Volcanic freeze

    "How do I keep it up?" Zane asked himself as he gazed into the mirror. He was currently in a white collar shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers. He had pale white skin and long black hair. However, this was not actually what he looked like. Zane is a master of stealth and disguise. This outfit was only temporary for a village celebration of the summer solstice. "I'm, like 99% sure that I'll win an award at the celebration, and I really don't want to go up on stage..." Zane mumbled to himself as he exited his house. Outside there was an entire village built on an active volcano. This was Zane's hometown, as they needed these harsh conditions to survive.

          As Zane walked towards the town square, he felt a cold breeze on his face. That's weird, Zane thought. Isn't it the beginning of summer?  But he shrugged the thought off as he continued to the square. "Hello, Zane!" Zane turned as he saw the scrap shop owner bound towards him. He was always able to see through Zane's disguises as his best friend. "Hey Pyro," Zane said enthusiastically. "On your way to the celebration?" Pyro hesitated, then spoke. "Yeah, but I also came to see you. I'm worried about how cold it is. It's the summer solstice! This is unnatural, and I wanna get to the bottom of this."

          Zane thought a bit, then replied. "You're right, but how could we find the source of the cold? It could be miles underground for all we know!" Pyro suddenly grinned. "Exactly. You're the best stealth master and infiltrator in the world. You could find anything given the circumstances. Zane, I need you." Zane smirked. "Okay, but first two things. First, I can use as many disguises as I want, and second, I get most of the credit. But can it wait till tomorrow? I'm really tired." Pyro sighed. "Okay, but tomorrow, be on top of it! I can't have you half sleeping on this expedition!"

       Zane rolled his eyes as he walked back to his hut. As he walked in, he felt the wind, and that sent a shiver running down his spine. Okay, this is really concerning. Zane thought. When he got to his room, he ripped his costume off, revealing his blackish skin, dirty blonde hair with a red tip. A blue bulb held his hair together into a ponytail at the end. Ragged red-black clothes covered his body. His eyes were orange, and his fingernails were so long, that they looked like claws. His overall appearance looked like a criminal, but he was really a hero with a heart of gold. Also, one in need of sleep. He dived into bed and instantly fell into his sub-consciousness.

       In the morning, Zane rushed back outside only to see that the entire village was gone. Oh, shoot! The ceremony has started! But, wasn't it yesterday? He dashed down to the pool of lava they called the town square, (which they really shouldn't, as it's circular, and the 'town' is really more of a colony). Sure enough, the whole village was at the lava pool, but Pyro was over near the cliff waiting for Zane. Pyro spotted him and gestured for him to come. Just as Zane started to climb down, the wind, so strong and so cold, hit him and he was knocked off. As he plummeted downwards he thought, Did...  did they cancel the celebration yesterday because of how cold it was?

      The drop was at least thirty feet, but when Zane landed he felt fine. Huh, Zane thought. That's real wei- "Get offa me!" Zane jumped at the sound of Pyros voice. "Umm, sorry Pyro," Zane grinned sheepishly. Pyro grunted as he rose from the rocky ground. "Heh, I guess it's alright, but I think I might have already found the source of the cold." "What?! Already?!" Zane gasped as he leaped backward in shock. Pyro smirked as he dashed off." C'mon! The sooner we solve this the better!" Zane followed him and soon caught up with him." Pyro, is it just me, or is it getting warmer?" Zane asked as the duo barreled deeper into the cave. "That's because the closer we are to the source of the cold, the closer the stolen heat is," Pyro skidded to a stop."Hmm..." Zane looked around and saw a metal tube straight ahead of them. He took a step into the tube only to find out that it was ice cold. The cold shot through his foot like a bullet and Pyro whipped around at the sound of Zane's screeching voice. Zane collapsed on the cave floor like a ragdoll and blacked out.