BY\uff1a ANNIE (5G)\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cICY JUNIPER WELLINGTON, GET BACK HERE THIS VERY SECOND!\u201d yelled Miss Irina, chasing after Icy. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Icy ignored her and started fleeing away, seeming to float on green hills and flowery fields. Suddenly, the figure with the silver hair and velvety blue cape disappeared in a cloud of green. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cICY!\u201d yelled Leafmist, zooming toward the spot where Icy had disappeared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A smooth hand pushed her back, and a voice replied, \u201cNo, no, don\u2019t, Leafmist. You\u2019ll only get hurt yourself. We really can\u2019t lose another student. Please, come on now. Everyone back to the schoolhouse.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Leafmist took a last glance at the beautiful landscape and then turned, racing back towards the bright red schoolhouse. Miss Irina followed her in, and locked the door behind her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Back in the fields, Icy had disappeared behind a flowery hill. She swung a rope over a deep pit and prepared to cross. However, once she stepped on the rope, her gray eyes widened, her heart fluttered faster than a peregrine falcon at top speed, her legs tightened. She couldn\u2019t move, couldn\u2019t take another step. A million years seemed to pass before the world finally moved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Icy fell. The rope snapped. She plummeted downwards. Her hair flew around her, her eyes darted from side to side as she tried to grab onto the rocky ledges sticking around her. Every time she grabbed one, however, it seemed to disappear in a cloud of smoke. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
After what seemed like a thousand years later, she landed on a layer of soft, fluffy, coldness. Icy stood up and looked around her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
She gasped and turned, fleeing, sinking deeper into the snow with each step. Her fingers were numb, her face windblown and pale. At last, she collapsed into the snow. Her eyes closed, and she sank into the snow with a sigh. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The next morning, she awoke in a cold igloo. There was a girl with blue hair cooking, to her delight. She slipped off the bed as quietly as possible. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOh, you\u2019re awake! Good! I\u2019m Aquamarine, it\u2019s nice to meet you!\u201d the girl said, turning around and holding out her hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Icy gingerly shook it and replied, \u201cI\u2019m Icy. This is the Arctic, right?\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The girl nodded, serving her a plate of rabbit stew along with a rough wooden spoon. Icy thanked her, then sipped the soup. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThis is good!\u201d she complimented, continuing to drink the stew. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThank you,\u201d replied Aquamarine. \u201cnot many people are here to eat, but I give what I can. Oh, would you like some veggies and meat? By the way, you can call me Aqua.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Icy nodded, as her mouth was full of the delicious stew. Aquamarine sliced her some fresh peas and a little of baked rabbit meat, then piled it on her plate. Icy thanked her gratefully, and gobbled it up. She was quite hungry, as she had not eaten for a day already. Aquamarine watched her happily, then scooped a little more for Icy, leaving some for herself. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
After a minute or two of silence, Icy said, \u201cWell, I need to get going. Do you know how to get back to Greenfield?\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Aquamarine was silent for a while, but then answered, \u201cWell, Spellcaster can answer that. I\u2019ll take you to her.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Aquamarine thrust a pair of clothes at Icy, saying, \u201cDress in that, it\u2019ll keep you warm.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Icy changed into the clothes, and Aquamarine dragged her to a rural village, where a purple haired girl was talking to another vampire-looking man. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cRay, these times are gonna be hard, but I\u2019m sticking with you no matter what. And I\u2019m gonna have that debt paid for you in no time.\u201d Spellcaster, the purple haired girl, was saying. \u201cOh, and I\u2019ll talk later, looks like some folks need me.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ray, the man, nodded, \u201cAlright. See you around.\u201d and left. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Spellcaster and Aquamarine talked for a bit before turning around to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI can\u2019t help, darling. I\u2019m so sorry.\u201d Spellbound replied. \u201cThere\u2019s just so much stuff going on around me, Ray gots to pay his debts, I promised I\u2019d help. Dusk gots to earn her job back, and I also promised I\u2019d help. And then Evren said that they were sick. I\u2019m so terribly sorry, my darling.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Icy looked up at her defiantly and hissed, \u201cThen I\u2019ll do it by myself.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
She fled, dancing on the snow. Icy was so intent on fleeing that she didn\u2019t notice the change that had come over her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
She collapsed in the snow, breathing heavily. Her fingers were turning to ice, cold, numb, white. Her cape was frozen at the edges, her hair no longer fluttering happily in the cold Arctic wind. Her eyes darted around the snowy landscape. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Icy dragged herself to an apple tree and fell down beside it, panting heavily. The moon was up\u2026.the sun was gone. All warmth was gone. She crawled into the snow and fell asleep. A minute later, her spirit rose up, flying into the sky with the other celestial objects. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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