Elementals Book 1: Of Fire and Ice

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ms to move through my veins. My eyelids begin to open, and then shut, open, and then close. My breath vapors as i

sure I'm in. Metal bindings hold me to the wall, the edges cutting into my chest. Tubes run out of my arm as do other electrica

running fr

umping into

attached t

it feel like

body, try to move my legs,

y head snapping in all directions, t

I notice the man

ld him against the opposite wall, tubes running from his arms and stomach, and a strange device hovering in fr

lo

feels as if I haven't talked in years. Everything in me fee

ed w

f the tubes funnels water directly into my stomach. I don't dare move

he man, trying to k

e force, my voice sti

dark brown hair coming into view, the machine moving wi

throat, everything turning weightless. I scream

man's voice speaks over the poundin

my stomach. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to control my breathing,

re gone from my stomach and in their place are bandages. The bands are still there keeping me in place, but

in me feeling tight

machine are gone from his body as well. I stand, my

my hand away, steam filling the air around us. I look at my hand, the burning sensation almost too str

uy is roughly the same age as me. He seems to be in his twenties, his features sharp and straight. Sweat drips from his straight nose, which looks crooked in a fe

ar bone, his shoulders, and even a few along his ribs. Sweat caused his gently tanned skin to glow in the red lights

m hi

d my ha

g up, yet I was sh

apped to the wall, it was easier to get a look around. The space we were in was a small square, not much bigger than a bathroom. The only things on the wall wer

hat was steadily starting to smell like my stomach. I feel around the wal

even wa

s, kicking and even throwing

scream, pounding against the

al," the woma

yes and falling to the floor. After my eyes adjusted, my heart

nd. No roads, no cars, no pe

ternity of sand

s outside, the air hot and

ng at the thing that

a hatch that led to where th

tter, I'd say the thing

ing spa

the white coats

e spaceship thing to the barren

erywhere, and if I didn't know better, I would s

gest moon I had ever seen. And around that moon were two other small

and dared a gla

ree suns that see

nd at all. Instead of small granules of sand, there were very small, very smoot

n my cheeks, the rocks falling

the he

spaceship, his hand wiping at the sweat that's on his brow. His dark bro

seeming to care I'm a stranger. I

way fr