Prequal: Rebellion
Leo and Khione.
Isabella, age 8.
Author’s note: This might be inaccurate due to the fact I don’t own the book where Khione meets Leo for the first time(The Lost Hero FYI) so bear with me.
The ice statue room, one of my favorite places in my Grandfather’s kingdom. My mother loved to turn people into ice statues.
Ida’s side note: I remembered this memory more than most. Probably because it was the last time I saw my mom. Yup, the last time, really heartbreaking right? Yup. She was actually nice when you were her daughter. Anyways back to the story
I was running in and out of the statues. I knew how to use my ice powers. Boreas blessed me with his power but I haven’t really figured out what to do with it yet. My mother came in the room, alarmed of something.
“Izzy,” She said. “Go to your bedroom,”
“Why ma?” I asked.
“Just… GO!” She yelled. I was shocked, that rarely ever happened.
But of course I was curious. Who wouldn’t? I hid behind one of the ice statues after I convinced my mom that I was going to my room, I hid behind grandfather’s throne. Yes, probably one of the worst hiding places ever.
“Wow… you’re hot.” A guy said. I glanced over the throne. He had curly hair, burnt clothes, not to mentions those were trousers.
“Would you and your friends like to be turned into magnificent ice statues?” Mom said. I chuckled but kept it quiet. Unfortunately, the curly kid saw me, but didn’t say anything about me. I found the rest of the conversation boring but suddenly the curly kid burst into flames. I was frightened by the fact that someone could possibly overpower my powers. I couldn’t look, my biggest fear was fire. Ice and fire did NOT go together. I wrapped myself into a ball. Then I decided it would be best to move to my bedroom before anyone caught me. I took one more glimpse at the boy so I’d remember him if I ever bumped into him again. I tiptoed to my bedroom and shut the door. Ever since he was in multiple nightmares, I sure hope I bump into him to turn him into ice. Or even worse.
Notes
yup, thinking of new, interesting scenes.
