Chapter Seven
To ZaneWalker: Don't worry, it WON'T end well. Trust me.
Jay's POV
Well, this was just great. Guy who controls fire, our fire guy is out cold. At least we have our ice guy. I watched in fascination as Zane froze anything he saw.
Unfortunately, that included me, Cole, and Kai.
I heard a whoosh outside. It was the bounty landing.
Lloyd's POV
I was pretty sure that Cresent knew how to defend herself, seeing the people in her hometown. But just in case, I told her to stay behind me. She pouted and rolled her eyes.
The door was locked. I kicked it down to find a winter wonderland. Zane was panting, and everyone and everything was frozen solid. We quickly picked up the block of ice that contained Cole, Jay, and the unconscious Kai. Cresent was looking around.
"I know this place." She whispered. "This is... This is my house!" Cresent ran around the place, looking at and touching everything. When she found a block of ice with a old man in it, she stumbled and fell. She ran back to me and used me as a human sheild.
"That-thats my d-dad." Cresent stuttered, pointing a shakey finger.
Zane's POV
I was tired. It wasn't easy to freeze seven fire monsters and one fire controller. I glanced at the backup that had just arrived. I watched as Cresent ran around, then tripped on the ice with the old man in it. She let out a soft scream and ran to hide behind Lloyd. Cresent whispered something to him that I could not hear. Lloyd's eyes widened.
"We should get back on the bounty." Nya spoke up. Cresent kneeled down and picked up some ice. Suddenly, her palm glowed red and the ice melted.
"Oh my God." She muttered. "I thought it went away." Cresent stood back up and walked to the fireplace. She touched the logs, and they danced with flame.
"Cresent, what's happening?" Asked Lloyd uneasily. Cresent looked at me.
"Day we met." She said. I remembered.
*flashback*
I was walking to the lake, my favorite place to meditate. When I got there, there was already a girl by the edge. She was drawing pictures with the tip of her finger. On the tip was a small flame. I stared at her.
"Inherited from my father." She said.
*end flashback*
"That's... Your dad..." I said. Cresent nodded. "He... You... Slap... The bruises..." Cresent began to cry.
I knew too much.
