nickdelight
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Armel stopped, something wasn’t feeling right, and soon something was definitely not feeling right. The little finger on his left had started tingling quickly escalating to white hot pain. The back of his eyes lit up and white light streaked backwards in his vision like a sci-fi movie answer to space travel. He saw with horror his little finger detach and felt the warm stickiness of blood spurting down his hand. A sickening feeling rose in the pit of his stomach, he wanted to just puke, but he fought it down. He fell to his knees, as instinct took over. He wanted to scream, but it was too painful to so he just whimpered. Tears welled up at the corner of his eyes. In an effort to master himself he stuck the bleeding hand into the sand and with more concentration than ever before forced it to turn to ice. He put all his concentration, all his energy, and all his soul into changing the sand, more than he’d ever done before. The sand around his left hand rapidly turned to ice spreading out to encompass all the sand under Armel and around him. He was beginning to lose consciousness, but he couldn’t stop the change. He felt everything drain out of him and still the area turned to ice. The temperature dropped and with it Armel collapsed unconscious on the hard ice.
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