The Ice Warrior
Prologue
I sighed in frustration and boredom as I lied upside down on the soft crimson bench in the dark hallway of our mansion, the moon shining brightly from the large window on the wall opposite to me. Well, I guess it would be more appropriate to say 'their' mansion. My long creamy pale legs were lying up against the wall and my head hung over the front of the bench, my long waist length platinum blond hair was in a braid and touched the clean wooden floor carelessly. My naturally big sparkly blue eyes shined brightly with a natural glow.
Sometimes I think that's what attracted them to me, but deep down, I knew what they really wanted. Or rather, what they had. My power. Ever since I was 5 and capable they had literally taken over my life. The only thing that ever remained was my little sister, Anna. She was the reason I remained with them and let them use me for their dark purposes. I looked up at the ceiling with a sigh and touched my neck, feeling the sleek, thick silver band around it.
Ever since I tried that escape attempt about 6 years ago with Anna they had put restrictions on me so I couldn't use my power unless it was to fight. I touched my wrists feeling the same metal bands on the both of them. I guess I should explain, huh?
You see, I'm what everyone in the world besides my sister, thinks of as a monster. I have unnatural strength and speed. Also quick regeneration, which makes me the perfect weapon for war I guess. But that's not what makes me so special, no. It was my power, I have the ability to control, make, and manipulate ice. I know what you're thinking, not that interesting huh? Well, it's more than you think. Whenever I get the chance to play with my sister, I always find out new things about myself that I didn't know before. Like the fact that my power, was more like magic than manipulation. My power, created clothes, it created food, it….well, the last one is for later. But for the 12 year old that I am, this power should be the most amazing thing ever! But it wasn't… It was a curse. I was only able to use this power during wars that they made me fight, for killing, for hurting people. I hated this about myself. I'm only 12 years old and I've killed more people than I can count.
With a sigh I sat up straight and looked out the window in front of me, I looked up at the moon as it shined brightly down at me. I used to be allowed to spend so much time with my sister Anna, but lately I haven't been able to. I was pulled off to fight a lot more than usual lately. I looked down at my hands to see the dark blue fingerless fighting gloves I always seemed to wear. I feel like I'm a horrible person sometimes, I hate to kill and hurt people. But for some reason, it gives me a rush, a feeling of purpose. I love to fight and use my powers, but I hate the way I'm forced to use it. I guess that's why I'm called a monster by everyone around here. It's amazing I still have a personality anymore, but my sister keeps that alive in me.
Oh yeah, my name is Elle, and it's time I got into a bit of trouble.