Chapter 14 Magmanite prison.
Frosta awoke disoriented. She tried moving and found she could not lower her arms. It was a struggle to open her eyes. When she did she began whimpering softly. She was blind! She could not see! What had happened to her! Where was she! There was not the barest hint of light. Her skin became clammy. Her breath began accelerating. She couldn't stop herself from gasping in short, panicked bursts.
"Helll.." she rasped, "he..help." Her voice grew stronger and she cursed herself for the fear she heard trembling in its wobbly, unsure tones. "Help me. Please!" Suddenly she saw a light, she sighed shakily in relief, unmindful of the tears falling down her cheeks with the realization she was not blind, merely in the dark. The light grew closer. Then it was before her. A ball of flame that grew increasingly large before coalescing into the form of Shadow Weaver.
"Ohh, pretty little empress, are you frightened, child?" Frosta gulped, her mind screaming in fear and revulsion as the evil emanated in waves off the woman. None of her concern was reflected in her voice as she then lied through a tongue thick with fear.
"No. Where am I? Why can't I move my arms?" Twisting her body she added, "or my legs?" Shadow Weaver emitted a cold, hissing chuckle raising goosebumps on Frosta's warm skin.
"You are in the only place on Etheria that could restrain the powers of a snow witch like yourself. You are in a Horde Prison in the depths of the volcanic Mt. Fier. Magmanite prison. I have chained you in manacles enchanted to absorb the powers of winter in your body and pass it on to the volcano. No icy trick will free you from your prison empress. Only fire can free you now and flame is one thing which you can not control." Shadow Weaver laughed again, a harsh menacing sound filled with mean delight.
"So are you my jailer then? What's the matter, did Hordak tire of your failures after his pet general returned to him?" Shadow Weaver reached out with a bony hand scratching Frosta's face with her black claws, leaving three red streaks on her white face. Frosta grimaced in pain but otherwise showed no reaction.
"Foolish child. I am too valuable to be made babysitter, even for the likes of you. Hordack has another in mind to watch his frozen trophy. I am merely here awaiting her arrival and enchanting your chains for you. I must admit it was quite a puzzle figuring out how to attune the manacles to the same frequency as your magic. At first I believed your powers were a part of you, of your people but as soon as I touched you I knew you were a normal human. Then I thought the powers came from the wind wand you employ in battle but that's just a piece of the power you carry. Tell me empress, are you alone here, or is there someoine inside you, with you, at this very moment?"
"How long have I been here?" Frosta questioned, ignoring her captors inquiry. Shadow weaver floated backward. Taking any light with her.
"It doesn't matter. Answer the question."
"You first shadow witch!" Shadow Weaver gazed at the mutinous ice queen for a few moments before she hissed in disgust.
"It matters not. The power you weild is alive. With my magics on your manacles you will not leave this volcano." She faded back into the shadows. Frosta couldn't stop a small whimper from escaping. In desperation she cried out to the retreating witch.
"At least leave me a light!" She could have sworn she heard an evil snicker. She was alone again in the dark. She hated the dark. It was irrational, she knew, but she feared it nonetheless. The minutes ticked by slowly. Frosta could feel her control slipping. She was going to embarrass herself. It has always been thus in thedark. Always before, with the power of the elemental Ooo-ha she was able to maintain a small, blue light in the darkest places. A harsh sob broke the silence. She tried stiflinh it, but it escaped her. Perspiration broke out over her forehead and on her neck to trickle down her back. Her breath came in short sharp rasps which she tried changing to deep calm gusts but each time she tried regaining control another sob or whimper or moan would break out of her. It wasn't very long before the screams came. It was more of a blessing than anything else when they did because once they started she knew nothing more beyond the sound in her ears and the darkness before her eyes.
Frosta awoke disoriented. She tried moving and found she could not lower her arms. It was a struggle to open her eyes. When she did she began whimpering softly. She was blind! She could not see! What had happened to her! Where was she! There was not the barest hint of light. Her skin became clammy. Her breath began accelerating. She couldn't stop herself from gasping in short, panicked bursts.
"Helll.." she rasped, "he..help." Her voice grew stronger and she cursed herself for the fear she heard trembling in its wobbly, unsure tones. "Help me. Please!" Suddenly she saw a light, she sighed shakily in relief, unmindful of the tears falling down her cheeks with the realization she was not blind, merely in the dark. The light grew closer. Then it was before her. A ball of flame that grew increasingly large before coalescing into the form of Shadow Weaver.
"Ohh, pretty little empress, are you frightened, child?" Frosta gulped, her mind screaming in fear and revulsion as the evil emanated in waves off the woman. None of her concern was reflected in her voice as she then lied through a tongue thick with fear.
"No. Where am I? Why can't I move my arms?" Twisting her body she added, "or my legs?" Shadow Weaver emitted a cold, hissing chuckle raising goosebumps on Frosta's warm skin.
"You are in the only place on Etheria that could restrain the powers of a snow witch like yourself. You are in a Horde Prison in the depths of the volcanic Mt. Fier. Magmanite prison. I have chained you in manacles enchanted to absorb the powers of winter in your body and pass it on to the volcano. No icy trick will free you from your prison empress. Only fire can free you now and flame is one thing which you can not control." Shadow Weaver laughed again, a harsh menacing sound filled with mean delight.
"So are you my jailer then? What's the matter, did Hordak tire of your failures after his pet general returned to him?" Shadow Weaver reached out with a bony hand scratching Frosta's face with her black claws, leaving three red streaks on her white face. Frosta grimaced in pain but otherwise showed no reaction.
"Foolish child. I am too valuable to be made babysitter, even for the likes of you. Hordack has another in mind to watch his frozen trophy. I am merely here awaiting her arrival and enchanting your chains for you. I must admit it was quite a puzzle figuring out how to attune the manacles to the same frequency as your magic. At first I believed your powers were a part of you, of your people but as soon as I touched you I knew you were a normal human. Then I thought the powers came from the wind wand you employ in battle but that's just a piece of the power you carry. Tell me empress, are you alone here, or is there someoine inside you, with you, at this very moment?"
"How long have I been here?" Frosta questioned, ignoring her captors inquiry. Shadow weaver floated backward. Taking any light with her.
"It doesn't matter. Answer the question."
"You first shadow witch!" Shadow Weaver gazed at the mutinous ice queen for a few moments before she hissed in disgust.
"It matters not. The power you weild is alive. With my magics on your manacles you will not leave this volcano." She faded back into the shadows. Frosta couldn't stop a small whimper from escaping. In desperation she cried out to the retreating witch.
"At least leave me a light!" She could have sworn she heard an evil snicker. She was alone again in the dark. She hated the dark. It was irrational, she knew, but she feared it nonetheless. The minutes ticked by slowly. Frosta could feel her control slipping. She was going to embarrass herself. It has always been thus in thedark. Always before, with the power of the elemental Ooo-ha she was able to maintain a small, blue light in the darkest places. A harsh sob broke the silence. She tried stiflinh it, but it escaped her. Perspiration broke out over her forehead and on her neck to trickle down her back. Her breath came in short sharp rasps which she tried changing to deep calm gusts but each time she tried regaining control another sob or whimper or moan would break out of her. It wasn't very long before the screams came. It was more of a blessing than anything else when they did because once they started she knew nothing more beyond the sound in her ears and the darkness before her eyes.