skin complexion and do you think you can turn on the heaters for once"

- Of course, Riff, you can have anything you want; you can change into warm clothes as well, feel free to wear anything and I will provide you with everything you need, speaking of which what would you like to have for lunch?

- Do you have meat? I want meat! I'm starving. The fire boy said.

- Of course, which kind of meat would you like to try? We have: bear, wolf, seal, ... he said enumerating the different kinds of meats on his fingers, trying to remember if he had forgotten anything.

- Ow, that's disgusting, please stop. The boy's face scrunched in disgust like he was biting in a sour lemon.

The prince laughed hysterically, forcing between laughs "You... sh...should... have seen... y... your face...it's hilarious" Continuing with his laughter, he stopped abruptly when he saw the shocked expressions on his friends' faces looking at him like he had grown a second head.

-Are you really Ikor? Are you not an imposter? It was the light guardian who spoke first an amethyst necklace dropping from the hand that has a ring with an identical gem to the necklace.

- Of course, he is Prince Ikor, what an insolent guardian you are. A slithering unamused voice said from behind, 'I didn't feel his presence until he spoke' was the thought that crossed the minds of the room's occupants.

- Again with that my prince of course you can't detect my presence, how many times do I need to tell you that I'm not nicknamed shadow for nothing? He said with fake amusement in his voice, a voice that pierces like sharp nails clawing skin and bone, shredding the insides making its way to a trembling heart, squeezing it in a death grip making you feel the acidic taste of blood between shattering teeth, an icy shudder run down the bodies of the three teenagers trapped freezing them in place, how can a voice inflict such horrors.

The fire boy's instincts were screaming for him to flee, the natural mechanism of fight or flight was cut to the second word only, even when he was a warrior by birth, trained at the age of four about martial arts and his first action was to heed head first then think later has found himself struck by terror, he can feel his blood vessels squeezing shut and his heart clamping down by a cold chill, sounds ringing in his ears muffling the outside noises, the only sound reaching him is his labored breathing , he can feel shadows creeping from the other side of the door crawling his body squeezing his soul forcing the life out of him, the dampness surrounding him become more intense, cold sweat sliding his body, the smell of rotten flesh triggering his gagging reflexes but his throat was too dry too clamped to force anything out, it feels like his self-detonating from the inside, his vision clouded by dark spots, Riff glanced to the light girl beside him not daring to move his head, like the action will make his head fly off his shoulders, in his hazy state he can see that she's not doing better if the wide like soccer eyes, trembling lips and the paling skin of her already light skin was an indication, her breathing hitched, high like she's struggling for her last breath. He glanced back to his ice friend and was disturbed by the sight, there was a fierce angry look on his face, posture too straight for comfort hands clenching making his knuckles white, and there was a violet-blue aura tainted with darker hues surrounding his body, fire burning in his eyes like the legendary blue fire he heard about and had dreams about.