Author's Note- Hey guys, so I finally updated the story with the third chapter, but... since It's almost our school's annual examination, I'm probably going to update it every other day, something like that. Probably. You'll never know. By the way, This Chapter introduces a new character connected to the Castle's Origin. Please Enjoy, again and also, please give me more feedback on my writing style. Peace!
Chapter 3 - Pursuit
As the storm refused to die through the night, the deathly cold winds kept Finn from sleeping soundly.
"Great, now I'll have to wear myself out." the hero said as he hopped out of the bed that failed to provide him enough warmth. He peered through the window again, checking if the storm has slowed down, but to his frustration, it didn't. The young lad gave out a small sigh of annoyance. "When will it ever end?" He muttered while staring off the distance. Looks like we can't go kick evil's butts today.. he thought while playing with the extra dagger he kept in his pocket, just in case he gets pounced on in his sleep.
As his eyes got tired of gazing through nothing but cold mist and mountains, something caught his attention. A faint shimmer of what looks like glass, polished by the rain. It was the castle in his dreams.
The desperate young hero quickly shook Jake, in an attempt to awaken him in his slumber. "Jake! Jake! It's here! Hurry!" Finn screamed in excitement. "Ugh...What, Finn?.. everyone knows Santa Claus isn't real..." The tired dog mumbled, half asleep. "Dude!" he shook him again. Knowing that simply just shaking him won't wake him up, he grabbed some pepper in his pocket and rubbed it in between his huge, black nose. Shortly, the magic dog was awakened by his own sneeze. "Huh? Finn! I was in the middle of a awesome dream! And you ruined it!" Jake said in frustration. "Sorry dude, I just...really need you to look at the window, just for a sec.." the hero requested with a little guilt in his eyes. The dog, full of understanding in his heart, got up and scurried to the window.
"I see nothin' but mist." Jake doodled through the moist glass. "Look harder! It's beyond the mountains! Look!" As the hero moved the dog's head to the direction to where the castle's supposed be, his face expressed an exotic blend of disdain and bewilderment. "Then again, I still see nothin. I'm going back to bed." Jake slithered back to his warm "nest". "B-but...it's.." Oh, forget it, Finn. You're just seeing things again. he thought to himself. Finn began to doubt the existence of the peculiar structure.
Maybe it was just one of 'em normal dreams I kept having. The hero leaned on the side of his bed, staring through the ceiling. "Maybe I am just chasing an impossible dream." he smiled at the thought, making him look foolish enough not to spot the difference between actual reality and the subconscious one. He raised his right hand and closed his eyes and uttered these words, "Princess, I will reach you. And I will never give up no matter what the cost..."
In the midst of the flashing lightning and searing raindrops, a young mage was practicing her magic.
"Elsa, it's getting stronger. Get inside before you catch a cold." An aged man said as he opened the doors of a seemingly secluded hut near the Ice Kingdom. "Just another minute, dad. I've done this a few times anyway." the girl pleaded. "Fine. Remember, don't just splay your magic all over the place. It'll might attract people, or worse.." the old man trailed off. "I know dad. Don't worry, you can trust me, right?" she smiled. The old man couldn't utter anything but a sigh. "Yeah. 50%." he smirked as he slammed the door shut.
Jeez. Why can't he just trust me as a daughter? It's not like I'm some kind of idiot. She pouted. The white haired lass quickly spotted the perfect spot to train herself in. The frosted forest just in front of her backyard. I guess, a little training by the bridge sounds good. She gave out a smile of excitement and ran towards the entrance of the seemingly untouched group of greenery. "Wow, this is amazing." She quickly shifted her gaze from left to right, checking if anyone's spying on her.
I guess the coast is clear. she thought as she slowly crept through the wet snow below her. Elsa may be reckless, but the young mage is anything but dumb. "Who's there?" She quickly responded to the slight rustling of the frosted bushes. "Oh, it's just a squirrel." she scoffed for a sec, laughing at the point of barely freezing the poor thing. "I guess I shouldn't use this thing more often." She muttered as she looked at her palms filled with magic runes orbiting around it. "Okay then. It's time to kill some trolls."
She ran towards the tattered structure and looked below the bridge, to find no creature lurking under it. "Ah, phuwey!" She threw the magic snowball she made out of frustration. She sat there and waited, passing the time by staring at the completely dark clouds above her. "Man..Now I just wanna freeze up the sun. Why does everything goes the opposite way of what I want?" she muttered.
"You..." A voice called out. "Hm? me?" the perplexed mage pointed at herself. As she turned to her left, she saw a fairly attractive young man wielding a lantern on his right. "You shouldn't be here... Run before he gets here!" he quickly pulled her arm and gently pushed her aside. "E-excuse me? I think I have the right to know what's going on?" "Go!" the young man yelled. As she quickly glanced at the other side of the bridge, the frosted trees suddenly caught on a blaze of black fire. "Don't look back." the man instructed her. "You are just encouraging him. Now go!" he pushed her.
What's his problem? the clueless lass teared up a little, being the sensitive person she is. As she ran through the thick, white forest, the flames seem to follow her around, as if it's goal of creation was to kill her. "You shall burn!" a distorted voice passed through her ears. "What did I do to you!?" she replied with a yell. You are just encouraging him. The young mage rubbed the sweat off her brow and before she knew it, tripped over a huge root uncovered by the melting frost. Being a curious child, she looked back.
Her gaze was welcomed by a malevolent figure wielding what looks like a set of bow and arrows. Terrified, she briskly scuttled down the snow as the figure walked closer to her. "Freeze!... Freeze!" she threatened as she tried to conjure up an offensive spell. The figure, concealed by the flames, loaded an arrow aiming at a different direction. Confused for a moment, she quickly realized where it's aiming at. Her house.
Oh glob! Dad's in there! Concerned for her fathers safety, the young lass had no other choice but to fight back."Freeze!" She bellowed. The runes on her left palm shone a luster glow as a blue light consumed her hand like a burning torch. The seemingly unstoppable flames where extinguished by layers of magic ice, and the figure was somehow caught in Elsa's offensive trap. After what seems like hours of excruciating pain, the exhausted mage has gone unconscious.
"Hmn?...what was I doing again?" Elsa awoke from a deep slumber, surrounded by several spikes of ice consuming the burnt forest. As she saw her surroundings, she immediately remembered the threat that attempted to kill her and her father. Dad...oh glob! I've gotta check up on him! her heart whispered to her thoughts. She rushed through the crystal spikes created by her hand and finally,arrived at the place she called once called home.
But she wasn't welcomed by a frustrated and worried father, but a more darker and grim scene that tore her young heart apart.
The house was no more. It was reduced into a crackling wooden mess with dark ash being carried away by the ominous wind.
The shocked girl knelt, weakened by what she just saw. With bitter tears running down her pale cheeks, she uttered some words coming straight from her heart. "I didn't even say goodbye.." She covered her face with her hands, as she wept through the raging snowstorm.
Hours after, she quickly spotted the necklace her dad once wears amongst the ashes. With emotion erased from her eyes, she quickly picked the shimmering object up, and wrapped it around her fist. "Dad. I know, you don't trust me at all...but... I swear to you..." She trailed off as rubbed the tears off her eyes. "That I'm going to avenge you...then I'll finally gain ... your trust!..."
Well, that ended sadly. Of course, I'll have to add some mix of drama and action for once in a while. I hope you guys loved this chapter, and I'm waiting to be inspired by you guys again. You guys must've been asking yourselves, "What connection does Elsa have with the croak dream?" Well, The answer will probably be lying in the future chapters of the story. Please tune in, and don't forget to review!
