FIRE AND ICE
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Then the white haired and silver-eyed woman was gone and all that remained was a weeping woman and the stain of blood dripping off the silver dagger onto the white marble floor.
Slowly Demyx opened the door to peer around, desperately hoping that Saix wasn't about. He slumped in relief when the blue haired male wasn't. Then he slipped silently from his room and strolled down the hallway a slight spring in his step.
The woman stirred and sat up and in a bell-like voice asked, "Where am I?" Then a blonde haired boy turned the corner and froze, staring at her.
She smiled faintly and said, "Hello, I'm Mist. Who are you?" He grinned and replied, "I'm Demyx." Mist stood then looked at him and asked, "Where am I?"
"The World That Never Was." A cold voice retorted.
Mist gasped and spun around to focus on a dark skinned silver haired man. Her silver eyes widened and she backed away from him a step and stated, "You are empty. And cold." The man looked slightly astonished and said, "Well, it would seem we have a new friend."
Mist shuddered and jumped when a black-gloved hand closed around her arm between the shoulder and the elbow. She was spun around to face a bluish gray haired male about her age. "Let go!" She snapped and pulled weakly away from him. But he tightened his grip and then both were surrounded by darkness.
They reappeared in a doorless cell, where the man released her and she collapsed glaring at him with rage and dark hatred in her eyes, which were partially hidden by her white hair.
He smirked slightly then strode away from her into a dark swirling hole.
