Anthony Powler's Story

"Your Highness, Lord Anthony!" Anthony's arm twitched as he heard one of his attendants call for him. The crossbow's bolt flew well above it's intended target and severed the rope that suspended the wooden circle in the air. "Ugh damn it. And what's worse, it's Ulmo." He hated the name he had been given when he came here. "Much more kingly it is boy." He mocked his father's voice quietly. Folding the steel limbs of the crossbow and its stock, he turned to his attendant. "Yes what is it this time? Something important I hope, I'm tired of the mundane affairs my father lays out for me." The crossbow fit into it's case on his back and it snapped shut. "Extremely important sir! Some hunters have captured the Winterhold daughter! They request an audience with the king but seeing as how he's busy, you're the next in charge." Anthony's eyes widened when he heard the news. The Cold's queen in training. Oh this was promising. He pushed his way past his attendant and off the rooftop range, back into the depths of the castle.

In the foyer of the castle stood seven men and a girl in bonds with them. "Well this is her is it? Not much, I'll be perfectly frank," He grabbed Hayley's jaw and twisted her head to each side, as if inspecting a piece of meat for something that didn't look right. "But let's take a look see hmm?" He undid the gag around her mouth, a sly smile crossing his face. He had heard the stories, and with his own abilities in play, he knew that she would use her control of ice to try and get free. He was prepared though, his own grin smoking from it's peaks. "Come on Winterhold. Show me what you can do." He whispered to her as licks of flame quickly slithered out from behind his teeth and disappeared.

Ezreal was walking through the woods on one of his daily outings with Ghost. Ezreal loved his little walks in the woods. He only came out this far a few times a year. He loved the crisp air, the silence, and the knowledge he gained from inspecting plants, animals, and insects. Every time he saw something new he would take out his sketchbook and drawn it then he would analyze it and write information down. He had a whole bookshelf filled with his journals. As always his trusted friend Ghost was by his side. Ghost loved the forest and would run off in excitement every time they went there, he would always come back with some dead animal in his mouth though which was something Ezreal did not fancy too much. it wasn't because he did not like to see dead animals, on the contrary he always inspected dead animals he found in the woods for scientific purposes. He just didn't like dead animals being dropped at his feet and ruining his shoes.

Suddenly as he was walking he heard Ghost let out a soft growl to let Ezreal know that there were people close by. Ezreal slowly went to check it out stopping Ghosts growling with a simple gesture. As they approached a clearing they saw a girl being tied up and kidnapped by some fire thugs. Ghost got into position to pounce but Ezreal stopped him with the same gesture as before. He could see that he would not stand a very good chance against them. Ezreal tried to get a better view to see who the girl was. It was the princess of the snow country, Princess Winterhold. "this is bad" he said too soft for anyone else to hear. They started heading out toward the fire country and so Ezreal followed them. "maybe i can wait until there are less people around or she is alone" he thought to himself. When they finally dropped her off at the castle of the fire king Ezreal was tired from all of the following. He was not used to this much exercise. He saw the Prince Anthony of the fire kingdom challenge her as he hid in the shadows and waited for an opening to save her with as little fighting as possible.

The fire hunters carried for into the orangey red bricked castle of the Inferno King. She was overwhelmed by the heat and felt incredibly tired once she entered the castle. A man about her age came down some stairs and walked in front of her. She glared at him when she knew that it wasn't the king, but his son. She had to admit she found him very attractive and charming, but evil and manipulative. She didn't know what to make of him yet, but she was certain she'd have to be alone with him to see what he is really like.

He twisted her head left to right looking her over. She felt exposed and vulnerable in her state of being restrained. She hated being restrained because she knew she had no powers besides her ice breath. Hayley squirmed in her bonds and shook her head out of the princes grasp. She struggled harder against the guards and they laughed at her attempts to get free. The prince smirked at her and then undid her gag. Hayley ripped her face away from him and leaned into his face staring at him as he said, "Come on Winterhold. Show me what you can do." She felt heat on her face and saw the flames come through the grin he gave her. She smiled at him sweetly and leaned into him. Hayley whispered in his ear innocently, "I'll show you if you tell your men to let go of me. Please?" She asked smiling. Hayley blew cold frost down his neck and made him shiver. "Please Ulmo...I'll be a good girl I promise." She grinned showing her bright snow white teeth, she mimicked what Ulmo had done but instead of heat and flames she had frosty fog and cold.

Ezekiel stood next to the group of guards, following them as they escorted the Princess of Snow. He frowned at how she was restrained, and the younger woman looked frightened because of it. Of course, he knew the reasons why. This young woman's bloodline was derived from the element of Ice, and if she had freedom she'd have the ability to freeze most of them in place. Ezekiel wasn't entirely concerned though, as the White Fire that burned in his body kept him from such harmful effects. That's part of what made him so strong.

The young man's thoughts turned inward as they continued to walk. He knew the strength of the White Fire better than anyone. It kept it's bearer's body from disease, from poison, from extreme cold and heat, and it even gave him a slight regeneration factor. If the young man chose, he could share that flame with another, bathing them in it's light to heal their body just like it constantly healed his own. As he studied the young princess' restraints, Ezekiel couldn't help but wonder if his White Fire would conflict with her nature if he tried to heal her.

Then the odd little caravan stopped, and the Praetorian recognized the visage of his Prince appear. He couldn't help but wonder if these two were going to kill each other as they spoke. The Princess of Snow was certainly a lot more flirtatious than he gave her credit for though, and very brave to do such a thing as she just did to the Prince while restrained. He knew that if the pair came to blows, he wouldn't be able to do much unless requested. While the young man's skills with a sword were unparalleled, he had no wish to put them to use today. So instead, he just gave the Princess a small smile if she were to look in his direction, one that just held a kind warmth as he observed the pair. Ezekiel was not going to break protocol and interrupt the Prince.

"Smart girl, done your homework I see. But I've got a better idea. Rather than wrecking my hall, why don't we... you know what? I'll let you enjoy the naivety while it lasts." He strode behind her, pushing the hunters out of his way and grabbed the bindings on her wrists. Spotting Ezekiel, he motioned for him to come over as he hoisted Hayley up enough where she could half-walk, half-crawl as he started pulling her towards the back of the hall.

"Ezekiel," He called as he lifted Hayley up. "Get these men their reward and send them on their way. After that, meet me downstairs." He said smiling. The way he said downstairs seemed to have an ominous tone to it, one that he always enjoyed saying. The tone however, fit. As he nearly tossed Hayley down the stairs the lights grew slowly dimmer, reduced to smoldering torches that lined the spiral stairwell every few dozen steps. Finally, after a few dozen flights of steps, the area opened up to a large, dank room.

The low lights glinted off the forms of rusted steel cages and old stained hooks hanging from the ceiling. "Welcome to your own personal hell Winterhold." He remarked coldly. Opening a nearby cage, he shoved her in and followed after her, the latch locking behind him. "We'll keep you here, alive obviously, until we get what we need. This cell here? It can be super heated to stop even your cold demeanor dead in its tracks, courtesy of yours truly." He stepped behind her, slicing the rope around her hands with his sword and quickly grabbing her wrists. He pinned her to a cold iron table and brought extending chains from the floor that pinned her arms to it. "Same with the table." He added, chaining her legs down.

"Now then, I'll be right over here," He said, stepping our of the cage and sitting on a stool nearby. "And you can either get some rest, or waste your energy. Your call. Just remember," his hand flew over to a small metal pedestal and he began pumping heat into it. The heat traveled through the metal and into the table, slowly building. "I'm in control here."

Ezreal quietly waited after watching the fire prince treat hayley so poorly. it infuriated him to the point of which he almost gave away his position but he managed to contain his composer and stay hidden in the shadows. Ezreal whispered something into ghost's ear and ghost quietly fled the hall to wait outside for his masters signal. Ghost was a very strong ally but he was too big to stay hidden for long and it would be harder for Ezreal to hide him in the prison area.

Soon Ezreal noticed The prince and a strong looking guard-like man, who could have been the captain of the guard, drag the princess to the dungeon. Ezreal followed them keeping his distance and using the shadows to blend in. finally they stopped in the prison and threw her into a cage. Ezreal had to do something to let her know he was there but to not alert anyone else. He noticed the heat being pump into the cage and had a great idea. The nprincess must have been sweating at least a little bit from the cage and the overall heat in the part of Israphel, He hated the heat and sweating especially. He concentrated and slowly frose small droplets of sweat that were on her palm. it was only a little bit, he couldn't do much on account of how strong the prince's heat was, but at least it would let her know that an ally was nearby. he sat and waited for an opening to save the queen and had Ghost waiting outside the castle for a quick getaway or at least some help in the fighting departement if they needed it.

Hayley was taken by Ulmo and pushed towards some evil looking staircase that descended into something that she could only guess would be not pleasurable at all. She looked at the guard that Ulmo had instructed and gave him a worried look then looked back at Ulmo who was smiling an almost twisted and scary smile as he said where they were to meet up.

Ulmo shoved her down the steps and she would have fallen down the cold stone if not for his tight grip on her bindings around her wrist. She clenched her fists and walked down the stairs in front of Ulmo, past the torches with orange flames. She missed her own castle surprisingly. Instead of nasty orange and red torches they had, in place, blue fire torches, a specialty in their kingdom. Her father refused to have anything that could relate to the Inferno king in his Kingdom and Hayley guessed it went the same for the Inferno King as well, wherever he was. Maybe he'd show up to watch the daughter of his worst enemy be tortured or something.

Hayley was brought to their dungeons which looked exactly like the torture chambers they had in the Frost lands, where they would question people from the Flames. She looked around scared as she was cut free. She squirmed and struggled as she was strapped down to a table. "Welcome to your own personal hell Winterhold. We'll keep you here, alive obviously, until we get what we need. This cell here? It can be super heated to stop even your cold demeanor dead in its tracks, courtesy of yours truly. Same with the table." He said in a menacing tone.

He stepped out and sat close to her on the other side of the cage and pumped heat into the cage and table. She felt the heat slowly build and struggled uncomfortable as it started to sting a little. She tried to blow frost onto her chains and body to cool down but all that came out was cold breathe, no foggy cold mist, or ice. She started to get scared at knowing how vulnerable she now was. She struggled and yelled to Ulmo, "You can't treat me like this! If I weren't in here you'd be crawled on the floor with a frostbit body! Stop this now Ulmo! Oh wait or should I call you by your royal name Anthony?" She looked at him her eyes big blue and innocent. She smiled softly at him as she was sweating from the intense heat. She'd never experienced this before and squirmed at her discomfort.

"Now then, I'll be right over here, and you can either get some rest, or waste your energy. Your call. Just remember, I'm in control here."

Suddenly she felt a weird sensation on her hands. It was slightly cold and when she looked down she saw there was frozen drops of her sweat laying in her palm. She quickly looked around, but all she could see was Ezekiel and the prince. But then her eye caught the familiar white hair hiding on the other side of the dungeon. She smiled to herself as she said, "You know I thought the Prince of Flames was braver than this. Turns out you're still scared of a girl who doesn't have any powers and is weak in a cage. Why doesn't the brave Inferno King to be, come in here and actually fight. I don't have my ice elements to fight back do I?" She smirked at the prince, and laughed softly to herself.

Ezekiel saw that glint in the Prince's eyes and he inwardly sighed. If it was one thing that the young man hated, it was torture. The concept just felt all kinds of wrong to him in so many ways. It went against everything that his father taught him, everything that the flame that burned within his body felt, and he just knew that the Prince was doing it on purpose to mess with him. However, being a subordinate to the royal family, all Ezekiel could do was bow and obey. And so, he marched off with the soldiers that captured the young ice maiden, in order to give them their reward for capturing such a "prize."

Oh wow, how declaring a person as a prize just sent a bad taste in his mouth. The men that followed him seemed to notice and snickered, but they soon shut up when the young man's molten silver gaze landed on them, reminding them of just why he was made a Praetorian Guard. The gaze promised swift death, one that they couldn't avoid if they kept that up. Once they quieted, he kept walked before he got to the treasury. Marching in, he grabbed enough coin for the job and handed it to all of them, before his gaze softened a little and he added some more from his own pocket. "Go enjoy yourselves tonight. The rest of the day is your's to spend as you see fit."

Once they all left, he walked back down to the room and noticed a man that he'd never seen before. By the feeling that the White Flame within him was giving off, the man was of the Frost Kingdom. While he wasn't suppose to let the man live, he saw that this person was keeping the Princess from hurting too much so he merely rapped his knuckles over the man's head as he passed by and into the room. Ezekiel saw how the Princess was being effected, and he frowned, visibly. "My Prince...is this truly necessary? I can tell that the only reason she's acting like this is because it gets a rise out of you." He gave the Princess a silent look to just go along with it. He didn't want to see her suffering, he hated seeing anyone suffering.

A large firm hand would grip the shoulders of the young Praetor, the already hot room began to grow noticeably hotter as that hand belonged to non other than the wrathful Inferno King himself, the intimidating bearded man towered well over six feet and with a straight back and broad shoulders his presence simply demanded attention so much so that it perplexed those who served him to no end how he could enter a room so silently. " Now now, I trust our young Praetor isn't questioning his superiors is he? It would be a shame if his loyalties would have to be called into question wouldn't it " his voice was deep, gruff and powerful and as he spoke his grip tighten slightly while the spot he touched rapidly heated up to the point were even a native to the fire kingdom would feel the burn. His eyes were dead locked on the little princess of snow and a fir burned behind them that showed the good times were only just beginning, his grip on Ezekiel loosened while he moved him to the side not too forcefully and crossed the room to were the fruits of his labor remained cadged like a bird with clipped wings.

" My boy does know how to treat guest does he not? " He asked facetiously as he turned his head to give an approving nod to his son Ulmo, it was clear that he was pleased to be thereafter prolonged dealings with those in his court, he often complained that the politics of his court were far more tiresome than his years spent alone in the wilderness as a young boy and after being locked in a power struggled with the Frost kingdom it was a comfort to know that he now had a bit of an upper hand. There was only one of three ways they would respond to the capture of their princess, they would either send someone to sneak in a rescue her, attack in attempts of rescuing her, or attempt to negotiate for her all of which he was very prepared for. When he looked back to the captured princess he could almost laugh at the look of pure hatred she gave him, as if she could with her eyes alone drive tiny daggers into his heart, fortunately for her he was not particularly fond of torturing captives himself though him being that close to the cage was more than enough to cause her throat to dry up and he knew it.

" I hope you find your.. accommodations to your liking, we plan on keeping you here for a long time, hopefully your dear mommy and daddy have the gall to attack my kingdom for you so I can have the pleasure of hacking them to pieces with this " he said in a patronizing tone as the pulled the straps loose that held his axe to his waist, as soon as he did so the room itself began to feel like a hot box and he snapped his fingers as he said " Until then you just sit tight " soon after that one of his personal aids hurried down with a tankard of water and placed it on the inside of the cage, he did this for two reason; to see if she was fool enough or brave enough to try anything with it, and to keep her from dehydrating completely as the presence of him and his son was most likely overwhelming already so far from her element.

Hayley was burning up quick. It felt like she was a fish without water in a desert. She had never experienced such intense heat before in her life and didn't know how to deal with it. She only hoped it would end soon. When she turned her head in the direction of the people speaking her eyes widen. She saw the Inferno King for the first time in all his mightiness. She stared at him as he walked up behind the high ranking guard and told him that Ulmo was doing a fine job in keeping her contained.

Hayley struggled against her chains as much as she could, but with the presence of the King and Prince, along with the prince channeling his own intense body heat into her cage, the heat was draining her own energy from her body, causing her to be tired and weak. She was starting to grow sleepy, but couldn't give into the feeling, since she knew if she did they could do whatever they wanted with her and she knew she was already vulnerable, but even more so if she was unconscious.


"I hope you find your.. accommodations to your liking, we plan on keeping you here for a long time, hopefully your dear mommy and daddy have the gall to attack my kingdom for you so I can have the pleasure of hacking them to pieces with this. Until then you just sit tight " The King said to the princess. This infuriated her to the point where she suddenly had a burst of energy and struggled and squirmed around on the table, probably getting a rise out of the spectators around her.

"If you dare touch them I will bend the water in your blood and kill you from the inside out!" She glared at him and settled herself down. 'Why the hell did I just say that...I'm in such trouble now.' Hayley thought to herself.

After, she had said that a servant from the king brought over a tankard full to the brim with water. Hayley however wasn't naiive to this call to action or "Act of Kindness" from the king. She knew that he wanted to see how she fought or if he just needed to make sure she survived for a negotiation.

Hayley was dying of thirst slowly, from the intense heat in the dungeon, and from the turn of events that started her day. Hayley nodded her head at the tin cup and made her fingers gesture an up motion to the water. Suddenly the water came out of the cup and over to her in a big cloud of water. She held the cloud of water in her hand, and broke apart tiny pieces of it into her mouth. She drank half the water, enough to get her strength back slightly and enough to give her her ability to create frost. She then made her hands totally flat and sent the water onto chains around her wrists. She blew on the water and froze the chains. Hayley ripped her arms up and freed her hands from their bonds. Hayley made movements and motions with her arms to do the same thing with her ankles. Now free, she walked up to the king and held onto the bars of the cage which were pretty hot.

"I promise I won't cause any trouble for you sir. I'm terribly thirsty..." She batted her eyes up at the King in an innocent way, then walked over towards Ulmo. She reached out of the cage and sent an icicle that attached itself to Ulmo's clothing and pulled on it and brought him up against the cage. She took the ice away and put in back into the tankard. Hayley pressed her forehead against the bars and held herself up. All of the energy she wasted on getting free had gotten to her and she slowly slid to the floor. She grabbed onto Ulmo's leg and looked up at him. "Please Ulmo, can you get me water? I'll be good I swear." She asked him and pouted up at him.

Annabeth walked through the woods calm and collected. It was unusual considering that she was of Ice origin, a High Ranking Knight of the Royal Guard. She slowly came to a large wall and that stood about 20 feet high. She was on a mission, a mission to search and rescue another knight from the clutches of the prison in the Inferno King's castle. "Man I wish I was an Ice elementalist." She said annoyed to herself. Annabeth was born a Frost Healer she was an orphan and taken in by the Knights of Winterhold, the King's Royal Guard. She was an honored knight for her abilities and a close reliable ally to the King and his family. She was friends of the Princess and always protected her as they grew up together, like a personal body guard. Annabeth smiled at the things that she and Hayley did throughout the castle when they were little.

Annabeth shook her head and returned her focus to getting over the massive wall before her. She knew that the deep orange bricks were only an architectural statement to foreigners, but to people who knew about the war that was currently going on, particularly, the military, knew that orange bricks within the territory of the Fire Kingdom knew only one thing. On the other side of the wall, lay a massive castle, home to her enemies, the Inferno King and Prince of Flames.

She hated them and did whatever she could to the best of her ability to keep the King, Queen, and princess safe from them. She hated the fact that the Queen had sent Hayley off by herself into the world, even if she was one of the best Ice manipulator in the land third to her parents, that is. She thought that she was supposed to go with Hayley being she had protected her basically all her life but the queen was only thinking what would be best for her daughter and besides the princess was better at creating and controlling ice better than herself so Annabeth didn't need to worry about her, but still thought about Hayley quite often.

Annabeth saw a tree and jumped up grabbing the branch and pulling herself up. She made her way up the tree to a sturdy looking branch that happened to hang over the top of the wall and stop at about half way down the 20 foot wall. She ran across the branch and slid down the rest of the way once she was over the wall. She hit the ground with a thud and then felt a pain in her foot. She landed on her ankle slightly but pushed through the pain, she was too much in the open to heal it with frost for the moment.

She ran over limping to a wall of the castle and slid down it, and into a sitting position. She opened her canteen and poured the water onto her ankle. She froze the water around her hands, like gloves made out of snow, and held her ankle. She winced but only loud enough for someone hiding behind the corner she was next to to hear. Annabeth made the frosty snow glow as she put some of her energy into healing her ankle. She let out a sigh of relief as the pain went away fairly quickly as she turned the snow back into water and into her canteen around her waist. She stood up and turned walking around the corner of the castle.

Ezekiel just glanced at the King as he could feel the flame within him resisting the power that the Inferno King tried to push into him. Due to the resistance of his flame, all he felt was just the pressure of the man's squeeze before he walked off. Choosing to remain quiet once the two royals were in the same room he merely studied the Princess as she pleaded and teased the Prince, and he marveled at how easily the man was being tricked by the young woman. So when he was asked by the Prince to go get his target, Ezekiel merely bowed before leaving the room to find it.

Once he left the room, Ezekiel let the frown that he'd been feeling cover his face. "Enjoyment...and fun out of torturing others? That's not exciting at all." He practically spat out as he moved to the range to pick up the Prince's target. His footsteps echoed through the halls as he walked down to fetch the target. Once he entered the range from the back, he deftly dodged all the arrows they launched in his direction as he picked up the target and dodged his way back out the door. Making back to the dungeons, he hung up the target before bowing to the royals in the room. "As per the schedule that you gave me, my King, I need to go make my rounds of the grounds." Bowing again, he backed out of the room before making his way outside.

Once the young Praetor made his way outside, he breathed in the crisp air. After doing that, Ezekiel started walking the grounds as per his normal procedure. That's when he noticed the branch over one of the walls and his silver gaze studied the area before he started stalking the steps he saw in the ground. Once he rounded the corner that's when he found the black haired young lady dressed as a member of the Ice Kingdom. Silently walking up to young woman, he quickly bound her hands and hauled her upright. "And just what is a young lady from the Ice Kingdom doing here?"

Ezreal was still hiding in the shadow while the Fire Kingdom men talked and waited for the perfect time to strike. Ezreal hated to see the princess like this, he had to save her no matter the cost. It was his duty. Finally both mean left leaving only the princess and the prince of fire. he sat for 5 minutes thinking of a way to get her out. It was risky but it was the only way to get her out. It would require the ultimate sacrifice. hopefully he could get the princess out of the cage before the prince captured both of them.

It was time to execute the plan. Ezreal snuck up behind the prince and knocked the chair back having the prince fall backwards. he quickly ran up to the cage and used all of his power to freeze the cages door joints and the door came off. "hurry princess run, when you get outside whistle really loudly, Ghost will come and pick you up. you will know what i mean when you get there. I will stay behind and distract the prince for as long as i can. try to avoid getting caught again, id like my sacrifice to not .be for waste if at all possible." he said with a hint of a smile at the end. "now go." he said turning around to face the prince of flame who was just now getting back up.

"i wont be able to beat you but i can sure buy the princess some time." Ezreal said to the prince. He pulled out two hilts that looked like katana hilts that were pure white. Once he added some power blades started to grow out of the hilts, blades of ice.

Hayley was picked up by the arms and pulled up to a standing position by Ulmo. She looked at him mazed at how strong he was, although in her case she wasn't the heaviest load, being a descendent of ice she was petite and fragile, like a sheet of ice. He began teasing her, "You know you really shouldn't provoke dear old dad. After all you are under his rule now." he whispered into her ear. As he let her go, he dismissed his father from the dungeon, saying he had the situation under control.

Ulmo began radiating the cage, making it look like he wasn't doing such a thing. This action from Ulmo made her clutch her stomach at the immense heat that swallowed her up and zapped her of her energy. "Who knows, maybe if she behaves, I'll put her in the deluxe cage?" He said, mockingly? He turned to her and pinched her cheek which hurt her. She clenched her teeth and ripped herself away from his grasp.

Ulmo teased her by tapping the metal of the cage sending intense waves of heat into it. She looked at him with sad pleading eyes, asking him in a soft weak voice, "Please, Ulmo, please stop, let me go please." She felt incredibly weak and looked at him with innocent eyes.

He asked the guard to fetch him his target and she hoped that she wouldn't become a moving target for his crossbow practice. How much she wanted to have her bow and run away again in the woods.

Suddenly, her train of thought was interrupted by the sight of the boy hiding behind some equipment, sneak up behind the prince. She knew this boy, as her duty was to know all the citizens by name and picture she recongized him as Ezreal. "Ezreal!" she called out as he opened the door to her cage and pushed the prince off the chair. She quickly gathered her strength and stepped out from her confined space. Hayley looked at him sadly, she didn't want to leave him but knew if she stayed she'd get caught again.

"Ezreal you can't please come with me." she asked sweetly begging him. "you'll get hurt." she was now at the stairs on the first step of the stairs. She grabbed her weapons that were in a chest by the stairwell going up. She put her bow and sheth over her shoulder and stared at the two enemy's about to duel and potentially get hurt over her.

Adenah's head was hurting like crazy, but at least it didn't feel like the earth was spinning anymore. She was sneaking around the castle trying to find her daggers and her bag, when suddenly she heard yelling and something being knocked over from one of the stairs leading down to the dungeons.

"Ezreal can't you please come with me?" A girl was talking, but Adenah wasn't able to see her from her hiding spot behind one of the giant columns in the hall. "You'll get hurt."

Her inner thief immediately took over and she began to sneak over towards the stairs. Maybe the person had some kind of weapon Adenah could "borrow". She didn't like how vulnerable she felt without her daggers, all she got was the tiny knife in her boot. The person speaking didn't seem like a threat at all. Besides, she would really need something to protect herself with if she wanted to get away alive.

Adenah reached the stairs and glanced down. A girl was standing with a bow and some arrows at the end of the stairs. Adenah was just about to run down and jerk it away from her when she realised the girl was dressed in the Kingdom of Frost's clothes. Another man from the frost kingdom was also down there. Adenah didn't notice the prince of fire who was crawling on the ground. So that's the reason I'm not dead yet! Adenah thought and started laughing. Those two icy morons were the reason she was alive! "You've got to be kidding me!" she bursted without caring that they saw her. No way she was going to be caught when they had two ice people at the castle! All the attention had been at them, that's why she could almost just walk around the castle without anyone caring. She suddenly felt all confident again and she started laughing. Somehow she just always managed not to get killed and it felt great. "God simply just loves me, huh?" she said and placed her hands on her hips. The little fear she had felt only minutes ago was gone, but that was probably because she hadn't noticed the prince on the floor.

Ezreal fell onto his knees in agony. He hated the heat and now it felt like his body was on fire and he couldn't move. "Go!" he screamed to the princess "he is way too powerful for me to handle, ill only be able to last for a couple of seconds." he said knowing what he had to do, his family had a secret ice power passed down generation by generation. The only problem with this move was that there was a 90 percent chance of death if used. Ezreal could not see any other option at the moment. The princess had to be saved and he was the only one there to do it.

Ezreal gathered up all his strength and unleashed his move. Suddenly the rods broke and Ezreal floated in the air, Angel wings made of ice grew out of his back and his eyes turned white. He opened his mouth and all of a sudden hundreds of small ice needles shout out at Ulmo with a flap of his ice wings. after the needles came out the wings shattered and Ezreal fell onto the floor with a loud thump. He managed to mumble "run princess." before he completely blacked out.

"Ezreal!" Hayley screamed shocked as Ulmo stabbed Ezreal. He had saved her from the Fire kingdom and Inferno King, she couldn't just let him die. She took a step down the stairs when the flames suddenly parted and Ulmo was in the middle in front of Ezreal. " "Run Hayley. While you can." She cocked her head to the side at his plead to her. Why would he just all of a sudden let her go like that? She was the Princess of Snow...Did he know how much trouble he'd be in...probably a death penalty even for a Prince like himself.

Hayley stepped off of the stairs and stood defiantly in front of Ulmo, just two meters in fact. Nothing was going to stop her from getting to Ezreal. Her eyes glowed an eerie pure white, it looked unnatural and almost painful for the spectator seeing her in this state. It was a state of being that meant she was enraged. She lifted her arms up and sent frost and ice out of her hands, extinguishing all of the flames in the room and replacing it with snow piles and ice and frost. She felt her eyes turn back to their normal electric blue shade and then she felt all her anger out of her. She made her way to Ezreal, shoved Ulmo aside as she manipulated the snow under Ezreal and lifting him up to her chest, he now being atop an enormous pile of snow. She moved her bow to rest only on her left shoulder as she lifted Ezreal's arms over and around her neck. She half carried, half dragged him past Ulmo and to the stairs.

"You coming Ulmo?" She asked glancing back at him. It's almost as if she read his mind, since the only logical explanation for letting her go free was that Ulmo planned on leaving his own Kingdom.

Adenah finally realized what was happening in front of her. She hated people from the Kingdom of Frost and even more did she hate the Kingdom of Fire's prince and king. But it was obvious that the people in front of her needed to escape just as much as herself. She didn't understand Ulmo's or the girls actions at all, but she quickly decided to take advantage of them. No way she would get out alone and without weapons. A torch was hanging on the wall close to Adenah. She focused on it with her eyes and made a gesture with her hand down towards the ice girl carrying the other male. The flame from the torch quickly shot down and set fire to the first couple of steps of the wood staircase. "Wait a second frosty," Adenah said without knowing that the girl was Princess Winterhold. "Don't tell me that you were actually planning to leave without me?" She shot down some more flames from another torch. "How mean!"

Aksel who up until now had been too preoccupied to do so finally found the time to drop by the dungeons, as the eldest son it was imperative that he never slacked in his training for any reason if he was to one day challenge his father for the throne, he knew now was far too soon for the Inferno King's power was still far greater than his. By the time he reached the door to the chamber which the ice princess was said to have been held prisoner he knew immediately that something was amiss, when he touched the handle it was ice cold as if the room behind the door had been turned into a meat locker ' Oh Ulmo, don't tell me that with all that power you managed to be overcome by a woman on your own homeland ' he thought to himself, he was somewhat not surprised by it seeing as most of his combat training happened under the tutelage of average soldiers while he himself had been training from birth to wield his power as a master would. Before opening the door he held his arms out in front of him with his palms down, with a large intake of breath he brought his hands palms in towards over stomach and exhaled slowly as he slowly brought his palms up until they were at his chest pointed up to his chin. He could feel the flames within building in his chest and his whole body began to heat up, he was now prepared for the possible confrontation that waited for him beyond the door, he turned the handle and pushed in the door to find the prisoner princess and the base of the stairs dragging a seemingly lifeless body while Ulmo mealy stood there.

The whole room was filled with snow which probably meant he had been defeated, perhaps he was too weak now to stop her ' foolish younger brother ' he thought, to be defeated even while he held all the cards, her head was tearned towards Ulmo so he was just about to announce himself and the fact that her attempts at escape were at an end, that is until he heard her say the words "You coming Ulmo?" He almost laughed, was she attempting to take him prisoner now, it was an amusing thought until he saw the look on Ulmo's face ' Wait, he's not at all injured, how did she.." and in that moment it all clicked, she hadn't forced her way out at all, he was allowing her to escape! Rage began to build in him but he knew better than to go immediately on the offensive seeing as if he was correct it would be two against one, he had the high ground and the entrance blocked off so he had at least that advantage.

" I had heard father trusted you to keep our bargaining chip well in her place, do not tell me you are betraying that trust brother " He said through clenched teeth, his fist clenched as their necks snapped in surprise, though his expression was a facade of calmness his body language alone made would make it all too clear that he was ready to ready to leave her and his "brother' as shriveled black corpses.