Here's the chapter you've all been waiting for. You will finally get to know the his (the demon-boy's) name. Like I said, I never changed it. But on any note, let me respond to my comments.

Shawn Raven: I'm a little shocked that you thought you saw the boy in from you, but I'm glad I made it happen. I had no idea I was that good at descriptions. Your review made me all warm and fuzzy inside. By the way, those are all good name ideas. maybe I'll use them in a possible sequel. Hmmmmm...

isaiahr1998: Good guess, but no.

Guest: You want more? You got it! Enjoy!

Chapter 6

The Prison, and the Realization

The boy woke up in a cold dark cell, with an iron-clad door. Scared, cold, and alone, he gave out a soft distress call. Hearing it echo, it told him how alone it was. Then he called again, but a different call this time. A normal human could barely hear it, but to him it was perfectly clear. The echo bounced back to him, and he interpreted the sounds to create a mental picture of his surroundings. He was in a square cell, with a door that had a window with iron bars on it. The room was about ten feet cubed. Not big enough to even stretch out his 16-foot wingspan.

Certain of his fate, the boy curled up in a corner of the cell, and set his head against the wall to wait for death.

In her room, Queen Elsa had pondered what had occurred with the boy. Why did he have wings(although that did explain the fire that came out of the sky from seemingly nowhere), and how did he get them? And his eyes. Those eyes had captivated her gaze so well, and he had communicated the basic meaning of what he was feeling through his stare. If he hid his wings, then the only thing that would hint that he wasn't human were his eyes. But the way he fought spoke the loudest. It hinted that he didn't want to fight. He didn't throw punches, whip out his wings, or shoot fire to attack, he did those things to defend himself.

Elsa decided to sleep on what all of this meant, and hopefully, the meaning would come to her in a dream. In the morning the took Anna into her room, and ask for her opinion.

"Why didn't you try to kill him?" inquired Anna. "It looked like he was going to hurt you, and he also nearly shot Kristoff's head off his shoulders."

"I don't know," Elsa responded. "I was going to kill him, but I couldn't. I don't know why. He seemed to be able to talk to me without words."

"How? One needs words to speak."

"That's not what I meant. I mean, he communicated what he was thinking into my head by using his eyes."

"Like telepathy?" Anna guessed.

"No, I don't think so. There was no way for me to respond without using my voice. I think it's deeper than that."

"Like what?"

"I have know idea."

Changing the subject, Anna said "So, what are we going to do with him? You know, we can't keep him just locked up forever. Sooner or later, the council will kill him, since he is such an obvious danger."

"I don't know!" Elsa exclaimed. "Its all so confusing! I can't kill him, for some unknown reason, yet I can't release him." She buried her face in her hands. "I just don't know," she said softly "and there's really nobody I can go to for advice on this matter."

"It's okay, Elsa," said Anna comfortingly. "You'll think of something."

Three days later, and the boy was still locked in his prison cell. He was so weak, as the guards gave him only a bowl of water each day, and no food. He wouldn't last much longer, maybe just a day or two, as he had a very fast metabolism. Hearing the door creak open quietly, he saw the young woman from the woods that had cut him free. He didn't attack her because he wanted to hurt her, but to make sure she wasn't a threat.

The woman had a tray of food, and set it down in the middle of the room, and backed away to the door and shut it, but she didn't leave. She just sat on the other side of the room in front of the door.

"What is your name?" the woman asked.

The boy wasn't sure what to do. Should he tell her his name, or just keep quiet? In the end, he just went with his gut, and answered her question, as, like in the woods, she didn't seem to be a threat, especially now, since she didn't have a weapon, and wore a soft-blue dress.

"Ignatius," he replied quietly. "Ignatius Brand. And you are?"

Surprised he would even answer, let alone ask a question, the Elsa stuttered on her response.

"I-I'm Queen Elsa, sole ruler of Arendell," she answered. "Are you hungry, Ignatius?"

Yes, he was extremely hungry, but he didn't move or answer. Ignatius slightly nodded his head, but didn't move.

"Then come and eat. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." Queen Elsa said gently, almost motherly. But that could never be. No one could love a monster like him.

Ignatius slowly moved over to the tray. Elsa smiled. She finally had gained some of this boy's-Ignatius-trust, even if it was such a small amount, it was an improvement. He picked up an apple from the tray and chewed on it quietly.

Maybe some conversation would get him to warm up to her.

"So, Ignatius, how old are you?" Elsa asked, out of pure curiosity.

"I am about 16 or so," he relied. "How old are you?"

'Well, he's seems willing to talk,' thought Elsa. "I'm 22 years old. May I ask where you are from? To me, you seem not of this country."

"I am from America. I had to leave because of the witch hunting going on in that country, and knew that if I stayed, it was only a matter of time before they found me."

"Ah, yes. Those people are so superstitious," Elsa commented.

"Well, apparently, so are the people here," Ignatius said.

"What do you mean?"

"The guards, and the way people talk about me, besides you, as you seem to be a kind person, they see me as some sort of monster," he explained.

"Well, I'm not saying you are, or not, but you did light some structures on fire, and cause other stuff to explode."

"Oh, yeah sorry about that," he apologized. "I still don't have that much control over my fire."

"It's okay. We can rebuild." Crystal reassured him. "So, how did you get your wings? and eyes? And come to breathe fire?"

"It's a long story," he responded.

"I like long stories."

"If you insist," Ignatius began. "I was born about 15, 16 years ago, in a state called Pennsylvania, along the eastern coast of the United States. Three years before I was born, my parents were cursed by an actual witch, for reason I do not know of. Anyway, she cursed them so that their first son would be forced to hurt them the worst way possible. She didn't specify how he-I-would hurt them, but I now know that her prediction has come true. I had to leave them, in order to protect them, for the punishment, by the church and the townspeople, for being a witch, demon, or other 'monstrosity', or willingly hiding one, as they put it, was a 'swift and speedy trial', to which the only way to get out of the trial was to say you were guilty, or they would torture you until you confessed you were guilty, even if you weren't. Then, they would tie you to a wooden post surrounded by fire wood, and you would be burned at stake. So, in order to protect my family, and I then had several younger siblings by this point, I left them, in order to protect them."

A small tear escaped Elsa's eye. This boy had been through the worst pain possible, even worse than what she and her sister had been through: to lose your family, even though they were still alive, and could never see them again, for if you did, they would most likely be killed.

"I left them when I was 13," Ignatius continued, "Yes, a young age to leave, but, as you know, my options were extremely limited. I flew from my home to the northern frontier, where there were few people, and kept going west. It was relatively safe compared to the central area of the eastern seaboard, with only a few settlers and natives. For food, I would bring down deer. Whatever I didn't eat, or couldn't take with me, I left it near a tribe of Natives, or a family's house. It was a rough way to live.

"Eventually, I made it to an area that was not inhabited at all, and rested for a few days. It took me about six months to get there from my starting point. After three days of resting, I flew out to sea, heading towards this place. I had to use some driftwood I'd found for a floating bed, and for food I caught fish and if I was lucky, a shark. However, food was as big of a concern as water was. I had to go a week without it, as it did not rain while I was at sea. That was the most excruciating ordeal I had to go through during my journey. Luckily, when I was about to die of dehydration, I got washed up on a beach on my sleeping raft. I think it was the southern coast on this place. That's when I started finding food in markets that nobody wanted, but unfortunately, the dust in some areas caused me to sneeze and cough, causing fire to come out. That's why fire came out of the sky sporadically."

"And your wings, eyes, and ability to shoot fire?" the queen asked.

"They were, I guess you could say, instigated by something that the witch touched my mother with when she was pregnant with me, which caused their development. That's my theory, anyway. Other than that, I don't know. My ability to shoot fire, too, was caused by the witch, but there's some science behind it. I have hydrogen gas produced in my lungs by some unknown mechanism. When I exhale quickly, as in a sneeze, or out of my own free will, the gas gets thrown out of my lungs. When the gas goes into my mouth, it comes into contact with a naturally-occurring metal called platinum, of which my teeth are partially composed of, causing it to ignite."

" Interesting," Elsa commented.

"So, what are you going to do with me?" Ignatius asked. "I burned some of your structures down, and I most likely will be killed by the citizens here, if not the officials."

"Well, as far as I know, you don't seem evil," said Queen Elsa.

"Which I'm not."

"And I don't think you need to be punished for trying to survive, and since you've been put through excruciating emotional suffering, I believe that this time we can let bygones be bygones."

"Thank you for your kindness," said Ignatius.

"I will talk to the council, as even though you are guilty of the crimes you have committed, you did not do them purposefully."

"Again, thank you."

Finally, an ending with no stupid cliffhanger. *sigh* Also, yes I've read the Vladimir Tod series, and they were very good. I know that Ignatius sounds like a villainous name, nut I wanted to name him something fire-related. On that note, let me know what you thought. Also, I will never not post a new chapter just to garner reviews. I find that rude and childish.

This story will pick up a bit in the action soon. Not "next-chapter" soon, but in the near future.