Taken Away

When Denari said that she was my aunt, I lost grip of the object in my heart, and I fell to the hay I once lay. I definitely was floating. The experience was nauseating. The world was spinning. I curl myself up to a ball.

"Liar," I scowled. My stomach now churning. "Really?" Denari asked. "Then how do I know that your mother had blood-red hair and sky-blue eyes? How do I know that you once lived with your father? That he treated you unfairly against your brother? Kumi, you've got to trust me. I am your aunt."

Now it made more sense. My aunt always had a burning hatred for my mother. My mother said that she was cast away from my family when she catched the illness. She never talked to her since.

Then again, nobody would ever care for me. Ever. Could the girl have people who would actually care about me? Something didn't made sense though. If my aunt was cast away when she caught the illness, how did she knew my mother had a daughter in the first place and knew how I looked like?

Denari's patience ran out and she pushed me off the hay. I rolled over and I faced upward. My original posistion but on grass. "So what would it be? Me or nothing?" The girl with ice magic lost patience simultaneously and dashed toward Denari with her ice dagger. Denari dodged it effortlessly and fire smoked out of her hand. So her ability was fire all along.

Fire versus ice. Not exactly a good match. I wished I could join in, but I was all helpless.

The girl created more ice and surrounded Denari. Spikes suddenly appear in the ring and shoot in the ring. Denari suddenly blazed in a fireball and the ice spikes melted into pools of water. Denari dashed toward me and her dagger touches my throat. "One more move and she's gone." The metal felt hot on my throat. I have no idea what happened after that.

A second I was being held hostage. The next I was in an infarmary.

When I woke up, I was lying on a bed. I swept the sleepiness of my eyes with my hand and everything started to look clear again. I sat up and there was a cupboard in front of me. To my right were more beds with no one in them. To my left were windows and yet another figure, leaning.

"Hello?" I asked. The person was a man. He had dark blue hair and a scorch mark on his left cheek. He was surprisingly friendly. He smiled at me and he said, "Glad you're awake." He gave me a pat on the shoulder. "Welcome to Exon, Kumi."