《The Elementals》Chapter 4: On the Road Again
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After getting miles away from the building the slowed there pace down to a walk. There stop by a small stream leading into the woods to get a drink before continuing their journey.
"Just to be safe we should probably go into the woods so we can not be out in the open," said Tarah after getting a drink.
"I agree," said Randolph.
"Me too," said Liam and Wayne.
" I agree to just do make me mad. I think Tarah would be glad if I didn't set this forest on fire," said Mercy. They all nodded in agreement then headed into the woods.
As they walked further in it started getting colder.
"If it doesn't warm up soon I am going to freeze," said Wayne in a shivering voice.
"I feel like I could fall asleep," said Tarah as her walking pace started to slow down.
"Quick, come over here I can make a warm flame to keep you, Wayne, from freezing and you, Tarah, from going to sleep," said Mercy. Wayne and Tarah quickly walked over to Mercy, who had created a warm fireball that stayed between them. Wayne and Tarah started feeling better right away.
"Thank you," said Tarah smiling.
"Your welcome," said Mercy smiling back.
" Yeah thanks," said Wayne in a slightly meaningful way. She may have just saved him but he didn't really care for her that much.
As they continued to walk they started seeing ice on the ground and on the tree.
"I think we should turn around and go a different way," suggested Liam.
"I agree this condition shows no sign of getting any light," said Randolph. As them they turned around they heard a voice say,
"Don't move or I will freeze all of you."
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"Ha you can't freeze me I will melt your ice," Mercy said with a laugh.
"Yes but that would mean that you would take away the warmth from your friends and they would die," the voice said as the figure stepped out of its hiding place with a smirk. It was a man. Mercy know his point was true but just hearing him talk made her want to knock that smirk clean off his face.
"What is you name and what do you want with us?" Randolph asked.
"I am Kristopher and I would like it if you would leave and let me be in peace," said the man coldly.
"That's fine with me. Come on guys let's leave this idiot in peace," Mercy said mocking him. Kristopher turned sharply torsed her and said loudly,
"Don't you dare mock me again."
"Me mock you again. Ha I would do it a million more times just to see you get angry," Mercy said fearlessly. Kristopher started straight for her, but before they could start fighting Randolph boomed in an angry tone,
"Will you two knock it off! I have heard enough of this!" Kristopher and Mercy were startled by him.
"Now Kristopher it's your choice. You can join and help gather all the elementals to overthrow the Government or you can go on your own way and run or get killed by them yourself," stated Randolph.
"Well I really don't want to have to hang around this idiot, but I would get killed on my own in a heartbeat. So I will join but don't expect me to be nice because you're in for a huge let down," Kristopher said looking at them.
So they continued to walk until Liam stopped.
"What's wrong?" Mercy asked.
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"The wind is telling me something. It saying that the Government is coming and will be upon us," said Liam.
"We need to hid. We can't out run them," said Randolph.
"How," doubted Kristopher," they will feel the coldness of me and trees surround us which means there's a good chance Mercy could set the woods on fire."
"He is right," said Wayne.
"Hm," said Randolph pausing to think,"Wayne, you can hold Mercy's hands and Mercy you can put your feet on Wayne's feet to keep from settings trees on fire. Now for Kristopher." Randolph paused again this was going to be a hard one.
"I will lead them away and if things go south I can freeze them," said Kristopher.
"Are you sure," said Randolph.
"Quite," replied Kristopher with confidence.
"Then may luck be on your side because you're going to need it," said Randolph. Kristopher nodded. Everyone one started hiding in the trees. Tarah opened the trees for everyone to get into.
"They are coming," said Kristopher as he took off running. Everyone quickly got into a tree then Tarah shut them and climbed into one waiting for them to leave.
They came into to site but continued in the way that Kristopher went. They took the bait, but Tarah waited a few more minutes just in case there were more of them. None came. Tarah climbed out of the tree and opened up all the trees letting everyone out. They all got out quickly.
"We need to find Kristopher," said Randolph. Everyone nodded in agreement then took off running in the direction Kristopher went.
They continued to run until the felt a sudden coldness. They stopped and saw Kristopher.
"Glad to see you unharmed," said Randolph.
"I agree," replied Kristopher,"we need to get moving before they unfreeze." So they continued to walk again.
"We need to make a temporary headquarters," suggested Wayne.
"We will when we find the right conditions for everyone," replied Randolph. They all walked in silence until they reached a cliff.
"How are we going to get across?" Tarah asked.
"Make a bridge," said Kristopher as he started to make one.
"You better hurry up because the Government is coming again," Mercy. Everyone turned around to see the Government coming over the hill. Kristopher finished the bridge and everyone started to cross except for Mercy.
"Um guys I can't cross that bridge. Fire melts ice," said Mercy in a worried voice. The Government was only and few yards away.
"Guys hurry up and make a new bridge before they kill me," said Mercy.
"Touch the bridge to melt it," called out Tarah. So Mercy touched it. The bridge then melted away. Soon Mercy saw stepping stones begin to appear. While she waited she decided to set fire to some of the Government. Being out in the open allowed her to not worry about setting trees one fire. Many ignited in flames. She turned back to the bridge which was now complete. She quickly crossed. The stones fell behind her. Everyone welcomed her back.
"Now that we are all here it is time to hit the road again," said Randolph smiling.
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