Fire and Ice

Max

AN: Okay so I don't usually do these, but I really have to say something. I am at 300 reads! Which is incredible because I only had 100 just a few weeks ago. So thank you guys for sticking with me in reading. I love you guys so much!

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They say that after someone dies it's peaceful, but it wasn't. I screamed and sobbed, freezing everything I could get my hands on. Reuben's body just laid there, dead. I wanted to kill Emmaline, I was going to kill Emmaline.

"I HATE YOU!" I screamed to the empty room, "I HATE YOU EMMALINE!" I fell on top of Reuben, my tears soaking my face and his chest. Denver stood behind us, his hands fidgeting, his head down. His eyes were red, he looked like he hadn't slept in days. 

"Max...." He finally croaked out, "We have to go. Emmaline... she's still out there." He held his hand out to me and I grabbed it, standing up. I looked at Reuben one last time.

"I love you Reuben... I'll be back." Denver led me out of the dungeon and into the light and bustle of the Village. 

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I pulled the hood of my cloak up, hiding my identity, as Denver did the same. I hadn't been to the Village in years, it looked exactly the same though. There were people crowding the already busy streets. People handing out fruit and bread, trying to get me to buy the latest perfume. I was beginning to hyperventilate. I haven't been around this many people in ages. Denver led me along, pulling me through the crowds of people. We walked through the Village for what seemed like hours, until we finally stopped in front of an old cottage. Denver led me up the stairs and into the door.

"Hello?" He asked as we entered in, "is anyone home?" I sat down on a rusty couch by the door. I was so exhausted and needed to rest my legs.

Denver sighed and st by me, opening his bag and pulling out his water. He took a long swig and handed it to me. I declined.

"Max... you have to drink something. You're going to get sick." He handed it to me again and stared at me, waiting for me to take a sip. I sighed and gave in, feeling the cold water run down my scratchy throat.

"Thanks..." I mumbled to him as I handed him the now empty water canteen. I looked around at the interior of the cottage. It was full of old pictures and paintings, Throw pillows decorated the various chairs and stools around the room. The walls were a minty green color, that was slowly starting to fade. 

"I wonder where the residents are..." I said standing up to look around some more.

Denver followed me around. "I'm not sure, maybe it's vacant." He picked up a picture, studying it, and then set it back down on the antique side table. 

"Well, while we're here. We might as well look for some food, clothing, and supplies." Denver nodded in agreement and we scoured the house. 

A half hour later we met back in the living room with new clothes, bandages, boots, a knife, medicene, plenty of food, and a ukulele. Denver made a face when I picked it up, but I had always wanted one, so I kept it.

"Let's go, we have to find Emmaline before it's too late." I packed up my bag with the supplies and followed Denver out the door, into the busy Village.