Fire an Ice: Bloody Sword by Taeler Jones (bookstand for reading .TXT) 📖

heaven is like huh? I think. I stand up slowly afraid to lose my balance because it looks unstable. But they were like cement, not moving. I turn around, not seeing anything for miles. But then some of the clouds seem to be moving, changing and taking color. Then out of nowhere I am standing in a room with ice blue walls and a pretty blue crib. There was a man next to it that look about 26, he had light blond hair, broad shoulder that seemed to be hunched over the crib protectively even though looking around no one seemed to be in there. Walking around to the other side of the crib I stare at the man’s face. I gasp but he doesn’t seem to notice.
It’s my dad!! That brings tears to my eyes. He looks young and fresh here. He stands straight up and walks over to the rocking chair where he just sits there. I want to yell something but know he won’t hear me. I look in the crib one more time to see myself as a baby. I was cute I think bitterly. My dad starts talking then.
“You know Antanasia your name means “The one who will be reborn”! You are going to be so special, going to have a gift no one else would ever believe!” He whispers softly, “You need to know that one day some very bad people might try to hurt you, the Chosen one!” He says with a bit of anger in his voice. “Never say a word keep this secret safe!” he nods to himself. “So when you get angry, try to keep cool!” He chuckles to himself in a private joke. “But my little baby girl you need to know another thing! I will protect you with my life if it even costs my own!” He half smiles a sad smile. He sits up abruptly,
“One more thing never……
I get knocked hard out of the dream making my open my eyes wide to a white room with five doctors leaning over her with paddles.
“We got her”
“Hurry up she already lost a lot of blood! We could lose her again!”
“Now since she is conscious we need to get that neck dealt with!”
All the sounds seem to be banging against her head, her who body feels dead and her neck she can’t even feel at all. It’s like having your head chopped off! All the nights events go through her mind again making her heave a painful sob and cause her to go to the blackness again. But this time she dreamt blood and horror!
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Chapter 3
“New Life”
It’s been two weeks since the incident, and it was the last day at the hospital. I know you must be thinking that’s not long for my kind of wound but I seemingly heal fast! The officials called my only other relative that was alive, my aunt Abby Clove. She lives in Iceland. So it sadly took two days for her to get here to Germany. I remember her running in tears streaming down her face.
“Oh baby, I am so SORRY!” she whispers, hugging me gently. I was tired of people saying that!! Our family visits her 3 times a year so I’m lucky to actually know her. I just mumble something to her. It seems as if every day my heart gets colder, almost as if it was building a wall around it.
Every day since the “Incident” they would have to turn up the heat because it seemed as if it would be colder in my room than anywhere else. But the cold seems to sooth me, sink in my skin and oddly comforts me. And every night I would build up my icy box of a heart with the anger I felt when the police walked in and told me a few guys escaped and so did the leader, but mixed with that comes grief and pain that no one ever seems to get.
So now here I am in the bathroom of my room in the hospital, waiting to get picked up. Turing around I look at myself in the mirror and barely recognize myself. My unusual white shiny hair looked to have gotten thicker, more prominent. It has gotten longer so it was hanging right at my hip bone. My skin looked even paler then it usually is. Even my eyes seemed to be more hunting; they were as blue as a glacier but have silver flecks in them. People called them ghost eyes; some thought I was a ghost. But the worst out of all this was the puffy red and pinkish line that now ran from ear to ear on my neck. I felt lost, like drifting away.
Clove knocked on the door making me jump. When I get out there she has an old large suit case laying on my bed.
“Sorry this is all I could get.” Her voice was with apologies. After checking out before I know it we were already on the plane.
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Half way there Clove pulls out an envelope and hands it to me. It has a Spring Field bank stamp a crossed it. Opening it, it reads,
Dear Antanasia Irina Ice,
I am very sorry for your tragedy; it must be like nothing else! But your father Charley Lynn Ice told the bank of Spring Field precisely if anything ever happened to send this letter to you.I have so much confusion; it was very unusual for this to happen. It was just another reminder of how much this seemed to be my fault. Looking down to the other hand writing my heart skips a beat! It’s my dad’s hand writing, so I read on.
I know you must be reading this. I am very sorry that this has even happened to such a sweet special girl! Your heart must be broken and it must seem to never heal but in time it might. I am also sorry that I am not there to help you, and yes when I say you are special I mean it. You have no idea how important you are. I don’t really even know. But you are like nothing else. I am also writing this because I am not going to leave you helpless. When you get to Iceland go straight to the bank! Show them this letter and they will understand, believe it or bot your mother and I are very known people.
317-81924-7180
Love you forever and ALWAYS!! –Mum and Dad
A sob almost escaped my throat, but silent tears were now sliding down my cheeks. I handed Clove my letter to read, she has a sad look in her eyes while she shakes her head. My sadness seemed to seep off me because the next thing I know my Aunt is shivering next to me muttering how cold it always is. I am so confused and hurt I don’t even think about the dream that I had when I thought I was going to die. I don’t mind if I die now.
Waiting at the curb for my aunt’s friend I look around at my surroundings. We are in a small town Allengara, population 785. It’s funny how people think that ice land is made of ice, isn’t that Alaska? Here it’s sunny with a little breeze but I am thinking its spring so I spouse there could be ice when winter comes. And believe it or not this small town is all dirt roads. A black pickup truck pulls up ruining my thoughts; my aunt throws my bad in the back and hurriedly hops in the front seat. Hopping in the back I buckle up and stare at the person in front and recognize her from the last time I was here.
“Oh my look at you darling girl you have grown up so much!” Beth Ronoldo squeaked making me flinch.
“Thank you.” I murmur softly, not really wanting to talk. Lucky for me my aunt saves me and starts to chatter. I hear my name in there a few times and making Beth look in her rear view mirror and she has a pity look there. Before I fully doze of I hear Beth squeaks again how we must come to dinner at her house to night and say hello to the family again. Oh god NO! I have only been there on time when I was forced to but then I still never saw any of her kids.
“We need to go to the bank.” Clove murmured.
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I must have dozed because Clove is nudging me awake with the letter in her hand. Signing I look out the window and find the bank. It’s a good size and looked modern with the brown wooded walls and the white trimming. But it was nothing special so I don’t know what my dad thought I would get here? Getting out of the truck I start walking up to the bank when I get odd stares, some seem to recognize me but others just stare. I get that a lot with the way I look. Out of place.
Stepping up to the attends desk I hand the old