Oliver's POV
Greeks believed the dead would cross a river in order to arrive in the afterlife, Hades' land. To cross over, however, they needed to pay the boat driver. So coins were placed over the eyes of the dead so they'd be able to pay the fare.
I pictured myself lying in a bed with a pair of one dollar coins above my eyes. Would that money be the price of my life?
The red eyed rebel was going to make sure I got the answer as soon as possible.
"Take this, Alek" I threw the gun and raised both arms to the sword/cannon's direction. A drop of sweat rolled down my neck.
The rebel's ugly eyes almost went out with the energy liberated from the fire. A giant ball of something particularly alien came toward my stretched hands- for a moment it looked like serpents tangled and eating each other- and although my imagination was not one of the best I could perfectly see those animals freezing to death.
Every sensation is minimized when you are used to feeling frost coming out of your skin. That was one of the moments I wasn't able to control my temperature. This happens with a frequency higher than I wanted to admit.
It wasn't a bunch of ice that erupted from my palms, but a storm. People said that it looked like an explosion of fog. All lights turned off, all the left windows that weren't destroyed by the rebels cracked apart, all Arians that a second earlier were fighting to death stopped to cover their heads.
Even my own eyes weren't believing it.
That was a real tornado of
"SNOW!"
My head turned to the source of the sound.
Bridgette, Angelina, the Barbie girl and a kid with brushed hair were running toward me. Right behind them, a crowd of dwarfs using ridiculous clothes and long ears stumbled on each other trying to follow the pace.
I raised an eyebrow.
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Angelina's POV
"SNOW!" Bridgette dodged her head from a flying something.
I let out a loud wimp of pain. The cold cut my clothes and iced up every part of me, from my brain to the last finger. The air was gray and it rotated around us like a creepy hurricane. Gelid wind hit my eyes, making it all look a raw nightmare.
"B-bbarbie" My bones stopped moving. She found my hand and squeezed it while William did the same on the other side.
"Think about fire, Angelina!" William shouted. "Think about everything that keeps you warm!"
Fire fire fire
Sun sun sun
My teeth was trembling so much they were going to shatter and fall like a waterfall over my lips, now getting an uglier shade of purple.
Flames flames flames
Red red red
"Brrrr!!!" - Some elf whimpered from behind.
"Brrrr!!" - The others did the same.
I couldn't get any closer, I couldn't get closer to Oliver. We were already stepping onto snow, and I didn't know if the building would bear this amount of catastrophes in such a small interval of time. First the flood, now a blizzard.
I felt Barbie and William's grip changing intensity. They slowed to a halt- letting the elves continue their way past us.
Barbie pulled me into a hug. "You are right, bae. We did our part."
"Yes, you need to stop here and go back to find your boyfriend by yourself now." William joined himself into the hug.
"He is not- atchim!- my boyfriend".
The hug was broken- wind started brushing my ears again. I closed my eyes, and, without no other words, just opened a few seconds later to pick their Lego characters from the glittering white ground.
And cold.
I glimpsed at Bridgette getting to Oliver. They were screaming with each other but nothing could be heard from where I was. I sighed and turned around to see no other thing- I was making my way to the maple tree.
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Oliver's POV
Insane.
No, I was not referring to the gnomes- that were now distinguishable elves- but to how my simple act of defense turned into something monstrous like that.
I was actually enjoying it, and was about to pretend I hadn't heard or saw Bridgette and the others when someone hit my back with something pretty painful.
"Ouch! What are you doing?!" I got the piece of wood firmly before it thwacked my back once more. The person gasped with my quick reflex and looked up as a lost dog would look at its savior. I made the wind stop, and the snow, slowed down.
Apparently the girl had in mind that by hitting Oxygen's leader with a stick she would be solving the whole problem. She just forgot to prepare her emotional before coming near me like that.
"Ãk anh" She muttered, running those round eyes across my face. How old was she? 12?
Although I had read about a 12-year-old named Calvin Graham, who joined the Navy in World War II and became a kind of hero at the time. I smiled at her rebel cuteness, and heard the steps of Bridgette approaching me. She ignored the girl. That mouth of hers opened and she shouted at me with all her might.
"Are you crazy?! Do you want to kill us all?!"
I exchanged looks with the girl. Her scared face reminded Angelina.
"Where is Firenze?" I asked.
Bridgette looked around, now realizing Angelina was no longer with her. Neither were the elves.
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