The Looking Glass: Burning Flame

By: M14Mouse

Disclaimer: Don't own them...how sad. :(

A/N: Enjoy!

Burning Flame

((Ice Queen's POV))

They are coming....

I can hear their footsteps and their heartbeats. I can feel them kill my children with their rage and angry. I can smell their sweat and . . . tears? Most of the time, I would feed from their emotions but I know they are coming for me.

First time in a long time, I feel fear.

I don't like it either.

I don't like it. I will not let this fear destroy me. I will destroy them! I freeze their bodies and piece off their skin. I will allow my children eat their flesh and their bones. There will be nothing left of these . . . these fools!

They are coming....

I can hear . . . music? Where is that music coming from? It sounds so familiar. No, I will not go back there. I will not go back to their cursed memories of love and of him. He abandoned me. He left me time and time again. Did he care? No, the only thing he cares about was immortal! I am immortal! I am queen of darkness. I fear no one!

Ahh...Yes, they are coming..

Come now, little mortals. Come to your death. I am waiting. They come from the mist like heroes of old from those tales. The woman was holding a glow ball. Wait . . . A genie? What is a genie doing here? Her companion was a big boy holding a huge hammer. I sense no fear from them . . . They should be bowing in fear of me.

Yet....they are burning...

Their eyes are burning with fire. Fire that could burn and melt me. But flames bent easy to ice. Flames go out with a simple bit of ice. So, be it then. Let it be a match between ice and flame. I will win!

I made ice dance around them and to freeze them. I send winds to cut them down and toss them aside. I rain down balls of ice to cut into their flesh. I made myself untouchable by my ice.

And yet . . . they defeat me.

They cut me down with their hammer and magic. Their flames burn through my winds and ice. And they stripped me of everything and left me bare. Strangely enough, I see him. After all of these years, I see him like crystal. He offers me to take his hand. So, we can be free...

I see the love and his burning flames in his eyes. No! I am the ice queen. I am cold and heartless! I will not . . . Yet, his flame burn through my heart. It made me to remember . . . everything.

I took his hand and now, I have melted. I am no longer the ice queen. I am La Saia....and I am free.

End of Burning Flames

Next Part: Baskar's POV on our heroes.