The thing about circumstances is that they suck.
Some people learn this lesson the hard way.
Poor Spencer.
"Hey little peoples ..."
He trailed at the twin glares directed at him.
He saw it.
The ravanous fire.
That will not break.
Will not be washed away.
The frozen wasteland.
That can not be conquered.
Can't be burned away.
He shared an uneasy glance with Carly.
When the glares returned to each other he sat next to Carly.
He nodded to Carly showing he understood.
He waited.
For now they were all waiting.
Waiting to see who would give in.
The monsterous fire?
The wicked ice?
Hunger would claim them before the truth of the matter.
Author's Note: I know I'm evil, I just wanted to bring Spencer in as a witness.