Fire and Ice

Cocoa Eyes

It was cold out. Goosebumps formed on my skin as I continued up the snowy path.
My cheeks were already raw from all the crying I did earlier, and the wind wasn't helping.

The sky was shedding a light white, sheeting the path ahead of me. Flakes crushed under my feet as I pressed on in the brisk, cool air.

All this was going on as I tried to run away for my thoughts.

Storm's uncle, his mother. . . are. . . gone. . . because of me. . . but. . . he still doesn't mind the idea of marriage?
I don't understand how he can still smile at me.
Even look at me.

Thick tears fogged my eyes the more I thought about it.
At this point, I wasn't concerned about my feelings towards the matter. . . I only cared about Storm.

I reacted the practiced field, looking out at it.
A flood of memories came back to me of the many hours I have spent here.

Rosemary really helping me get stronger in protecting myself and others. Reiki who always lighten the mood when I wasn't doing as well as I wanted too. Nova, helping me with enhancing my reflexes. Gale for informing me about basic knowledge I should know, straight out of the text books. And then there was Storm, who for a good time always just watched from a distance but was my finally test in the end.

I giggled at the thought of me falling on Storm the other day, winning me the fight. 

"Excuse me?" A gentle voice said behind me.

I turn to see who spoke.
The person who was behind me was a young women. She wore a long black cloak the covered her whole body. The women had dark blue hair and cocoa brown eyes.

"You're Nashi Dragneel, correct?" The women asked in a stern yet cheeky way.

"I. . . um. . ." I mumbled.

"Ah I see, so you are." The bluette said with a smirk.

The women turned around and snapped her fingers three times. Out of all the alley ways and other sparse structure that one could hide behind, a few men came towering out of the shadows.

I raced out into the field, this was bad.
A hand grabbed my wrist before I could go too far. It was the cocoa eyed women, with a evil grin across her face.

The men caught up to us and grabbed hold of me. My arms we held in their grip, mouth gagged so I couldn't scream.

They carried me to some kind of old prisoner wagon against my own will. I shook and kicked as much as I could. . . but to no avail.

I was put into the wagon, arms were tied up with thick rope. When the men let go of me, blocking the wagon entrance, I spat out the cloth blocking me from speaking.

I was breathing heavily, I was going to scream but the bluette women jumped into the wagon with me.
She smirked, reaching into he cloak pocket. Pulling out a mysterious substance in small bottle, pouring it onto a handkerchief.

"No! No!" I screamed.

The bluette forced the clothe over my mouth and nose. After a few seconds my sight became fuzzing and noises began to slowly fade to

silence.

(Picture:Kkumri)
(Edits:me)