The sun. It was finally here. Dawn had risen over the field. Both armies were awakening, ready for the battle. Birds chirped. Trees whistled. All in all, it was a beautiful day. Aisthjey leaned on his staff and looked out over the field. The dark circles under his eyes stood out against his pale skin. They called him Ice. It started out as a simple shortening of his birth name, but it became more widely used after he found the third relic. The element relic gave the finder a bit of it's power. Since that, Aisthjey had recieved the power of Ice magic. Ice fit him, he thought. He had pale skin, he was cool under fire, and his heart, after last night, was ice cold. He hungered for vengeance against the Circle. His fists tightened so hard on his staff that ice began to creep around it. Ice, he thought, is my name. The sun rose, bringing the heat, and the crows.
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