(Me: Let's write. My mind: Ok! Time to re-write a prologue! Me: We really get to do that! Yay!)

East looked up at her, eyes glowing. He couldn't smile, but if he could he would. He did look over at the ice, which was creeping across the room.
North nodded, "Each magic comes from one of us or combined over time to create a unique magic," She kept explaining as she clicked her teeth together, eyes glowing, "Better hurry I guess."
She placed her claws on the ground as ice zigged across the ground, freezing the hallway after a couple of seconds. It was already starting to melt, though North made the ice thicker and thicker by the second. Will was barely doing anything now, though it appeared to help.

Nothing happening was good, especially since the king said bad things where going to happen. Or it would be worrying since nothing happened yet and it would make every one feel dread for what would come.

(Me: Oh, oh! Let me join you, Kiwi! My mind: Nope. You still have to figure out which story you're going to write. ... What do you think of your Echo idea? Me: ... What was the plot to that again? My mind: You wrote it down somewhere. Right?! Me: *big shrug*)

"Hurry as in go through? Ok!" Churrio chirps and, patting East's head, bounces forward in her bird way.
Azrail really hoped they wouldn't get chopped to bits.

But our young heroes - or most of them - were asleep and so they didn't have any worries.

(Everyone: I like your story, I want to read more. Me: Eeeeep. I only have a plan for the prologue xD and even writing that burned me out =P. Also thanks for your compliments =3! Good luck for your ideas and such)

East nodded, following Churrio. When he stepped on the ice it seemed to melt under him, making puddles with each step he took.
Will followed, keeping Azrail close in case any more blades of death swung down at him.

I guess that's true xD. Except Tippy... poor Tippy. At least nothing bad was happening *cue dramatic lighting in backround* yet.

(^w^ Yeah. Wish I could give you more writing energy. =P I don't have much though and I wouldn't want it to backfire.)

Churrio holds East's hand as she skips through the hall. She heads back occasionally to splash in the puddles East was making.
Azrail kept near Will as well. He was quiet, as always. If he had something to say, he'd probably use sign language.

(It's fine, save it for yourself! I'll work out the plot eventually, I do need to write about my Plot-Twister, this is actually his origin story! Anyways I suggest just writing short random things, I feel it deffaintly helps!)

East was moving quickly, but only because there was a chance him melting the ice could set a trap and that it did as suddenly in a blink of an eye, he was covered in arrows.

Will was silent too, preferring the silence so he could listen for traps. Not like anything happened, it was pretty fine, well other then East now covered in arrows.

(Short random things seem to be the only thing I'm able to write...)

Churrio squeaks in surprise and asks East if he is alright.

Azrail immediately went to help East. If someone was hurt, Azrail would help them. It was something he did.

(At least your writing though! That's better then not writing at all!)

East looked at her, "Why wouldn't I be alright," He asked not seeming to notice he looked like a hedgehog.

Will chuckled a bit, coming over and flicking one of the arrows, "Aw, we have our own pet lava hedgehog now!"

(True, very true.)

"Oh... You can't feel the arrows?" Churrio asked, a tiny bit more confused on how East worked now. She fluffs up her wings, "We have to keep moving."

Azrail notes, 'Hedgehog... I don't know how to take care of one of those.' He decides that if East was in trouble or any pain, he would have said something already.

(Moo, very moo!)

East shook his head, pulling an arrow out to stare at, then melted it in his hands, "I can't feel most things. It's hard to feel pain."

Will nodded in agreement with Churrio, "We should keep going since East is fine," He said, feeling the ice start to crack and melt under them.

Churrio feels very sad when she learns that East can't feel most things. She flapped her wings twice before settling and moving forward.

Azrail chuckles nervously as he feels the ice crack and melt. "Moving so no one else gets shot full of arrows seems like a great plan."