A/n: This will be kind of a story that has no meaning to it, as in it has no planned plot and no defined ending. I'll just write whatever's on my mind.
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I do not own Frozen.
Chapter Two: New Companionship
"Ready?" Trevor asked, standing in the doorway and blocking the light to Arken's sparse room. Brown wallpaper was the only thing decorating the walls and hastily laid bricks textured the floor. A mattress and a patchwork quilt rested on the bed stand.
Arken picked up the backpack that Trevor had made for her and nodded. "I'm ready," she said, thinking of the wide open spaces that she would soon be exploring.
"You have to say farewell to the other fracturelings," Trevor said.
Arken shook her head. "I'm fine," she protested. "They won't miss me anyway." She knew she sounded like a kid, but it was true. Everyone had been give a day off from training because of Arken's leaving. All throughout the short breakfast, she had fended off the many glares from the other kids.
Trevor sighed. "If you insist," he said, leading her out of the room and into the entrance courtyard.
Arken nodded, uncomfortable with the silence and ready to take off. Trevor faced her and sighed. "Go," he said, dropping his gaze to her feet. Arken started to protest but he held up a hand and trudged away.
The world. The wide, unknown world just sitting there waiting for her to discover it, to find out what she had been missing while trapped in the training center.
Arken straightened her shoulders and walked along the stone path. She passed the gardens and smelled the sweet exotic flowers for the last time. She reached the archway under which she and the others had played when they were young and just recruited.
Finally, she reached the gates, the stone gargoyles still and frightening. When she was younger, Arken had name the on the left Sarah and the one on the right Emilae.
As she passed through the gates, she ran her hand along the side of the Sarah. "Goodbye, friends," Arken whispered. Sarah seemed to shiver along her length and Emilae's tail seemed to twitch.
Arken stared at the gargoyles for a moment. Sarah's stone body seemed to loose the grey color. Arken looked closer. Sarah was turning red.
A growl from Emilae confirmed the fact that her old friends really were coming alive. Arken's magic was alive, too, but this was different. Stone into real flesh and blood-unheard of!
Arken watched as Emilae turned into a purple gargoyle and pulled herself off of the stone pillar which she sat on. Sarah the red gargoyle walked up to Arken and looked at her. Arken stared back at Sarah until she disappeared.
Arken stepped back. Disappearing gargoyles that lived? Was this the result of the oatmeal she had this morning?
Emilae sat down next to Arken, who stared at the unmoving animal. Then Arken took a step forward. So did Emilae. Arken stepped back. Emilae copied her steps exactly.
Shrugging, Arken set off toward Hamilton Town. She planned to get supplies, sleep for a few nights, and then continue to Arrowpoint Village, where she would stay until something interesting happened.
Arken walked until dusk, halfway to Hamilton Town. On the grassy plains right below the mountains, she set up her camp, lighting a small fire but making an ice cloak around her.
Emilae prowled the camp-Arken still didn't get why they came alive, or why Sarah had disappeared. But eventually, after a dinner of mushroom stew, Arken wrapped her quilts around her and fell asleep.
Daybreak came swiftly, and when Arken woke up, Emilae was a stern sentinel over the small hill, which seemed to have burst into flowers and other life overnight. Squirrels chattered and birds cheeped to each other. A pair of rabbits bounded by the remains of Arken's fire.
And, strangely enough, Sarah had appeared. Her red nose was stuck in the food bag that Arken had so carelessly left out, and it was swinging back and forth as Sarah tried to free herself. Arken laughed. "Here," she said. "Let me pull that out."
After she did so, she wondered at the sound of her voice. It was the only sound she had heard in eighteen hours, and maybe this was what isolation was. Perhaps that's why her sister Elsa had gone back to her kingdom so quickly.
Arken quickly packed up her stuff and looked around for Sarah. That gargoyle had a nasty habit for disappearing without warning. Emilae looked ready to move, excitement somehow making its way onto the front of its stone face.
Arken walked all the way to Hamilton Town without any disturbance.
When she was at the front gate, she wondered what she would do with Emilae. It was hard to be inconspicuous when there was a stone gargoyle next to her. A live stone gargoyle.
When Arken turned around, Emilae was gone. Arken looked around, searching. Her eyes lit upon a small stone gargoyle laying on the ground. It was purple and looked exactly like Emilae.
Arken shrugged and picked up the statue. She put it in her pack and then walked through the entrance.
A/n: Maybe I do have an idea for this...