Lydia Voltaire only longed for one thing; to complete her training and become the ancient, powerful wizard she was born to be. But there is only one problem...well, two problems actually. First, no matter how hard her guardian Lucius Voltaire trains...
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The gremlins must have been having the time of their lives right now.
The garden looked almost unrecognizable, with the thick snow falling over it like a blanket of white. There was no sign of anything remotely green, only some of the crops and plants that died out the minute the snow hit. But with the fresh pack of ice, accompanied by the freezing wind, it was a lot harder to catch gremlins now.
"This is utterly miserable," Princess Lis remarked from beside me, her eyes trained to the white-caped window. Thanks to the heavy beige fur coat she hid under, she was barely visible.
"I'm sorry you had to stop for today," I told her.
She tried to fix as much of whatever was ruined in the garden -with Ayana and Redmond trailing behind her. But the blizzard outside was too fierce that the three of them got knocked back whenever they tried to move a step, so they had given up and went back inside.
For me, it was easier to surround myself with a thin wall of fire that helped melt the snow underneath my feet. And the cold was never a problem. But it was the gremlins who almost made me pull my own hair out.
They had taken advantage of the thickness of the snow to sneak through and hide better. Not even my flames were enough to drag them out because the little bastards knew where to avoid it. So by midday, I had called it off and decided to wait a few days until the snow thinned or stopped altogether.
I just hoped the garden would be alright by then.
"I hate to think you had something to do with this horrible weather, Calix," King Gabriel almost grit out from where he was sitting nearest to the fireplace, a warm cup of tea in his hand and looking similar to his sister's attire -only with a black coat.
It seemed like the Imarnian people really hated the cold. Or perhaps it was just their royalty.
Even in a fairly warm room, the king and his sister seemed a breath away from freezing, despite the heavy clothes they both wrapped themselves with. King Calix looked to be the merriest of us all.
Nonetheless, he looked offended at King Gabriel's accusation as he set his own tea down. "Don't be ridiculous, Gabe. Just because I have the magic of ice doesn't mean I caused this. We're almost at the end of the year, so it's only natural that you experience this weather."
He finished with a roll of his eyes, but King Morrison snorted at him. As for him, he appeared to be taking it the worst, his gold fur cloak enveloping him like a second skin. Ayana was occasionally shivering beside him.
"Pretty convenient, considering you're the only one here who doesn't get affected," he said.
"Oh, stop complaining," Queen Adria scolded the two. "It's only a little cold."
She looked pretty comfortable and warm, snuggled next to her wife on the large red couch, truly unbothered by the weather. Well, that made sense considering Vallas was the second coldest kingdom after Trinivan, with it being nestled in the northern valleys.
