





"Some say I'm cold." I stare into the eyes of my own distorted reflection, imprinted into the glassy, frozen wall ahead of me. My jaw twitches, but makes not a sound.
"Are you cold too?" My reflection speaks again, chilling my insides like a fogged up glass. I am trapped in my dream scape. Never starting. Never ending. My reflection grins, a horrible, insane grin, which I know I have never owned. I turn around, hoping to escape that grin. But all that meets me is myself. Grinning, imprinted into the frosted glass walls. I slam my fist against the ice and glass. Shards explode, stinging my eyes and fur. They stop. They pull themselves away, some with blue blood on their tips. They float, sealing back into the wall, the cracks melting away, even though the room is freezing. My reflection grins again, opening her mouth to speak.
"What do you dream about, Queen of Ice? You dream about me, for I am you."
I finally gathered my courage, screaming at my reflection, my voice teary and hard.
"Let me go!"
Her only response was, "As you wish."
The floor fell. The ice cracking, my reflection looming down on me as I fell, fell hard, through the sharp ice shards, and into a puddle of blue, a sea of blue.
I awoke, the blue sticking to my fur, it had a metallic ting, and I was scared. My own voice echoed among the tunnels that stretched out from me. The voices called and contradicted.
"Come here."
"Here!"
Two voices stood out to me. One of my sister, young when I had last seen her, small, her voice was shaking from the cold, a wispy wheeze following it. The second a voice I have heard before, long ago, before this tormenting dream started. I follow my sister. Her voice sounding weak, like her vocal cords have been frozen by the dull air of these caves. I see her, behind a wall of ice, twisting around, looking for me, with despite eyes. I see her, yet she doesn't see me. I reach for her, but she dissolves into my reflection, forever grinning back at me.
"Where is my sister!" I demand, my voice curling into a growl.
"Outside," She looks sad for a moment, lonely, "She's waiting outside." My gaze softens, feeling bad for this haunted reflection. She doesn't look sorry for me in return, shining that wicked grin again, staring a me with her dull, blue eyes.
She holds my paws, I can feel her, but no heat comes from her, only cold, a dull cold. I don't notice the cracks webbing at my feet. She let's go of my paws. I fall.
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You enter the ice cave, marveling at it's beauty. Then you see it. The centerpiece of the cave, odd, but beautiful. A viscet, her head tipped to the sky, arms flowing down, as if flying. Her eyes are closed, but breath pulsates from her. Ice surrounds her, binding her in a stalagtite of ice and glass.
Sleeping for eternity, she dreams.
"I may have blue blood,"
"But I doesn't mean I'm royal."
Kaliyah strode into the cave, katana held cautiously, Keres scuffling in behind her.
"Wow." Kaliyah gasped at the beauty of the cave, then spotted Isaca. She ran forward, katana ready to slice, and before Keres could stop her, the katana swung down.
Isaca awoke with a start jumping at the sight of the two other Viscet looming above her. One was royal blue, his fur dying the ice into a night like shade. The other was female, red fur causing the ice fractals to blaze like embers. These were Isacas first true friends.
"Ice and Glass"
"No, Missigan, don't leave me!" Isaca pleaded with her mentor, tears forming in her eyes.
"I'm sorry my little owl, but the Death's Gate epidemic is spreading, even I'm sick. If we don't stop this, no ice guardians will be left."
Isaca tears still came, but she stood tall and nodded. Ice crackled at the enterence to the cave, as a Viscet, crazed look in their eyes, dark viens covering them stumbled in, claws ensheathed.
"Run little owl!" Missigan shot a stun spell at the Viscet, barely halting it. It pounced of Missigan, taking him down. He shot one last spell, and Isaca became one with the ice.
Imprisoned in Ice
Carol of the Bells - Instrumental
Monody-TheFatRat
*Fun Fact!
A monody is a song you sing honoring a dead person, Isaca isn't dead, but kinda in Limbo, so its a good song for her.
Radioactive- Piano Cover- Imagine Dragons
Rise Up- Andrea Day






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