Eira Riley has a secret to hide, even though she doesn't want to. She loves her powers of ice and snow.
When dark forces enter her world, she is forced to stand up against them. In fact, Eira wasn't that unwilling to do so. For once, she'll no long...
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All they did was turn a corner, and Eira was given a hard shove to the ground. Even when she opened her eyes, she could not comprehend the sight before her.
They used to joke about it: the Yin and Yang.
What Eira saw was not the harmonious symbol that worked together, that one couldn't survive without the other. Because as the light flashed, the twinkling dust collected, and the ashes embedded with red lines floated past her eyes, she knew they were fighting for real. Yin wanted the whole circle, and Yang had the exact same idea.
Eira shuffled back. The fire was now a blade and it struck right by her feet. She shuffled further back and stood, only with the intention of getting out of their way. Luke's black dust scattered and Eira noticed it looked like the clear evening sky: it looked like stars. She reached out, touched one, and she was unharmed. She looked. Jason was pivoting on one feet, the fire in the form of a carp. It swam around him. Luke booted himself off the wall, dodging the carp, the cold magic extinguishing it.
Is this how it feels when one plays chess with themselves? Every time Luke reached out his hand, Jason would catch it and direct the force away. And every time Jason tried to do his tricks, Luke would notice and shift right in time. They were moving in smooth motion, never landing fatal enough punches on each other – even if they tried their hardest too. They were each other's shadow and each other's mind-reader. The battle probably could've lasted for hours, but Eira had no time to waste.
Eira waited for the chance. She opened her palms against the wall and the frost crawled and extended. Luke had Jason by the collar as they glided. Jason reached up his free hand, the warmth melting the sharp edges as he went past, Luke moved his head to avoid them.
They were on the ground, grappling each other before Jason threw Luke off. Luke's eyes glinted with a challenging edge; a metallic shine. They were both panting, but none of them had an indication to stop. Luke's arms reached for Jason's neck, but a flicker of ice blue snow distracted him. Jason was quicker this time. The fire met the water, the sizzle was followed by a storm of mist.
Eira cut the air with her arms, the icicles turned and the cold wind grew into a blizzard. Luke was unprepared, he was blown to the wall and as he knee crumbled, the ice froze his wrist and held him there.
Jason drew a flame and held it close to Luke's face, the shadows danced across his brown eyes, his hair shimmering in slivers of golden. He flicked his gaze up, his chin tilted away from the fire. His body stiffened when Jason came close.
"Where is Stanley? What are they doing with Jess? What do they want with them?" Jason hissed in a voice Eira has never heard before. She swallowed, eyed the two boys warily.
"Don't know," Luke managed a smile.
Jason's jaw had tightened. "You know! You know..."
Luke broke the ice and drawing his hand into a fist, the black magic hit Jason straight in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He fell back, stumbling to the other side of the wall.
"I don't have time," Luke muttered. He bent down when Eira threw her legs over him. She did a twirl in recovery, sparing a worried glance at fire boy. But there was no need to worry. Jason had recovered quickly and dodged into Luke's blind spot. Luke's eyes told Eira that he knew where Jason exactly was. Without looking, he gauged the position and switched his stance. Eira's ice broke apart, and Jason's fire was directed at the ceiling.
Eira tried again, the frost spun in the air. Jason ignited a flame. The powers combined, the ice had cracked. Out of panic, Luke stepped back, shielding his face with his arm as the hot mist burned against his skin. His magic was intuitive and protective, shielding him immediately. Eira thought she heard a quiet but disdained scowl and grumble. Luke leaped back, his eyes in the shadows. With a wave of his arm, Jason and Eira lost their footing. They smashed into a double door and crashed onto the floor in a roll. The door closed and clicked. Eira didn't need someone to tell her to know Luke had locked them in.
Jason winced, stumbling to the door to wiggle the handle despite knowing the futility of it. He let out a curse, resisting his violent urge to boot the door.
"Jason, look."
He did. He turned around and saw a room. The door was open. From the slit, he could see a surgical chair and in it laid a person. A person with oddly familiar hair colour, but there was an oddly absent sensation.
There was no fire. He felt the absence of warmth.
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