Letting myself floating around thinking indistinctly after I opened my eyes seems weird. Never had I been deep in thought before. Even after a few hours opening my eyes and absorbing the surroundings around me, I couldn't bring myself to command that I should get up from this bumpy dirt ground. I should try and move, than die here like a rotten mango.

No offense, I love mangoes!

What happened a few hours back still left a question mark sticking on the side of my head. Who is that being? I had exclaimed Jeff the Killer, but I had only said that because he had been haunting in my head for a few months now. It was Breeze, saying that she wanted me to give opinion on a dress when she showed me a picture of Jeff the Killer, with big, bold words that said 'GO TO SLEEP' at the bottom.

Of course I freaked out. Breeze knocked on my door at 1 am, where I had been listening to a very dramatic orchestra, trying to drift into unconsciousness. But Breeze! Without even waiting for me to open the door, she burst right in, saying quickly, "This dress is pretty, right?" and showed me the screen of her iPhone, with Jeff the Killer's face instead of a dress.

When I yelled in shock, she had laughed, saying, "So Ben." before giving me a peck and skidding out of my room.

That's where I got the fear for any paranormic thing that I experienced. Never had I been such a coward in my life.

I decided I had enough wishful thinking for the time being, and ordered myself to raise my head slowly. When I did, my sight turned dimmer, black vignettes everywhere. My head was throbbing with dizziness and I couldn't bring myself to stand directly with this condition. My hands were shaking, and soon I found myself propping half of my body using my elbows.

"Damn." I cursed as I tilted my head to my left and to my right, the dizziness still wouldn't leave my head. In fact, it had gotten worse. The black vignette spread deeper into my sight, turning everything black and white. My shaky elbows failed itself, and I dropped back to a position I had been before.

I groan in frustration, my hands slapping the ground weakly. I brought my head to my sides, seeing nothing but a vision of an ant. Just rocks poking out of the ground and dirt scattering after I tumbled down.

When I raised my leg, an indescribable pain shot through, and I gasped in agony. My hand clutched my leg as far as it could reach, but nothing seemed to lessen the pain when I tried to put it in the position before it was raised. Every move, the same amount of pain would be triggered, no matter how slow, how far, how quick or how near.

My vacant hand patted the space around me, searching for my sling bag. I soon realize that it was wrapped around my waist. Wow. After a few hours, now was the time for you to realize that uncomfortable thing that held around your waist was your sling bag, Ben? Really?

I pulled it through my body, raising my torso slightly. Once it was out and opened, my fingers scrambled through the insides, scattering every item onto the ground. Among the miscellaneous items was my notebook, to which I took and placed beside my broken leg.

I spotted a gray knitted scarf that I recognized as Breeze's. The scarf was clutched in my hands, and was hesitantly stuffed inside my mouth. Taking nervous breaths, my hand came to straighten my leg from its bend. When the undeniable pain spread throughout my leg, I had to bite on the scarf to take the agony.

Tears welled my eyes as my leg was straight once more, the throbbing was what's left of it. Drawing shaky breaths, I patted my hands together, and the dirt and debris that stuck to me raised up in the air at my command. With a swing of my hand, the element that I raised was thrown to my side, my body was free from debris except for my back than I laid on.

All was left for me was the remaining throbbing pain, short gasps wanting for air and consecutive winces every now and then. Feeling useless and powerless, all I could do was move dirt in the air, with no purpose.

My waving hands froze as foreign sounds of multiple footsteps approached down the tunnel as echoes. The floating elements was now back on the ground and my hands fumbled with the contents of my back, putting them back inside messily. The bag was then enclosed against my chest, the thumping rhythm of my anxious heart could be felt with my palm even with the bag as a barrier.

The echoing of the footsteps got louder, and muffled voices added up. Instead of trusting that the sounds could be saviors, I struggled to wiggle away from the middle to the tunnel walls, dragging my bag along - with difficulty. My broken leg would feel greasy - like moving a pair of rusted hinges, and I would wince and grimace at the sensation.

Once my back was leaning against the wall, my next move was keeping my voice as low as possible, though I didn't trust I could do because my heavy breaths couldn't be controlled with the anxiety and nervousness. I hid in the shadows, watching as the light was blocked by a large opaque being that seemed to have more than four feet.

I gulped as they seemed to have a conversation, their voices muffled. My breath hitched up my throat as their voices got clearer.

"Are you guys sure this is it?" Said a young mature voice as the scrunching of the ground came near. "Well, duhh." A miniature female voice answered him, her high pitched voice reminded me of both Toothiana and a trainee witch. I shivered.

"What if we find him dead?" The footsteps paused for a brief second before someone answered. "I doubt so."

A circular shape of light roamed around me, but never did the light spotted me in the shadows, and I was thankful for that. "We should have found him by now."

My eyes widened as an abnormal big figure, companied by a normal, lean man's silhouette stopped their tracks right in front of me. Their light was shone around, and my heart beats faster than it already has as the light shone across my broken leg.

"Wait-"

A instantaneous gasp escaped my lips as the blinding light shone my face, and with so much power and demand, I raised my hand, coming to make a sphere shield of dirt around my body.

"Hey.." The young male's voice said nervously as I commanded a clump of dirt outside my shield raise. After instinctively knowing that there were multiple raised, I threw my hands forwards, demanding the dirt balls to be thrown to the figures.

"HEEEEEY! NO! DON'T!"

Raging with my defensive nature, good judgement were clouded by the fear and defense that took over me. Instead of dirt spheres, what I summoned next was a complete storm outside my sphere shield.

I couldn't stop, and I didn't even think of stopping, groans was escaping my mouth in a hysteriac manner, and deep down in the deepest pit of my mind, was just observing on how terrifying I sound even to myself.

"BEN!"

I raged on and on, the elements was controlled with my mind and my hands came to clutch my head. I couldn't see anything outside my sheild, and the pain of my broken leg increased my defense as my whole body was shaking with too much power.

Images flashed across my mind - fast forward. The tiny conciousness at the back of my mind told me to calm down, told me to stop, told me to take it easy and never overuse my power.

The raging part of my mind was just controlling every element outside my limitations, outside my known ability. I coud feel my hands commanding things I never did before - just anything that could hurt the figures outside my shield.

"BEN STONE!"

"NOOOO!" I could hear my own voice echo through the havoc, sounding louder than anything.

A long gasp escaped my lips as my head was thrown back, my shield disengaged and the wrecking storm of my element died instantly. My back arched, my head was recieving too much confusion and conciousness took over me once more, bringing along a headache.

Water sprayed me ever so suddenly, and I couldn't bring my head straight to see who it was.

"GET A GRIP,MAN!" A worried voice barked at me as someone kneeled beside me, straightening my shoulders. Chills spread across my body as wind brushed past.

"You never overdid yourself like this before, ever. What were you thinking?!" Aqua's terribly worried complexion appeared first as I opened my eyes weakly.

"Do you know what Breeze is going to do when she knows you did this?!" He scolded me as I studied his figure. His hair is everywhere, dirt plastered all over his body. Only his hands were free from it, and judging by my soaked body, he must've fought.

I let out a throaty laugh, shaking my head.

"You're crazy." Aqua's frown turned to a smirk of disbelief. "You okay?"

I studied my surroundings - it was a disaster of mixed water and dirt.

"I was supposed to ask you that." I laughed at my own remark, still breathless.

Aqua just grinned, offering his hand.

"I'm okay. You're a sexy disaster."

Aqua POV

I felt a grin creep across my face in disbelief as Ben laughed like this was a normal everyday joke. He really couldn't differentiate between a joke and a serious matter.

"I'm okay," I said, giving out my hand. "You're a sexy disaster."

He just laughed again as he took my hand, gripping it tightly. I realised that when he started to stand, a groan ecaped his lips and he was on the ground again. I gripped his shoulder worriedly as his face was scrunched in pain, his hand floating towards his leg absently.

"You broke a leg?"

"No, a crocodile had my bone for dinner." He answered sarcastically.

"No time for sarcasm, Ben. Angus, could you lend a branch?" I approved Angus and Si's presence who were busy fanning Ben, who didn't even notice.

Ben snapped his head towards Angus with wide eyes, and I find it funny to see Ben's hair stuck together in a lump, the effect of the water I fought him with.

I had never seen Ben use his talent so powerful before. He just basically blinded our sight with dirt that even my best water power couldn't beat him up. His shield was another story. It was so strong and unbreakable that every element stuck to it like it was a magnet, it became thicker every second. Another level of pure respect for Ben, everyone!

That was, until he overused himself - he looked like a dead man.

"What.." Ben stammered as Si appeared next, waving her hands around Ben's face as a fan.

My hands was clapped together and the dampness that soaked Ben dried out instantly. He realized my doing, and smiled. He snapped his finger next, and the misplaced dirt floated. With a flick of his fingers, it was thrown to the other side of the lane.

"Ireona," I commanded in Korean. It was one of the words that Ben taught me once long ago, since he really loved the Korean culture. Ben chuckled and gave both of his arms.

"Dowajuseyo," He replied, the corner of his lips tugged up in a smile. I gave a smug smile before lifting him up, careful not to trigger his broken leg. Once he was safely sitting on Angus' branch, I couldn't help but smile at his excitement. I picked up Ben's bag, making sure there's nothing left as I picked up my torch.

We got out of the dirt tunnel safely, talking about Trylle. Angus told everything with pleasure, not even complaining for talking too much. Ben would ask questions every now and then, I acted as a filler in some of the answers. Si kept silence, only to speak when she warns Ben to keep a tight grip when the tunnel descends.

"Whoa." Was the word that left Ben's mouth as the scenery of Trylle ocean falls infront of us. "I would like to play in the sand but..."

Angus stopped just infront of the waves that brushed the beach. I turned to look up at Ben, a slight dissapointment crossed his face.

"Do you know how to heal?" I asked. He shrugged. "Jade taught me, to focus and keep the power flat, only let the light through, not the element."

"Exactly." I recalled, its just exactly how healing works.

"You should try."

"Perhaps."

"AHOOOOOOYYYY!" Our heads snapped to the direction of the familiar voice, and I found myself ecstatic at the sight of one of the person that I desperately wanted to be beside me at the moment.

Standing not far from us was our Guardian of Fun, Jack Frost, looking very microscopic due to our distance. I could easily distiguish whether he's the Trylle sea or not, thanks to his hoodie that we've all known him for. His bare feet made way to us, taking the path nearest to the waves that wets his feet.

His hands were tucked inside his skinny jeans' pockets, his sling bag not out of place. I could hear Si whine behind me, Angus fell silent and Ben let out a glad laugh. Jack never looked wrecked or terrible enough before, but this time my smile turned upside down as Jack neared us, his fresh bluish-white hair bobbing, his expression had never looked delighted to see us.

But.

"I thought I wasn't going to see you guys again! This is such a joyful moment! Let's have a snowball fight sometime soon!" Jack snickered as he joined us, "Hey, you made friends. Glad to see you guys doing well without me around." He pulled out one of his hands from his pocket to ruffle his hair, grinning. Talk about charm. I spotted his staff hanging down his back inside the holder, and I was relieved he didn't lose it.

All of us fell silent as Jack froze with his excited yet awkward expression. He slowly tucked his hands back in his pocket, which I found weird because being charming and boyish, he doesn't need to try. They come naturally. Also, it's not Jack's habit to try to be charming, he rarely tuck his hands inside any pockets. This was the first time I've seen him do it.

 A humorless laugh fell from my lips as I studied his complexion. First, Ben. Now, Jack? I thought he could take care of himself!

Deep bruises on both of his jaw could be observed, and even by looking at them - they're fresh and swollen, the dark pinkish of the bruise started to turn purple - I grimace, thinking, how did he take those punches. Looking at his face, I wondered aloud.

"There must be other bruises asides from those," My fingers pointed at his bruises, and Jack's eyes widen ever so slightly before replying to me. His pale fingers rose to brush his jaw, wincing when he applied a slight pressure to it.

"These?" Jack contemplated his answer, a short pause was given before he said again. "There aren't more." I raised my eyebrow at his remark, to which he reponded with a small smile. It was a few seconds before I noticed his now untucked hands, which was pinkish.

Jack seem to notice my line of sight, so he sighed and pulled out his other hand. My lips were in a tight line to see that his knuckles were also deeply bruised, his fingers shaking slightly. "What the hell happened to you?" I heard Ben ask when I couldn't form my own words. "What the hell happened to you?" Jack shot back, his arms crossed. Ben pointed his broken leg.

"A crocodile ate my bone for dinner." Ben stated, and Jack widened his eyes as he was about to buy it. "I'm joking!" Ben chuckled before Jack could even say his worried words. An "oh" left Jack's mouth.

Jack tucked his hands inside his hoodie's pocket, moving forward, I could see that he was limping, but he's trying hard to hide it. "It's your turn." I pointed out as he walked pass me to check on Ben. "My turn to what?" He asked absentmindedly as his fingers brushed Ben's broken leg. I paused to witness as Jack placed his palm to Ben's knee, blue light shining from his hand. He lifted his hand away to find Ben standing on his own feet again, looking good as new.

"Thanks, mate." Ben smiled in appreciation as Jack patted his shoulder twice in a brotherly manner. "A powerless Ben isn't what I see everyday. No problem."

"Jack." I said.

"What?" He whined, spinning his head to face me. "It's your turn to explain what happened-"

"An asshole hit me." He answered, still in the same whining tone. I crossed my arms, demanding for more details. "You're such a busy body," Jack cackled, shaking his head as his hands were tucked in his hoodie once more. "I was hit at both of my jaw, and my chest," He raised his blue hoodie to reveal yet another unappealing bruise, planted on his chest.

"But?"

"But, I made him a frozen meat." Jack continued triumphantly. I gave him an of-course-you-did look, before pointing at Angus and Si.

"Big one is Angus, small one is Si." I introduced them simply. They just blinked twice, dazed. "Hey, I'm Jack," He gave a friendly, bright teeth-showing smile. Si waved her petite hands to Jack, shyly returning his greeting. Angus the Tree bowed slightly, being a gentleman.

"It's weird how you heal people but won't heal yourself," Ben pointed out, amused. Jack scoffed, giving a smug smirk to Ben. His hair was flipped as he breathed out his reply.

"You know who I want to heal these bruises." Jack winked.

"We'd better get going if you want to see her quickly," I announced bitterly, marching forward.

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