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Author's Note: Remember Mateus is basically a newborn in a grown man's body.

Please direct all flames to the burning Gigas behind you.

Chapter II

Cold

Cold.

That's all he felt as the icy liquid coursed through his veins. It was more than he could bear and yet at the same time, he found it oddly comforting. He was slowly gaining feeling in his limbs as he adjusted to the cold. Slowly opening his eyes, he saw nothing but black. He blinked a few times and blurry images began to register.

The Gods threw him into this room long before he had any control over his abilities and the room had suffered for it. The walls and floor were coated in a translucent layer of ice. Shimmering icicles hung from the ceiling above his head. He shakily sat up, resting his back to the wall and wincing as the freezing cold touched his skin.

Strange voices began whispering in his head, crying for help. One thousand tongues calling for Mateus, begging for him to end their suffering. His head throbbing in pain as the whispers turned into screams. He desperately looked around the room, searching for something to end this agony. In despair, he brought his head to his knees and curled himself up on the floor. His muffled sobs filled the silent room.

"Make it stop…" He cried out, even though he knew no one could hear him. The screams faltered long enough for him to notice. Mateus opened his eyes and tried to get his breathing under control. "Stop…" He whispered with his broken voice. The voices only screamed louder. He wiped his tears away and slowly tried to stand. Not quite use to his legs yet, he tried bracing himself against the wall in order to keep his balance steady. After a few trial and errors, he managed to keep himself upright. His breathing was still raggedy, but he tried to muster up as much strength possible. "I said…" He spoke in between breaths. "Stop!" He yelled in a stern voice.

The voices began to die down until they were no longer present. Mateus collapsed in relief and exhaustion, having pushed himself far enough for his first day. He sighed and ran his hand through his dark blue hair. His breathing had finally calmed down.

The voices stopped. For HIM, because he commanded them to. They didn't know who he was. They have never seen him, never spoke to him, never even thought about him before. And yet…

And yet their pleas ceased. He thought in his now quiet mind. A small smirk appeared on his face. They listened to such a SIMPLE command. His shook his head and softly chuckled. I wonder what else I can make them do.

He eyed the ice around him and raised his eyebrow. "I wonder…" He whispered to himself. Mateus ignored the dull throbbing in the back of his head, begging for him to rest. Now sitting in a cross-legged position, he raised one blue hand. He closed his eyes and focused all of his energy on his hand, trying to see what he was capable of. After a few moments, he slowly opened his eyes and took a deep breath. He slowly opened his hand to reveal a small ice-blue flame in the center of his palm. Mateus smirked in amusement at his result. He touched the flame and felt it to be incredibly cold, which did not affect him as much as it did in the beginning.

"This could prove to be rather useful…" The Scion mused as he manipulated the flame. He softly blew the freezing flame and watched as it dissolved into snowflakes that landed on his fingers. Carefully, he picked one up and examined the design thoughtfully.

~Unknown Amount of Time Later~

Eyes closed, he visualized a tall pillar of ice stretching from the high ceiling to the floor. He knew he could do it; he just had to wait for the power to come to him. But that was the problem, he didn't want to wait. He wanted to master his power now. He raised his hand and made a fist with his first two fingers extended. Tiny sparkles began to appear in the air around him and the area where the pillar was to be. It began to take shape and form, starting from a column of sparkles, to various shards of shimmering ice. His eyes shot open and the ice shards began to swirl on a furious, white wind. The shards in the center of the spiraling mass shone brightly and combined to make one solid object. In no more than a blink of an eye, the rest of the shards followed suit, quickly solidifying until they made the pillar Mateus wanted.

Mateus walked calmly to his pillar and inspected it. He ran his hand along the smooth surface and tapped the ice. The pillar was perfectly solid. Every nook and cranny, even how it connected to the ceiling and floor was exactly how he had visualized it to be.

Well, it could've been executed better… The perfectionist chewed on his lip in thought. But what could I use… He took a few steps back and tilted his head to the side. Examining the pillar, he wondered what he could use as a medium. He pictured various scenarios with different items in his mind, a staff, a mace, a sword, a shield, all of which he discarded.

I wonder…

Mateus closed his eyes and focused his magick on the pillar once again. He carefully detailed each part of his design, making sure it was perfect. Once he was satisfied with his design, he made the same hand gesture as before and the white wind reappeared around the pillar, slowly chipping away ice shards to create his masterpiece.

After a while, Mateus slowly opened his eyes to see a mass of floating ice. He casually flicked his wrist and the ice disappeared into the air, revealing a blue spear that nearly rivaled Mateus in height. He reached out and grabbed the spear, tossing it around in his hands and testing its usefulness. Mateus focused a little of his magick into the spear, and watched as the little white magick light moved where he wanted it to on the weapon. He laughed softly as he twirled the spear around in the air.

"Perfect."