by K.T. Munson and Nichelle Rae
Fire and Frost; no two nations have ever been so divided. Only two bridges across the great River Gora connects them and their long standing hatred. When spring comes early, the Frost Nation looks upon the Fire Nation with suspicion. Soon they will discover that the rising rivers, warmer temperatures, and the earthquakes are all a result of something far more terrifying then each other. When the world seems to turn against them they will only have each other to look to. Can they put their differences aside long enough to fix their planet? They must or face extinction.
“What’s in your head, Thea?” Fitzu asked in a warning tone.
“Saving that bridge,” Thea replied and began to blaze her own core, heating up her skin so hot that an orange aura of fire magic lightly haloed her body and the cold rain couldn’t hurt her. The water would evaporate with a hiss and a puff of steam as soon as it touched her.
“Thea,” Fitzu said doubtfully, as his skin started to glow when he began to blaze his own core. “It’s a thirty-minute ride up the riverbank. That only leaves three and a half hours of constant magic use to actually try to save this bridge before our magic quits and we have to rest. After that, without our magic to blaze our cores, the cold rain will kill us all. I don’t fancy being turned into stone.”
Thea gave him an impatient, angry look. “I’m well aware of how our people’s magic works, Fitzu.” She took a step towards him. “But I couldn’t live with myself if we didn’t at least try. As much as I hate it, and hate the Frost Nation, we need that bridge to trade with them.”
Fitzu shrugged carelessly. “Do you see me glowing orange?” He asked flatly, indicating he already knew he wouldn’t be able to talk Thea out of trying to save that bridge. Thea smirked at him and gave him a nod. Her men knew her so well.
The rain had already started by the time all two hundred and fifty magic users were rallied, on horseback and heading west along the river bank. Guyus, Orn, and Waik were even riding along, their titles and ranks forgotten, niceties and protocols abandoned; everyone was just a person trying to save his or her nation right now.
A half hour later, Thea and the party arrived at the bridge. The sight was shocking, devastating. Thea pulled on her horse’s reigns so tightly that she nearly caused him to rear up. The water was almost level with the bridge, and raging waves were already crashing along the sides of the foundation and exploding over the top of the stone.
One look and Thea realized she wasn’t going to just be able to thicken the top so it didn’t flood. She would have to strengthen the very foundation, which was already missing huge pieces and rocking.
“What do we do, Thea?” Fitzu called over the crashing waves and pouring rain.
He was cloaked in his own halo of steam, like everyone else in her party, the rain water sizzling off their burning skin. Thea clenched her teeth and dismounted. “Everyone! To me!” she cried over the roaring river.
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K.T. Munson is an independent author who enjoys creating worlds with words. First published at 5 years old in the young writers conference, she has pursued writing ever since. She maintains a blog creatingworldswithwords.wordpress.com that is about writing and her novels. She was born and raised in the last frontier, the great state of Alaska.
Nichelle Rae was born and raised in Massachusetts. Her love for writing began when she was fourteen years old. Through the years she has gotten much praise from peers, professors, and professional author’s she has had a chance to work with on her writing and her ability to put emotions into text and fantastic action scenes.
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