THE OTHERS

Chapter 6: Cold

We stayed there in silence for two minutes, shivering and trying to warm ourselves up after that storm.
"Amber, what happened?" I asked for the thousandth time.
"I- I made a mistake," she said, turning away from me. I couldn't see her, but I felt it.
"But h-how did that s-storm happen? It's a room!  I just don't u-understand," I managed to say, teeth chattering.
"There's a lot of things you won't be able to understand."
"Well, if this wasn't what you wanted to show me, where were we supposed to go?"
"I'll show you when we get out of here," Amber replied calmly.
"When will we get out then?"
"I don't know, there's no door anymore."
"Well you haven't checked-"
"I did."
"Then how did we get in here?" I asked, not giving up and not realising Amber was right.
"Through a door. It's gone."
I breathed out heavily. This wasn't working. We had to get out before we caught hypothermia.
"What was that voice then?"
"Azgarcia. He's...big."
"I felt it. Wait...how do you know? Have you seen him before?"
"Yes. Come on, give me two more minutes and we can at least be warm."
"Are you making a fire?" I asked, still unable to see her.
"I suppose."

A few minutes later, a spark rose out of the ground, immediately warming me up.
"How...?" I asked. Then I saw Amber from the light the spark was making. Her hands were moving in a strange motion, one before the other, circling each other. Streaks of light were coming out of her hands, and smoke was circling her entire body.
"Hello, Lizzie!" she smiled, looking me in the eyes for the first time in an hour. Her clothes, face and hair were perfect and untouched, as if she'd not just been in a hurricane.
"What the-"