Fire

Chapter 7: Marcy

*You have chosen to watch the fire glass, a live stream video is playing the events.*

P.O.V: Marcy

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Nothing like ice cold arctic water to shock a person back to consciousness. Forcibly blinking the sleep from my eyes I struggle to see in the dimly lit room. Snow white hair stands out in the darkness.

"David?" My hoarse whisper fills the air. His shadow presses a finger to his lips. Got it, silence. Groggily I force myself into a sitting position, letting the world stop spinning before I try to stand. Firm, cold, gloved, fingers catch me as I loose balance.

"Sit. Let the sleeping powder leave your system." David's quiet voice carries in the empty room. Nodding in compliance, I lower myself to the floor propped up against his chilled legs. Having a few minutes to adjust to reality I take in the room.

A simple jail cell. Bars on the far side locked up tight. A toilet, mimicking the cleanliness of an outhouse, sits in the corner opposite to a bed held together by chains. No sink, no sheets. One barred off window that showed the starry night sky.

"What happened?" I struggle to choke out through the dry knot in my throat.

Leaving me without a back rest, or answers, David takes his bucket back to the toilet. I cringe at the thought of toilet water being splashed on me. To my amusement and utter disgust, David took off his gloves and froze the water. Reaching inside the leather, he produces a vile smaller than my pinky nail, and dumps a drop of the clear liquid into the ice.

I watch in fascination as the glowing icy blue dirt particles of water separate. The dirty water melts while the clean water remains in a pure frozen icicle. Tipping out the murky fluid, he sets the purified water down to thaw. Not the most sanitary conditions but it would have to do.

"Pure ice, melted from the untouched depths of Antarctica's glaciers. Mixed with a little of Khione's power and we get purification liquid. Assuming that your water is frozen." David explains quietly in response to my questioning face. I have to assume that information does not pertain to his oath.

"Khione? Like the Greek Goddess? Like Percy Jackson and Demigods and such?" That was really the only part of his explanation I caught. Thoughts of running around with half-bloods was a very appealing thought. David's silent chuckle makes me reel in my hopeful thinking real quick.

"No, Greek Gods are simply myths. However, some of the minor 'gods' like Khione and other elemental Gods exist. There are several hundreds of them. Any type of element you can think of and we have a 'god' for them."

Resting my head back on his knees I mull over this information. Now that I've seen him fly and fight, he seems much more inclined to answer. I can't help but take advantage of it.

"So is Khione like... Your mom or something?" I can't help but ask. David tenses at the question, this must be one of those can't-talk-because-of-oath type things, so much for settle questioning.

"I don't want to talk about it." He mumbles.

"So how does it work. Do you have to be offspring's to have powers?" I ask more hesitantly, drawing the conclusion that this is a particularly sore subject, but in my need for knowledge I press on.

"We are crossing into lines of what I can and can't discuss." David breathes out an irritated sigh signaling a needed change in conversation.

"Okay... So what can you discuss?" Figuring approaching him like a scared animal was the best way since I have no way of putting my life in danger in this cell which meant no leverage to force him to talk.