Chapter 3

-1 Year later-

The green leaves of the trees were abundant and dancing along with the soft humming of the wind, the grasses bow down as the swift wind passed through. A giant troll was standing in front of the oldest tree in the small village full of other trolls. Her left eye is glassy white as snow while the right is as red as the fire that burned under the dangerous volcanoes. She spoke with a loud booming voice in another language while the other trolls stared at her trembling with fear of what she has spoken. Her eyes turned to normal and looked at all of her people, "It has been 12 years and now the prophecy is dawning, beware for your life as this will be the end of our race" A loud thunder roared from the sky making the little trolls held their parents hand tighter.

"Bring in the fool!" The leader of the trolls shouted. The other trolls made a space in the center, allowing two of their troll guards enter shaking the soil under their feet with each march. One of them was carrying a mirror framed with golden ornaments which causes the interest of all the other trolls, the other troll was carrying a tightly-lid jar; inside that jar was a small red man with a lanky body and a long crooked nose, he was banging the glass of the jar trying to break it but the jar is much stronger than his fist.

"Tell me foolish sprite, how can this mirror save my race?" The troll questioned the small sprite in that jar. The sprite pointed at the lid of the jar which made him unable to speak as the glass jar blocked his small voice. The leader nodded, the guard troll opened the lid grabbing the tail of the red sprite to avoid it escaping him.

"With all my dues, your trollness" The red sprite smirked while the leader of the trolls rolled her eyes. "This mirror can avoid the extinction of your race as I heard from my birdies that one little boy can affect your ancient magic making you be gone from this world. This mirror can avoid that, this will show the ugly sides of the place that little boy is currently living in and with just the right shrug, he will turn his back from that place and instead will go to you."

"Show me that mirror, Walinzi" Walinzi, the guard troll, held the mirror in his palms kneeling down in front of the leader. The leader held the small mirror compared to her gigantic hands. "No! Don't look!" The sprite cried out with his small voice.

The leader shrugged the unwanted advice of the small sprite and look directly into the mirror. The leader cried out "Madness! Madness! I saw madness in there! Drown the sprite and throw its mirror on the cliff." As the guards run for the nearest body of water around them, the sprite escaped from the clutch of the troll. The small sprite flew and flew up on the clouds until he saw the star and the moon, he held his masterpiece, the mirror, very tightly around his hands but as he flew higher, he suddenly stopped breathing; his small body was being tore into many pieces as the mirror went down from the atmosphere breaking into many shards. The shards then fell down from the clouds but it was now disguised in snow that whoever that unlucky person that gotten a piece of the shard on his eye will surely can only see the ugly sides of everyone surrounding him.

"It's starting to snow" Brann looked at Hans with childish delight of seeing snow. The whole castle was decorated for the yuletide. The lanterns of the whole castle were decorated with poinsettia around its borders. Hans looked up from reading a book and saw his brother's eager face looking out of the window. "Aren't we too old to play in the snow? Also, I think the ice will affect your fire."

Brann laughed at his brother being too serious. He looked at his brother and smiled, his right hand was held out with fire sparking from his fingers. He pointed it at his brother's book burning it. His brother put down the book fire catching at all of its pages. Brann laughed and ran out of their room, Hans followed next.

They were running all round the castle constantly banging on some of the doors and hitting some few servants in the way. Brann entered the castle's garden and the cold breeze hitting his body but the fire radiating inside him fought it. "Bran!" Hans ran near him tripping at some snow.

"Well, now you're out too, we can now play in snow!" Brann was trudging on the snow. He knew that he can't touch it as his fire powers prevent it, but with some of his protective gears, such as shoes and gloves, he can touch snow.

"Come on kids, you should sleep now." Queen Alena said to the two of her children. Hans was shivering as he enters the castle. Brann removed his gloves and touched the arm of his brother spreading warmth throughout Hans.

The lights went out in their room. Brann slept suddenly but he dreamt of a place that is far more out behind the world that he knew.

He saw a white polar bear and a dragon circling around each other inside the darkness. His body shivered with the cold of the place, he tried to heat his body much more but his powers didn't worked. The dragon saw him and went near him, wrapping itself up around him choking himself while the polar bear stayed in its place, the dragon breathed the fire injuring the polar bear. The white bear held itself in a fetal position while a snake went near the bear hissing at the dragon. The snake crawled itself around the dragon and with one swift bite, the dragon lose control, fire shrouded around its body. The snake went near him and whispered "You're on fire."

Brann was sweating, his eyes opened. He looked around the room, realizing that he was inside a different one from his. The wooden frame of the bed suddenly went on flames as he was on the radius. Alena went up, smelling the flame from the burning bedpost. She woke up the king "Alert the servants!" The king nodded and went out of the room leaving the flaming Brann and Alena alone.

"Brann, please stop." Alena cried near her son. She was kneeling near the bed and everything around her was suddenly burning. The wooden table turned into ashes. It was utter chaos, Alena was crying out to his half-awake son. She hugged her as her surroundings was filled with nothing but the floor and darkness with the flaming Brann and the kneeling Alena hugging her son despite of the burns on her skin. She breathe her last breath as she burns into ashes "I love you Brann"

Brann's flames went out leaving only the burned body of his mother and the whole room filled with ashes from the burned things. He realized what he had done, his eyes were watery from the tears that were starting to spill from his eyes.

The king entered, as soon as he saw the burned body of his wife, he kneeled and cried out a yell full of anguish and sadness that the whole castle probably heard him. He looked at Brann with tears on his eyes "You monster" His words were full of bitterness "I knew you can't be trusted"

Brann can't fathom what happened, almost everybody was looking at him filled with either confusion or deep hatred for killing the queen. He backed out of the door and ran out of the castle with many other guards following him. Hans went out of the castle along with Brann.

"Please Hans, come along with me, we could live together with no rules" Brann pleaded Hans. The snow fell from the clouds along with some shards of the mirror; a snow with a shard of the sprite's mirror fell in Hans' eyes. "No, you're a monster."

Brann looked at his brother aghast on what he said. Here, one of the person closest to him called him a monster. His own brother called him a monster; a teardrop fell from his eyes. "I guess I am" He nodded to him and ran out.

He ran out of the deep snow with only the fire from his body warming him. The grasses of the woods were burning along as he ran. He followed the heat that was guiding him, at long last, he saw the volcano in front of him. The gigantic volcano was bubbling with heat but this attracts him more. The lava bubbled more and more while creating a hole on the center of the volcano and a long dragon emerged out of it. The dragon's scale was color red and its eyes were the same color as an emerald. It was emitting heat around it. Brann's eyes widen as the dragon was followed by many other dragons.

The dragons flew in circle around Brann and then fall in line in front of him. Their heads bowed down low and the one with the red scales spoke "The avenger who will avenge the death of our brothers."

Brann's eyes was filled with confusion "What?" He was surprised with almost everything suddenly happening to him. First, his mother died because of him now he met real dragons that at first he thought were just an imaginary creature made by authors from his books.

"You are of fire aren't you?" Brann nodded at the dragon's question, "Well then you're the prophecied avenger, you are made to avenged us from those who wrong our brothers."

"How?" Brann asked, he's sure that he can't avenged the dragons as he doesn't fully grasps yet his whole fire powers. "We will train you."

The volcano was cut into the middle showing the lava flowing underneath the land. He was instantly magnetized with the lava but he kept on following the dragons until they entered an underground cave.

"We will train you and they will regret killing all of our brothers and sisters, we will win" The red scaled dragon shouted and the other dragon agreed by circling at the cave in many directions. The lava inside creates a waterfall lighting the whole cave and creating the shadows of the dragons reflected on the wall that seems like dancing kite due to the gracefulness of their flight.

A/n: Thank you for the kind reviews. Also. Brann is 13 at this moment, Hans is 14 while Elsa is 12. I also appreciate criticism (especially about the grammar as I'm really bad about it.) Thank you I hope you like this chapter.