My Ranking Points
~ CHAPTER 12 ~
A/N – If anyone was wondering why I changed my avatar, it’s because I wanted it to look more like me.
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~ This was the hardest chapter to write so far ~
“M, I c-could do with a hot chocolate, please.” Tedros murmured, his teeth chattering.
“So could I. And a nice foot bath. Maybe a-”
“Once we cross this mountain, we can set up a camp.” Merlin said, lodging his staff in the ground. “Good Lord, I’m getting older every day.”
Tedros breathed onto his hands, “That’s how aging works.”
They were in the territory of Cristolvale, a small village surrounded by seemingly endless snow-tipped mountains. Cristolvale was by far the coldest territory Tedros had ever been in. It was even colder than Agatha’s attitude when Sophie began talking about some of her old, **** classmates. It was far too cold for any human to live there long term, so the village was inhabited by ice faeries. But they were not friendly faeries, they were viscious, with tiny sharpened teeth and solid black eyes. Sophie had sprinted through the village square, screaming with a herd of twelve faeries pursuing her. Tedros, who eventually shooed the faeries away, could never look at her the same way…
“Alrighty. Let’s stop here for the day.” Merlin sat down and lay his cloak on the snowy in front of them. “Sophie, would you like to go first?”
Sophie, who had never been in the Celestium, knelt down and prepared to fall in.
“Sophie, how do you know what to do?” Tedros asked.
“I did study whilst I was at school, you know,” Sophie snapped. “I didn’t spend every minute of my life fawning over you.”
“I didn’t imply anything of the sort -”
“As much as I love listening to you two bicker,” Merlin interjected, “if we don’t warm up soon we’ll catch colds. So tick tock, hurry up.”
Sophie shot Tedros a glare and fell through the starry cape.
“Can I do anything right?” Tedros grumbled, following suit.
“Depends on who you ask.”
Merlin stepped into his cape, reaching up and pulling it back around his shoulders as he did so.
Agatha blinked at the door in confusion; where was she supposed to go now? She should probably find a way to get out, though. But if she did, Aric would try to kill her.
She knocked on the door, “Aric, where do I go now?” No answer.
She knocked on it again, louder. “Aric, come here right now!”
The door creaked open a crack, revealing a long dark hallway.
“Aric?” she said into the dark.
The hallway had a dark mist hanging in the air, which felt thick and humid. Agatha crept down the length of the corridor, her bare feet sinking into the carpet.
“Dead or alive.” a familiar voice asked shakily.
“Are you dead, Agatha? Or are you alive?”
A woman emerged from the heavy mist. A rather large woman, with a tear stained face.
“Ella?” Agatha breathed, reaching out to touch her. “What happened to you? I thought you were dead.”
Ella took a deep breath, “Are you dead or alive?”
Ella closed her eyes and more tears trailed down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, but I have to.”
“What do you mea-”
Suddenly, a gust of hot air kicked her in the stomach, sending her flying back through the doorway. She landed on her back, her breath knocked out of her. Climbing to her knees, she bent over and coughed up dust, recovering. Her eyes were searing with pain, sadness and confusion wracking every joint in her body. What did Ella have to do? What was happening?
“I did say that it would be best, didn’t I.” Aric whispered, bending down.
“Sophie, wake up.” Tedros shouted, shaking her. “Sophie!”
She sat up groggily and hit him back with surprising force, sending him sweeping far away. The cloud underneath him floated back towards her.
“How long has it been?” she groaned.
“Five hours, I think.”
Merlin drifted over, a white lollipop stick protruding from his mouth. “Let’s go, children.”
Sophie looked at them both as if they were crazy. “Five hours?”
“Merlin, could we at least have breakfast?” Tedros complained. “I haven’t eaten for an entire day.”
Grudgingly, Merlin took his hat off of his head. “What’ll it be then?”
“Just bread and water, M.”
Sophie sat up straighter, “I need cucumber, ice water, quail eggs, cream of tartare, baking soda, a mirror… and maybe a glass of water would be nice too, actually.”
Read the previous chapters here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/15kG_MGEFhBvCilacxbo3YLIt4z5J1wALHFg87SZtkSo/edit?usp=sharing
Amazing as always! But… for some reason… my stomach hurts.. XD