Author Games: The Final War

Task Three Females

Fire Strong: Adena Bayzil

I hadn’t even noticed right away that my voice was gone, I had moved fast in the night and I was near the edge of the arena, but I decided to count my supplies, and so wouldn’t get mixed up, I had to say it out loud. No voice.

I didn’t really know what to think, but I figured that the best thing to do was head back to the center and see if I could find anything useful. With my staff in hand I made the trek back. About halfway there, I felt sluggish. Now, I hadn’t had a lot to get in the past few hours, but this was different.

I kept going, and I got weaker. I finally got to the top of the arena and tried to pull up my flame, but all I got was a weak sputter, barley a candle flame. But someone saw it. And the catapulted themselves onto my back. I go slammed in to the freezing rock.

I flipped over so that I was on my back looking into the face of a girl who had a branch pinned across my throat. I glared at her and used my flame to start to burn the stick, and then I had an idea.

Hey! I used my flames to burnt the tiny message into the branch. She looked at it and then at me

Could you not?

She grimaced and sat up on my stomach, making sure I was stilled pinned down. She set the branch next to me and nodded.

What?

She gestured at it

Are you making a truce?

She nodded and sat back a little more, my arms were free. I shot my flames at her, but they stopped short. A fighter. I screamed inside that always makes everything worse.

Do you know what happening?

She nodded, and pointed at the sky

The sky told you?! Are you insane?

She rolled her eyes, and I realized this was going nowhere.

Okay just… show me what you think we should do

She hopped up, basically crushing my legs. As I rolled in silent agony she got up and started to got towards a little chest a few feet away and rested her hands on it.

I got up and went over to. There were two hand prints on the chest; the one I was looking at had the symbol of all of the elements. I looked at her, she nodded. I rested my hand on it, and I cracked open.

She tossed it open and pulled out a gas mask; I reached in and grabbed one too before the lid slammed shut. I slid it one a breathed again, the air.

“Thanks,” she said, picking up and started to move away,

“Yeah, no problem, never come back!” I shouted after her, and started on my way too

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Air Strong: Ilsa Rose

Choked for air was not a state Ilsa was accustomed to feeling. It was one she had feared feeling for years, as if she were to be caught by Fighters, she knew her execution would have involved air. But on am average basis, Ilsa normally felt herself acutely aware of the air that always surrounded her.

But today, something was off about the air in the arena. It hadn't been yesterday; Ilsa would have sensed it immeadiately. Even so, it still remained subtle enough now that she doubted any of the Fighters or non air affinity Strongs would be able to sense it.

This strange air not only left her choked, but with a burning sensation in her throat. Ilsa's mind could come up with a thousand reasons this could be so, but none that could calm her pounding heart.