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Day #7. The Sun was setting and darkness was soon going to engulf the small village in East Germany. The civilians walked around, turning their heads with disgust at the sight, hurrying to their warm, safe homes. On both sides, armed bodyguards keeping an eye on anything suspicious. And in the center of the land of these locals that showed no sympathy - Smoke. Flames. Pain.
For a whole week now the fires raged, trying to turn its prey into ash. The young woman named Sylvietta Nu was tied to a long, metal post, immobilized and defenseless, unable to escape from the merciless flames or suffocating smoke. Her skin melted, only to be regenerated and make the innocent girl go through the Hell they've set up for her over and over. At this point Nu felt nothing. Her naked body hanged motionless, head lowered down, feeling her sanity quickly drop and insides evaporate from the lack of energy. It was her fate to die right there... unless someone showed remorse.

As the darkness engulfed the town an individual seemed to have stayed when all others had left. He stood there unmoving despite the sight in front of him. The pair of blue eyes just glimmering in the dark. The guards were to feel uneasy by the man who had not left.

Chills were brought into the air when this individual seemed to be the only one standing near by. How had it gotten so cold so fast? Hadn't night just started? Where did the cold come from?

The man began to lower his hood and walk out of the shadowy spot he had been sitting in. He looked at both the guards and just shook his head. "Have you people no shame?" He obviously had a different accent from those around here. Perhaps a traveler or someone else? The man walked forward into the light illuminated from the flames. The silver white hair upon his head seemed to be the first thing that had appeared once the man had been illuminated.

"Why do you continue to torture those who's pasts should be let go?" He continued to walk towards the guards obviously not planning on stopping.

This foreigner's presence alone created a tense atmosphere that weakened the flames. In reaction to the new voice that sounded over the layer of chirping noises of the flames, Sylvietta slowly raised her head, curious as to who uttered those protective words. Her lifeless, blank eyes gazed into the sharp blue eyes of the individual, as If sending a cry for her help. Her lips though only shook, the girl seemingly unable to utter a word or even scream for help. That's how much physical and psychological torture she's had to endure.

The guards asked the young-looking man for his identification, while constantly giving him warnings to cease his movements, pointing their fully loaded sub-machine guns at him. They shouldn't feel in danger in a situation like this, being fully equipped and covered by armor, but the tone of the silver-haired foreigner sent chills down their spines.

"My my you individuals love your shinny toys don't you?" he continued walking obviously not really bothered by the guns. "If you think a piece of metal such at that scares me I fear it's but a waste of your time." he continued to walk forward. The cold which was thought to be bad before had begun to get much fiercer as he closed in towards the flames. "Oh my now why would you use such a tool for attempt to harm" he shook his head "Heat is something that I just can't bare. Please excuse me" he blew into the air and a whirling chill went between the two individuals and the flames began to die down. A few embers of the flames froze in mid air.

Nu slowly raised her eyebrows, astonished by what she was witnessing. The temperature was drastically lowered. For the first time in days she felt the cold night breeze on her skin. With the flames frozen now, her flesh quickly began to regenerate, slightly sparkling over her wounds and scars, replacing the dead skin and muscle cells. Is he a magician? A deity? Or were these hallucinations created from her weakened mind?
"Run..." The aryan beauty quietly warned despite not being able to tell reality from her imagination, but If there were really anyone who tried to save her life, he would be executed on the spot. And just as she though, the guards waited no more. Both pulled the trigger, aiming directly for the foreigners head! The loud gunshots and bright muzzle flashes scared off all the villagers and their animals.

The moment the gun shots rang out he reacted almost inhuman like. Perhaps it wasn't even truly him who reacted this quickly. Large chunks of ice appeared in front of the man that had been manifested quickly from the Condensation in the air. The bullet spray entering the ice and slowing down to a halt. Of course the ice was quickly torn apart by the bullet fire and the bullets tore through the abdomen of the man.

He fell to the ground. Obviously the guards who have no reason to believe him to be alive after such an onslaught. Though the ice and the chill in the air lingered quite strongly. Despite the man laying there motionless. Just one thing was missing but the guards wouldn't tell at a first glance or close glance considering their state of shock. Where was all the blood?

Enough time was provided for Sylvietta to fully regain consciousness. Despite the lack of energy, the witch used her demonic powers given to her in the past to aid her savior. With telekenesis she adjusted the machine guns to miss their target, but the best she could do was slightly misdirect the aim. The foreigner was clearly shot and fell down, flat on his back as If knocked out.

"Damn it!" Nu cursed, waving and fluttering her body around, resisting the tight ropes! She had accepted her fate just a minute ago, but taking a innocent life with herself was beyond acceptable. She struggled for redemption, eager to send the guards to the depths of Hell! Her intent to kill appeared for the first time in her life. Nu was convinced the foreigner was dead. Or was that just a false assumption?

As the guards drew their attention back later to Sylvietta the man had sat up brushing himself off. "My my you people don't fool around." he ran his hand along the numerous bullet holes in his abdomen region. "Jeez if I could Bleed you might have actually killed me!" he shook his head "Now that's not a way to treat a foreigner or a lady may I add." the man placed both his hands forward and the air's condensation created sharp ice shards.

The man tossed the shards through the guns of the men. The guns despite being made of metal and other materials had been sliced apart by mere ice. "I suggest you go on and leave before you meet a fate worse then death" it was very easy to tell the man wasn't foreign to what he said. But, also very obvious to tell that he didn't like what he had just said.

Such an intimidating aura. The guards, dropping their shredded guns, began running away without hesitation, chanting "Monster! A new witch! A demon!" Wow. Two highly trained men prepared for doomsday itself couldn't stand for a second more in front of this ice devil. Even years after this event rumors would spread throughout all of Germany about a mythological ice giant who claimed the body of a human being. All because of the arrival of this young man. But the story doesn't end there. Could this tragic story of Hell on Earth turn into a dramatic ballad of two lone wolves being treated as outcasts?

"Who... are you?" Nu asked with a low tone, eyes finally regaining color, a sharp, beautiful cyan color close to his own. Using telekenesis once more she untied herself but fell hard on the ashed ground. Her muscles despite partially healed were stiff, too stiff to allow her to move yet. If she were left alone there, its obvious the people would have called for backup and tied her right back.

"Myself you ask? Blizzard Klavern and how about you? I didn't think in this case I'd be saving a witch" his voice seemed to stutter at the word. Though it isn't a surprise coming from the fact that a witch was the one who cursed him long ago. "It doesn't bother me though you seem to be quite subtle compared to others I've met" he looked around "This place isn't exactly friendly...?" he looked around as a lot of terror had begun to be spread through the city as word that the witch is escaping.

"Blizzard Klavern... such a cold name. How ironic." With shaking legs, the girl raised her body and tried to keep balance. One arm covered her chest. Obviously she still had her maiden mannerisms, trying to hide her large breasts. "I am Sylvietta Nu, a witch, as you have noticed. I owe you my life." She showed her honest gratitude while walking towards him, slumping and tripping from time to time. "Help me escape from this rotten place and I will grant you any wish you desire..." Fear still struck the girl and safety was her only desire now, for which she was ready to do anything.

"A wish? I need no wish besides the only wish I would of ever taken was to be rid of this curse. Unfortunately the witch who gave it to me died long ago. I've been stuck like this ever since. I named myself as well, that's where Blizzard Klavern came from. I can't remember my old name after so long"

He nodded at her mentioning to leave this place after all he was only passing through and had already been injured. Despite the look of it those gunshots did a number on Blizzard. "So what got you in this predicament Sylvietta. Besides the whole... Witch thing." he obviously was quite bothered by the term. Something in his past besides just being cursed must have happened dealing with that one witch at least Blizzard was still kind enough to help.