The Starting Ember to a Roaring Flame ( Eric love story The Huntsman)

The Death

I opened the door and I walked in my family was in certain places, my two sisters were playing chess, they hardly acknowledged my presence. I did not talk I did not speak, I did not make any movements. I just lost myself in my thoughts, until I heard about my sister Freya in love and carrying a child.

I gasped and my small eyes went wide. My cold hearted sister in love? Carrying a taken man's child, even with my young age I knew this was wrong, I knew that she had made a mistake. After that night I had stayed in the shadows fearing to get by anybody, Freya had eventually had her child and I feared to get near it I feared to even lay my eyes upon it and my sisters agreed. My eldest often ignored me and doted upon herself.

One night I woke up to the smell of smoke and I panicked thinking that something in my room had caught fire again. But then I remembered how Freya went to meet her newborn child's father. I ran out of my room and ran to the tower hoping to get there in time, I met up with Freya as we ran for dear life the get to the tower.

Soldiers were running fetching pails of water and running back to the tower. I let Freya walk in first the fire was somewhat gone and the cradle in the center of the room was charred. Freya looked at me and I looked back in amazement that I would hurt my niece. My sister's gaze flicked from me to just behind me I turned my head and I looked at my sister's lover who had singes on his clothes and soot on his face, and in his hand held a torch.

My sister ignored his pleas for how he had to do it. I pondered what that meant, I turned to my eldest and saw her lurking in the corner smiling but turned it into a face of shock and pity when my heartbroken sister turned to her. She had not yet discovered her powers and I think that this broke her powers through the surface. Her skin turned pale and had almost a blue tint to it. Her eyes turned into a glowing blue instead of her sky blue eyes. Ice shot out of her hands and froze him and the fire into a corner as she screamed. Her lover was covered in the cold substance and it crumbled. Like the weight was too much for his body to bear.

That day I found out why we were enemies, it was because her power was ice and ice and fire never bode well together.