Behind the stores and houses grew a thick, pine forest. I skated a little slower, avoiding rocks and roots. Deep in the forest was the ruins of the old Lords of Wintain and my own little skating clearing.
My clearing was a perfect circle of ice, with no roots or rocks to trip me. It was just perfect.
I took off my cloak and glove, laying it down on the snow next to the ice. Then, I rolled up my sleeves, all the way up so no part of the markings were covered.
Slowly at first I skated the rim of the ice pond, my left arm always pointed towards the middle. Steadily, I glided faster and faster in a smalller and smaller circle, left arm always towards the center. Soon, I was carving a small circle in the middle of the ice.
The tendrils of ice started to glow, and a tingly feeling flowed through them, as if they were veins. The glow went from blue to a blinding, white light. I closed my eyes until the light faded away.
"Thank you," I breathed to the snowy sky and opened my eyes to--
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Fianara
FantasyFia walked alone. She always did. She always thought she will. So when a mage appears and turns her whole world upside down, and she's forced to work with three others she's never known existed, things get a little...Icey.
