"Give yourself to me!" A wispy voice vibrated in his mind. "Let me claim your body as my own, and I promise you will never be alone again!" The voice sounded peaceful, but something was wrong. I promise I won't hurt you, just let me in. I'll make it all better, I'll even make sure you never feel alone again!"
Peering through the darkness, Thomas searched for the voice. "Where are you? Why can't I see you?" The ice had encapsulated him at this point, and his body was stuck in place.
An evil laugh echoed around him as he felt himself beginning to fade away. "Nevermind, your body is too frail to contain me. I guess I'll just let the Ice finish you!"
"No please." Thomas begged as he lost feeling in his toes, "I don't wanna die!"
"Tough luck kid, it's a shame you got the journal. You seem like such a loyal follower. It's such a shame the Flara won't be able to convert you!" The evil laughter continued as the numbness claimed him. Soon the darkness began to fade into something darker than darkness. The kind of empty you feel as your spirit begins to leave your body. Suddenly A beam of golden light illuminated the darkness blinding Thomas.
"Begone!" The dominating voice of the magegod commanded. It's bright light piercing through Thomas's closed eyes. The first voice hissed in annoyance before fading away leaving Thomas alone with the light. "Thomas, you're body is close to death. You need to use your power to melt the ice."
I don't know how! Thomas thought across the darkness to the being.
"Yes you do." The being stated as he rose his wispy hand up towards Thomas. "You magic lies in emotion. The same way mine did, you must control your emotions if you are to survive!" The ancient finger connected with Thomas's forehead and a flood of emotion washed over him. Love, hatred, and sadness dominated him all at once. "You have the power to free yourself from this spell Thomas."
What do you mean! I don't understand! Thomas thought, his emotions swirling in unison with the ones that consumed him.
"Think of what makes you happy Thomas. What is the most important thing in your life that makes you happy?" The being stated with a simple tone.
An image of being home when he was a child flashed into Thomas's mind. He was curled up in bed and was snuggled up to his parents. Then a bright light came bursting through the door as a man came in, a long knife in his hand. The scene scattered in front of him, dripping and falling away.
"I said joy, not pain" The voice shot through his head with wild fury. "Rage is not the answer to life. I gave up my life gladly in the name of love, not in the name of anger! Try again, what is it you want most in this world? What is the one thing you would be willing to die for? Picture it, dwell on it, and if your heart speaks true, you will survive!"
A scene began to form around him. He was laying on the grass, it was early summer, and the weather was warm. He was stretched out, enjoying the sunshine. He was looking up at the deep blue sky when he felt a hand wrap its way into his own. Looking over at his side, he saw Alex. He was laying beside him. They were both in plain clothes, and Alex was smiling at him. The feeling sent warmth shooting through his body. His heart began to beat faster as the warm smile engulfed him. "Alex?" He thought to himself as the scene around him seemed to grow more intense. The sun began to beam down on him, and the light began to hurt his eyes. The suns rays were so hot. The light began to burn his skin, and soon he had to roll onto his side to try and avoid the burning temperature. Alex's smiling face had grown closer to his own. His mouth was moving, but no words came out. Alex slowly moved closer, his lips touching Thomas's ears. The words he spoke finally registered making Thomas blush furiously. "I'd die a happy man knowing I got to love you for all this time."
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