" that was the stupidest thing ive ever seen. " She muttered.

"Yeah, I know." He raised his sword hilt and brought it smashing down on the ice. The frozen shell cracked and began to chip in places. He sliced down again, and the cracks widened.

"This is why it's better to be an only child." Isiea sighs.

"I never had the chance. I'm the youngest of three."

Lise barely flinched as he broke the ice. " I wish i was an only child. If i was i wouldn't even be here. "

"You should've been the oldest. As far as I've seen, you're the only faery that isn't either a narcissistic evil [butt]hole or just a plain narcissistic [butt]hole."

"You obviously haven't met the eldest. He's not, either. Rowan, however..." He placed his hand over the ice where the cracking was greatest. "Both of you need to close your eyes."

She closes her eyes.

She closed her eyes.

Lise could feel the ice column vibrate. The thrumming grew louder and stronger until, with the sound of breaking glass, the ice shattered into a million pieces and she was free. He then moved to Isiea and did the same process.