"Brandon, I need to talk to you, it's important." Navomi waited by the hall for his brother to follow, ignoring the nearby training group. Once he landed, Navomi spoke again. "Not here, they shouldn't know about it. Come with me to the throne room."
Brandon, puzzled, decided to try to make a joke. "What, is it some kind of magic you need help with or something?" Silence was his only answer. Before long, they had flown low enough that no other person could hear the conversation.
As they began to walk, Navomi spoke quietly. "The scroll. It has properties I wasn't expecting. It cursed me, Brandon."
"Oh, if that's all it is, I can handle -", his brother began, his arms becoming more dragon-like.
"No!" He shouted angrily. "Our magic doesn't work on it! That's why I brought you down here, to tell you what's going on for when I die from it!" He slammed down his oldest book of magic before speaking again. "This book is one of the oldest we know of, and it hasn't a single mention of magic older than it! There is absolutely nothing we can do." Brandon noticed a light reflecting from an odd angle on Navomi's body, deciding to move the cloak towards himself.
"I'm freezing to death, from the inside out, and no flame can stop it."
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Storm Call
General FictionThree days after the battle with Xeno and the initial appearance of the blue snow, the crew are on a mission to find the source and destroy it. All over the world, it has frozen several areas once inhabited by humans and elves, leaving very few plac...
