Yay! So, obviously, the place I'm staying at has WiFi! Hehe! Sorry it took me a while to update though, I obviously didn't want to spend every waking moment writing with a beach ten feet from my door, so… yeah. ANYWAY, a lot of you guessed the right answer to who Harry was based off of, the answer was Harry Styles. I had four people who knew the right answer: BananaBubbles98, RandomReviewer3's1direction, Jamber 111 and yep. :) Review replies:

BananaBubbles98, RandomReviewer3's1direction, Jamber 111 and yep: Thanks, and congratulations! You are correct; it is Harry Styles, because I was having a 1D obsessive moment when I wrote the first chapter, as well as Chapter 10…

LunaSibuna: Um… okay, that's a bit weird! And I'm kinda flattered you dreamt about my story! :D Thanks!

Okay, on with the story!

Eddie POV

I opened my eyes to find a completely different scene unfolding than I had been expecting. Instead of the ice blue colored water, burning my skin, I found deep green waves, splashing my face and making me shiver. I looked down, confused, as I saw the purple and pink boogie board I was sitting on. I groaned at the memory.

From years of living with my mom, grandma and sister, I had grown up surrounded by pink, frilly things, Barbie dolls and make-up. So when we had taken a trip to the beach and I had begged my mom for a boogie board, of course I had gotten the purple and pink one. I am pretty sure I caught a record of two waves the entire trip. Why I seemed to be there again, though, I could not place.

Hadn't I just been in a cave with Patricia, by a little pool, talking about voices? Hadn't I just stood up and began falling into the burning hot, clear pond? Why on earth was I inexplicably back in America, in the ocean, on a boogie board I hadn't seen since I had thrown it out five years before? I blinked, even trying slapping myself, but I couldn't shake myself away from the teal waves.

I looked around frantically, my eyes darting across the water, but I saw no one, only the vast ocean and stormy grey sky. I searched the depths of my mind, begging for anything to tell me what was going on. "Why did you bring me here?" I demanded the disembodied voice, sure it was behind this mysterious experience.

The voice did not answer, and I sighed, laying down on the girly board and paddling out into the waves, farther out, I assume, because I could not seem to locate the shore. Soon, a flaming-haired girl appeared before me, floating in the deep ocean water without a struggle to stay above the lapping waves. I drifted nearer to her, unusually drawn to her, and stared into her piercing blue eyes. Something about them stirred my memory, but I couldn't put my finger on it. "Who are you?"

The girl smiled hauntingly at me. "So, you have seen through the mist, you still realize what the present is. You truly are the Osirian," She crossed her pale white arms over her chest.

I frowned. "Um, yes? Why am I here?"

The girl looked up at the cloudy sky, the wind whipping her red hair around her face. "If you are the Osirian, and you truly want what you came for, drag yourself out of this fog. Pull yourself away from it, Osirian, go back to the real world, only if you dare. Enter the world of danger with caution, and go."

She began to fade into the mist, but I called out. "Wait, what does that mean?" I demanded. But I received no answer. The girl was gone, and the waves surrounding me were becoming hazy at the edges.

The girl's voice echoed in my mind, almost haunting. Go to the real world if you dare. Enter the world of danger with caution, go. Pull yourself away, out of this fog.

I followed the voice, like a string, dragging myself closer to reality. The cold water moved to the back of my mind, replaced by a searing pain, starting at my fingertips and beginning to creep closer towards my heart. I surrounded me, I felt pressure in my ears, and the cold wind began to fade. I opened my eyes, feeling the slicing heat of water and fire against them, if it even seemed possible.

I tried desperately to move, to break the invisible bonds tightening around my body. My eyes were the only thing I seemed to still have control over. They flitted across the dimly lit space of the underwater pond, searching for something. I couldn't figure out exactly what I was looking for, but the voice was still there in my head, the words still piercing my brain, urging me forward.

The light burning ice. Find the light burning ice! Feel it in your bones, Osirian. Find it, take it, keep it safe.

Some part of my subconscious mind wondered why I was looking for this, but the voice was overwhelming, it was all I could think about. I had to find the light burning ice, no matter what.

Before I knew it, I was somehow moving, my legs and arms propelling me forward with jerky, robot-like actions. My eyes somehow penetrated the murky water, and I saw something glint. My heart rate grew rapid inside my still chest as the blurry image grew clearer, and the voice grew louder, urging me on, almost cheering now. I made out the figure of some sort of flicker of light, until I blinked and the image disappeared. I reached my hand blindly forward, grasping something that shouldn't be tangible, but somehow was.

I cradled the unknown, unseen object in my palm, ignoring the white-hot heat searing across my hands. The voice in my head was triumphant, and as I felt my body, still on auto-pilot, drift towards the surface, I knew, this was it.

I had finally found the elusive light burning ice.

Nina POV

The fall into darkness was somehow… weightless. I could only feel a slight wind whipping at my hair and clothes, but nothing else. I waited for the crashing pain to come, for my body to go numb, then into searing pain as I hit the bottom of the abyss, but it never seemed to come. I was just there, in nothingness, floating, absorbed in a blanket of shadows, and a pounding drum of voices, screaming at me to find the stone cold heat, but I felt no closer to it than I had when I had been above, still in the cave, with solid rock beneath me.

I had seen the pain on Fabian's face before I had jumped, and it killed me, but somehow, I knew I was safe. I just needed to find that stone cold heat, I could not let him be hurt, ever. I needed him to be safe. And anyway, why would the voice lie to me? It obviously needed me to find this 'stone cold heat' for it, though I knew not what use it could have for it.

For some obscure reason, I was sucked into an old memory, one I used to think of and cry myself to sleep at night with. I didn't want to have to relive it, and I tried to fight it off, but the warm summer air enveloped my body anyway, haunting me as always.

The night was humid and hot, the stars desperately trying to peek through the cover of clouds. I looked around desperately, searching for the smiling faces of my parents, but the dream seemed to start longer in this time. They were already gone, off to their car.

"We'll be right back, Nina!" They had chirped. "We are only going to go pick up your Gran, she's right down the street!"

But they never made it to pick up Gran. They barely made it halfway down the street. I stiffened from where I sat on our porch, under the night sky, flinching and waiting for the terrible sounds I knew came next. The sickening squeal of tires on gravel, desperately trying to maintain control on the road. The crash of glass and screams of my parents and the passengers of the other car. The car alarms blaring, frantic crying and pounding feet, and eventually the police sirens wailing, coming to check out the scene of what they called an 'accident'. It was more like a tragedy. My parents had always told me to stay home, stay at the house, when I was alone, so that was what I did. I waited for an entire hour until I heard the doorbell echoing through the house.

I had trudged inside, fear gripping at my eleven-year-old chest as I flung open the door, knowing something was wrong. Before me had stood a police office and a tear-stained Gran. Ever since I had lived with my Gran, and we had fought our battles together.

I stood, gulping as I fingered the chipping wood of our deck and waited for the horrific sounds of my parents' last moments, but they never came. I turned around at last, realizing the truth. I wasn't reliving their last moments at all. Why was I here in the first place? Where had I been before I came here?

Fabian.

The name floated into my mind out of no where, sending a shiver of pleasure down my back as always, but it was interlaced with something else.

Fear.

Pain.

Uncertainty.

I had just jumped into the dark abyss, trying to find the stone cold heat. Why was I here? "What am I doing here?" I demanded out loud. Where was the dang voice when I needed it?

"You tell me, Chosen One," A different voice said somberly.

I swung around to face a boy who looked my age, but when I looked into his deep, impenetrable black eyes, I could see the pressure of many years, many burdens there. He stood a bit taller than me, with dirty blonde hair that – under the foggy night sky – looked to be flecked with grey.

"I don't know!" I said. "I was just in the abyss looking for the stone cold heat (whatever it is) And then I appeared here!" I looked back at the familiar house, happily lit up for Easter, and sighed, then tried to shake myself out of it. "This is just a memory, isn't it?"
The boy nodded, a cryptic look in his dark eyes. His irises were the exact same color as his pupils, I noticed. "Why did you bring yourself here, Chosen One? If you can truly decipher the difference between dark memories and a dark future, why are you here? Why have the depths of your fears brought you to this moment in time?"

I gulped, reliving their screams in my head like I used to every single night. "How do I get out of here?" I choked out, gasping for breath, feeling claustrophobic and suffocated in the muggy night air, cloying at me, stroking at me, laughing at me. The night smelled suspiciously like honeysuckle, from the plants my mom and I had planted the summer before her death. Now the scent was mocking, far too happy for the depressing mood, the trauma of the night. I blinked at the boy, begging for a way out of this.

"You are in a memory, lost in time, Chosen One. If you wish to seek the ultimate danger and risk of the powerful stone cold heat, if you are willing to jeopardize your life for this, then only you have the power to go back. If what you fell for is what you truly seek, come away from these fears, and go on. You are only in a dream-land, a false sense of security."
Among all the words he had just spoken, the last one tugged at me, making anger flare in my chest. "Security?" I spat. "Nothing about this place is secure, not anymore, at least."

"Trust me, Chosen One. This land is far more secure than the one you seek. Are you willing to embrace those perils?" He said, his voice as strict and rushed as ever.

I laughed bitterly, without humor. "If anyone knows about true danger, it is me. So how do I get out, and enough with the evasive answers."

"You only have the power. You must drag yourself out of this pity-party, take yourself back to the future, where you feel you just were. Go back, and find the stone cold heat, if it is what you truly desire."

The boy then faded into the darkness, against the lightly blinking stars. "Wait, what?" I shouted at the summer air, but he was gone. His words echoed around the large yard.

Go back, and find the stone cold heat, if it is what you truly desire.

It wasn't exactly what I desired, but I had to get it, and if anything I wanted away from this horrid night. I squeezed my eyes tight, letting the smell of the honeysuckle drift away, along with the warm breeze. They were replaced by the smell of dank, moldy rock and a cold whoosh of air. I blinked, in an even darker area.

I was in a pitch black pit, though how I landed from the fall without breaking every single bone in my body, I don't know. How could this be were the stone cold heat was? I didn't see or feel anything, and the voice was silent. But there was a feeling of electricity in the air, and it rooted me to the spot, as I saw a small, dim light, glowing brighter from ahead. I was still as a statue, unsure whether I should stay frozen or move towards it.

Go, Chosen One! Go towards it, get it! Or forfeit your life.

The words were in my head, the disembodied voice was back. But the words it spoke sent shivers of fear and recognition through my body. I began to tremble.

Or forfeit your life.

Where had I heard that before?
Then the answer came to me, and I froze in fear and disbelief.

Senkhara.

So, a longer chapter! Yay! I know, I know, I didn't put in Moy, or Jara, or even Amfie, but I just wanted to get this chapter up, because it has been a while. I will try to post again soon, I promise! :D ~S~