On with the story. Yeah I know I've been dead.

-(Name's) Pov-

'Believe me when I say, you stupid fool,' I had to laugh at that 'you're scaring me to death, that's not cool,' I kind of liked this song, but anyway, focus. I closed my eyes tightly, preparing for what's coming. Breathe, just breathe. One. Breathe in. Two. Breathe in harder. Three. RELEASE! I shook violently in the ice. At the same time, I was giving off heat, this is what's going to melt the ice. It slowly but surely melted. It almost got to my knees when one of the fools decided it would be okay to look back here. By now I had stopped shaking, but I was really weak from doing that. That's used as an advanced spell for only the high level wizards. I shouldn't be so reckless.

"Hey she's melted the ice!" Obviously.

"Well, don't just stare, do something!" the driver said while swerving to avoid a oncoming wizard.

"Okay!" he shot a small bolt of ice at me. I dodged it and jumped to the back of the van. I slammed my body up against the door, but it wouldn't budge. I whispered a spell that sent the door flying open. The fool climbed back after me. I got my broom out of my pocket. I made it grow bigger and told it to fly, I clutched it hard and hoped I didn't fall off. When I got a few feet in the air, I climbed on it and looked back at the van. They had made an attempt to turn around but just ended up running into a pole. I looked on the destruction and laughed. But that was quickly replaced with a look of concern. Where was Flame Prince? I panicked and flew everywhere looking for the prince. Where was he? I went back to where we were before we got split up.

"Flame! Where are you?" I didn't want to draw too much attention to the fact that the Flame Prince was in Wizard city. That would be bad. Really bad. I could be jailed or worse.

I spotted something moving over by an ally. It looked like... The Water Street gangs hideout! I flew over and went a little lower than necessary, and hit the top of the building.

"ow!" I quickly covered my mouth. I quickly put my broom in my pocket. I was pretty sure no one heard me, I crawled over to the edge to see what I thought I saw. Sure enough it was a water snake, this gang in particular were very famous for this trick. A very deadly trick indeed. I looked over to what they were attacking and it was... Flame Prince! What in glob was he doing here? I flipped my (color) hood over my head, and watched to see what they would do. Surely they wouldn't kill him... right? My stomach dropped and I almost felt sick. I raised my hand to my heart to somehow make it slow down. It felt like I was going to die. I wonder why I am feeling this way. It's not that bad, but is this what concern feels like? I've felt it before but it's so strong now. Somebody came up behind Flame Prince, and knocked him out with a shovel.

"Gareth! I had this! Why do you have to ruin my fun?" he spoke in a raspy voice and the water snake dropped to the ground, inanimate.

"Theo, we don't know why he's here, why can't we just question him, before we kill him. We could get money out of him, or he could have royal blood. It seems like everyone does these days." The one named Gareth said in a deep voice. It sent chills up my spine. I think I've heard his voice before. I cant place it. It may be a Warlock, but I have a bad memory. A trait of being a witch. That's what gets them into so much trouble, aside from the disregard for others.

"Let's go then, I don't want..." he stopped short, I held my breath. Had he found me?

"Come out and face us!" Gareth shouted. Fuck a duck. I stayed low and hidden. No fuckin... He appeared behind me. He used his water powers to make a giant hand. He grabbed me by the collar of my cloak. My hands flew to my neck to try and find a way to breathe, but all attempts were in vain. You cant fight water with a solid object very easily. Especially when you have only hands to defend yourself. Wait! I have magic! Why wasn't I using it?! My eyes were tearing from the lack of oxygen. I looked down at him with my eyes hidden. My cloak! I untied the knot and slid down through the fabric. I was now only in my underdress, which consisted of just a thin (color) silk, under that were my bra, panties, and stockings. My shoes were still on, but it didn't hinder me from being cold. I fell on the cold concrete of the building. The hand had released my cloak, which flew down on top of me.

"Grab him!" I heard this, but I didn't move. I was frozen in place by fear. Even if I did move, I would be slaughtered. I was shaking. I closed my eyes and waited for the pain, but instead I felt my cloak being pulled off of me like a sheet. I shook violently, and waited for something to happen, but it never did.

"It's..."

"...(Name)"

How's that for a slice of fried gold?! Do you want the usual excuses, or the truth? Three words; boys distract you. It's inescapable and a lot of other things happened a well... but maybe I can do it more often during the summer. 12 more days for me? Anyone else? Any way REVIEW
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