A/N: Hi everyone! I haven't posted any stories in forever. I must admit, I'm more of a fanfic-reader than a writer, and so have loads of ideas that I never put to paper (or laptop, really). However, I wrote this for a school competition with a theme of 'Magic?' and, as you may notice, Eladeth is actually just a character with Leo Valdez's powers and Elsa's attitude towards hers. So, enjoy, and REVIEW PLEASE! I know I'm not amazing, but guys, I'm not even 14 yet. Gimme a break. And help me improve my other stories Here you go :D

At first, there was darkness. As I fought to wake, fought the heavy sleep that was fighting back just as fiercely, a thought came into my semi-active brain. I needed light. So I made some.

(Three years later)

For weeks I have been struggling, trying desperately to keep my eyes open, to keep running, to get as far away from there as possible. But it keeps coming back to me; whenever I fall asleep, whenever I let my mind wander from anything other than the run. And whenever I see Caleb. I see him everywhere now, even when I have been running for hours on end, and have nothing on my mind except for the tiredness and the hunger. And the cold. The cold inside of me that keeps begging to be quenched, the cold that I have promised to leave alone.

But tonight my mind caved in.

"No!" I watch the fire take control. Crimson flames washing the ground, sparks flying, smoke filling the air. The cold in my heart is quenched, but it has been replaced by another emotion. Fear.

"Eladeth!" Caleb runs out of our camp, panic all over his face. "You promised. You said you…" Another cry echoes through the air. A youngling.

I can still see the fear on his face. "Go!" he yells. "I'll get him out of wherever he is!" But I shake my head. I should go. The flames won't hurt me. "Eladeth. They'll find you. They'll hunt you down. They will force it out of you. Then they'll kill you. I can do this. Just run. I'll be right behind you. I promise."

I promise. I promise. Oh, Caleb. Truth-teller, weaver of fortune, seer of present and things yet to come, you had never lied. Until then.

I give in. My shoulders sag, and I sign to him, "Go. Hurry." He gives me that cocky grin and runs back into the flames. But I don't run. I ignore what he told me, what he commanded me. I wait at the edge of the camp. He'll come, and then we'll go together.

I never should have let go. It's my fault. All of it.

After five minutes, I know something is wrong. I try to run back, but they have arrived. In their black suits, with their guns and their needles. Looking for me.

As I turn to flee, one catches sight of me. They sprint towards me, pulling out guns, taking aim as their feet pound the ground. So I take the only route left. I run into the fire.

No. Don't remember. Bad. Those are bad thoughts. They might make you spark again. You promised. Promised yourself, promised Caleb, promised the emptiness inside. You promised not to remember, not to give in, and not to end the cold. It can't happen again.

I can't allow myself to remember brave Caleb's fall, or why he went back. He was trying to save me. It's my fault he went. If the camp hadn't caught alight, if I hadn't fallen prey to his powers. If I do remember, I will feel all of the pain again, as if the old scars on my arms have been reopened. If I allow the pain to win, it will all happen again. I can't let anyone else go because of me.

Just as I found someone who trusted me, who was the same as me, who didn't want to find out how I did it, or why I don't talk. Just as I found someone who loved me as much as I loved them, they went. Destroyed by me. By the curse. By magic.

The flames will not hurt their creator. They will never hurt me.

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