Aiden

Aiden turned to glare at the pirate, ceasing his attack on the dragon to face him. A nuisance, and a bother. Also, the one controling the beast, but reaching him would be bothersome. Unless. . .

"IceFire Dragon Make: Rise of The Phoenix." Aiden blasted out a large amount of icefire into the air around him, then began molding it into an dynamic ice construct that looked like a mix between a phoenix and a dragon, then sent it flying towards the man's ship with a loud screech. Whether it worked or not, Aiden would see if the Dragon stopped moving, if it kept attacking him, then he would kill it, simple as that. He'd slain  dragon before, he could do it again. 


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Before he could do anything, a strange ribbon of light wrapped itself around his torso, and with it came an unpleasant needling at the back of his mind. The feeling soon grew, and as it did, Aiden's sight began to grow dimmer until there was nothing but darkness. And like that, Aiden passed out, falling head first towards the water from a rather high elevation.

-Meanwhile in Aiden's mind-

He was alone. Nothing around him but the whiteness of the blizzard and the chill that permeated his bones. [i]'Why,'[/i] the child though as he trudged through the deep snow. [i]'Why did they send me away. I did everything they told me, but the outcome is the same. I guess their right, I truly am. . . nothing.'[/i] The boy trugedded on, but with each step sunk deeper into the snow. The wind whispered to him, the snow called for him, and he was sinking away into darkness, slowly loosing himself to the cold. [i]'Ya know, I'm starting to feel warm again. I wonder if that means I'm going to die. Bu what does it matter, I'm just nothing, I have no one, I am no one. I am nothing and that is all I'll ever be.' [/i]
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"Aiden!", The boy opened his eyes, and was nearly blinded by a bright light. In the light he could see the vague outline of a girl reaching out to him. Calling to him. She needed him? She wanted him? Why, he was nothing, wasn't he?

"Aiden! Wake up!" She called to him again, still reaching, still needing, still wanting. Slowly, the boy worked his hand out of the snow, raising the shivering limb towards the girl. Right when he was about to grab it though, he hesitated, unsure of how to proceed, when the girl smiled and grabbed his hand. Suddenly, he was filled with warmth, but it was different than what he had felt before. That had been a warmth that drained him of his energy, of his will, yet this warmth, this heat, filled him with energy, renewed him, It filled him up. He wasn't nothing. He was never nothing. He was Aiden, a proud Mage of Vyper bolt, and like hell he was going to give in to the cold. He was the mother fucking cold, it gave in to [b]him.[/b]

Gripping the hand, he pulled himself out of the snow. . . 

[b]-Back in real life, a few seconds later-[/b]

And found himself plummeting at high speeds towards a wall of water. 'Ice make: Pod', Aiden quickly formed a thick shell of ice around him, and thus was barely able to survive the acidic water. When he hit the ocean's surface, the pod cracked open, and Aiden shot back into the sky. Looking over the situation, memories of what had since the battle's beginning rushing into his head. He was horrified by his action's, the dragon had asked him for help, and he'd attacked it. What was wrong with him. It was this form, Dragon Force,  it had messed with his head way worse than he'd though it would. 'Never again, I'll never use Dragonforce again, even if I die because of it. It makes me too dangerous to be around for both friend and foe.'