The Way I Come

The Winter Fay

Here's the next chapter! Hope you like it!
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I wake to deeply blinding, blue light. The sack must have been pulled off me at some point but the gag was still in place. I try to scream again but I end up with more cloth in my mouth. My back is stiff against hard wood. I must be on a table, my hands and feet are tied up. I can also hear some sort of beeping in the background. They must have put spider jell on my wings because I could neither feel nor move them. Spider jell is one of the only things that can trap a pair of magical wings. There was another flash of light, I felt myself scream as the blackness again welcomed me into its menacing grasp.

When I awoke this time my gag was gone and so was the spider jell and ropes. I sigh, and think to myself what had that been, it defiantly was truly bazar. I start to take in my surroundings. Everything is either a white or glassy white. There are snowy hills and valleys every where. Snow is falling heavier now as I hear someone talking in an icy tone. I can't make out the words. The snow is falling so quickly that if I raised my hand I would hardly be able to see it. Again the voice calls out into the freezing air. Hollow and distorted its tone is. I find myself shivering greatly as the cold seeps through my cloak. Suddenly a sense of dread fills me. My shoes are gone from my hand so where is my pendent? Oh no,no,no,no I can't loose it or I'll loose my perfected powers instantly. My powers! I can first test them to see if advanced magic will work, if they do then the pendent is somewhere on me, and I can warm myself up! I test them.

One hand goes up then the other, slowly I start to feel my hands heat up. I give a whoop when a feet of fire bursts from my palms and out into the darkness, taking all the frigid snow surrounding me with it. I hear a cry like a wounded animal and lots of running. For the third time that day I'm blinded and gaged. But this time it's a woman, judging by her smooth, delicate hands. I try to scream but it's like time was frozen, my hands and feet where freezing. I couldn't move. My blind fold slips from covering my eyes. And I can't blink all I can do is stare out through the hard ice. The people push me into a big ice castle, and lock me inside a ice cold room. Of coarse I couldn't feel the cold through the ice. I try to melt the ice with fire but due to my current condition my hands won't warm.
Ughh, why couldn't I just go to the festival as planned, what messed it up. I can feal the anger brewing inside of me, swirling and lashing like a hurricane. What's with all the kidnapping these days anyway?Suddenly I feel water drenching me and my whole body is aflame judging by the mirror in my prison. My hair has come out of the braid it was in, and was swirling above my head in flames. I'm drying out quickly, and my flames are calming down as my anger ebbs away. Suddenly I hear footsteps, that with every step took sends a shiver up my spine. I freeze unable to move. The footsteps draw closer until a pale woman emerges from the depth of the hallway. She freezes in her tracks when she sees me ablaze. Her voice sounds like ice and is mixed in with the snow swirling around her. My fear intensifies when I look into her almost dead eyes. They are of the lightest blue, inviting at first but once you look deeper they get darker and more dangerous. Her skin is really pale and her dress is tight in the front but turns into more of a ballroom gown at the bottom. Her short, white hair is curly and comes down almost to her shoulders, her bangs cross to the left side. She has pale pink lips and dragon fly wings which tells me she is a fay. She is twirling snow flakes among her fingers.

"Well, well, well look what the cat dragged in." her tone is rock solid with not even a hint of emotion.

My first instinct is to shot a mean insult back, but I know that's probably not going to get me very far. So I resolve to lighting myself up more. My anger towards my being here flows like a river in a storm. Out of the corner of my eye I see the fire around me grow more and more in the mirror. Suddenly ropes of thornwick lash me to the ground and hold me there. This move makes my anger replenish. Still I know it's no use, thornwick is the strongest plant known to our kind. Some how she must know this because she laughing behind me. I start to panic as her footsteps draw closer.
"Do you know who I am child? I am a queen to you, and you dared to over power me, you think I didn't come armed?" She says laughing.
Her laugh is as icy as her voice, it sends shivers down my back. "I am Ivy the ice queen" she states rather boldly.

"Well if, and I'm not saying you are, but if you were the least bit smart" she gasps. "you would have remembered that thornwick only works when cast upon someone in its full strength, and this well I have a feeling has never been recharged." I state as I whip the thick plant off of me.
A shocked expression covers her face like a blanket. quickly she lunges toward me, but thankfully isn't fast enough. she lands hard on her knees as I grad the key off her waist and exit the chamber locking her in, of coarse I know she could easily get out sense she build it but I just wanted to stall her. Plus it's so much more fun that way!