TW: Blood/death

Frost rubbed his arms as he walked, breathing shallowly.

A golden mist had set over the land, showing that morning was coming. It has snowed again, making it easier for Frost's footprints to show on the ground.

Frost gently touched his chest where the void was. When he had waken up, it felt like everything had vanished. His pain, his sorrow, his grief. Frost felt like a shell of himself.

So he walked aimlessly, as if he could find himself on this trail.

He entered the forest, where the pine trees were coated in soft blankets of snow. Frost paused at the sight of a small white animal crouched underneath a low hanging branch.

The wolf's dark eyes were trained on Frost, examining him closely. Frost took a small step away. It turned and disappeared back into the woods.

He shook away the dread that was starting to slowly build in his heart, and distracted himself with the snow.

He waved his hand and the snow billowed, bending down to his command. It swirled around him and snaked up to his outstretched hand. A mound of snow formed in his palm, changing shape as he tried to remember each and every detail.

Soon, he had a small snow figure of Nico. His hand warmed and he rubbed it over the sculpture, melting the structure just enough so that it would mend together and remain in tact.

He stared at it as a small column rose from the ground beside him. Frost turned and carefully set down the sculpture, then took a step back to admire it. He bent down and scooped up another handful of snow, repeating the process except this time with Jerome. He even carved in the fur details.

Two small pedestals made of packed snow stood together in the clearing, with fallen friends held up to be admired.

Frost sank into a daze, blocking out everything around him to create these sculptures and display them for any curious eye to see.

When he finished, Frost stepped back and gazed at his creations.

All were accounted for, save two.

Himself, and his enemy.

Frost's emotions started to bubble back to the surface at the sight of everyone being together again. Suddenly, his whole situation felt unreal. It was hard to wrap his head around the idea that they were no longer here. He could no longer spar Jerome, or trade knowledge with Nico, or listen to Florian explain a new healing discovery, or help Rafessor build an invention.

One of the scariest parts of his partners' deaths, was that he never saw anything. His future sight has stopped working. He guessed it was due to the monster's presence or the dark magic in the area, but it didn't seem right.

Frost's train of thought screeched to a halt when he heard soft footsteps packing down snow behind him. Frost froze, his back straightening.

"It seems you have forgotten someone," A cold voice murmured from behind the sorcerer.

Frost inhaled shakily, then exhaled, "I have not."

"Hm," SSundee murmured, slowly stalking to stand beside Frost, "And yet, you've added a friend of mine."

"He was my friend before he was yours," Frost snapped, "And I doubt that feeling is mutual."

SSundee towered over Frost, blocking the sunlight and casting Frost into shadow. SSunded tilted his head, allowing a better view of the scar that zig-zagged over his face.

"Emphasis on that 'was', Frost," SSundee hissed, "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to be alone."

Frost but back the words he wanted to say, the names he wanted to call SSundee, but he refused to give any satisfaction to SSundee.

In a deadly even voice, Frost turned to look directly at SSundee and softly said, "Let's get this over with, why don't we?"

SSundee shifted and revealed a dark purple scythe, its tip curved and sharpened. It radiated with energy and magic. "Whatever you say."

SSundee spun on his heels and swung the scythe. Frost ducked and waved his arm, sending a blast of ice rise from the snow and connect to SSundee's arm. He grunted, then snarled, ripping his arm free and causing the ice to shatter. His kicked away the pillar and swung the scythe again, this time aiming further down to make his dodge harder.

Frost stumbled back and blocked the strike with more ice. Frost danced away from SSundee, commanding the snow to billow around the two to create a thick fog. Through the ice, Frost could still see his attacker. SSundee was looking around wildly, trying o spot a figure amongst the snow. Fire crackled in Frost's palm, licking at the snow billowing around it. Frost harnessed the energy and shot a blast of fire through the fog and connected it directly with SSundee. Unfortunately, SSundee had spotted the flames and had just enough time to raise his armored arm to block most of the fire.

Frost sank back into the fog, walking slowly around SSundee as he shook out his arm and snapped his attention back to the fight. Frost crept forward, coming up behind SSundee. Suddenly, the man swept his scythe in a circle, catching Frost's side and throwing him sideways. Frost collided with the snow, wincing as pain burned his side. He shifted to look at his wound, gritting his teeth. The skin around the slash had turned a blackish-purple and leaked his blood onto the snow.

Frost looked up and saw two orange eyes and a dark figure slowly trudge towards him. Frost tried to push himself away from the madman, but he was quick. SSundee planted a foot on Frost's chest, causing him to wince. SSundee leaned down and grasped Frost's sweater collar. Then, he brought the scythe down on his side, tearing a gash into his flesh.

Frost shrieked and thrashed, a desperate attempt to escape. After a few seconds of the pain, he stilled, trembling slightly while breathing heavily.

SSundee stepped off of Frost, but still held onto him. Then, SSundee started to drag Frost through the forest. Frost slipped in and out of a daze as he was taken away from the forest and past his home, and all the way to the graves.

SSundee dropped him on top of the graves. Frost winced and tried to move, but the cold tip of the scythe met his throat, then slowly trailed down to his stomach, lightly hovering over his skin. SSundee brought the tip back to Frost's throat, then inhaled shakily.

Frost squeezed his eyes shut as the weapon plunged into his skin.

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