Sacrifices

Fear starts to take over my body.

“Get out now!” shouts Aamon in my head. I begin to run to the exit. Aamon’s voice echoes around me, “Run run while you still can.”

I look back to see a dark hand reaching out for me. I instantly freeze it in place. I jump onto the ladder and begin climbing. Something grabs onto my leg. I try to freeze it but it keeps holding on. With one strong kick, it lets go of me. I climb up to the throne room and look down at my leg. The frozen arm was still holding onto me.

The trap door blasts open as Aamon rises saying, “Why do I keep losing that hand?”

I shatter the hand into pieces.

“Was he expecting me?” I thought.

“I think so?” says Aamon in my head.

“What do you mean? He’s literally you!”

Aamon forms a black ice spear above him smiling, “Recognize who's magic this is?”

He launches it straight at me.

I form a wall of ice in front of me. The spear cuts through, stopping right in between my eyes.