Chapter 17

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Storm sighed, who would help them now? Blizzard was hurt, and the god of healing had just refused to help them and run off. They'd found a nice place to rest, but the Blizzard that was here didn't feel like Blizzard. She was so sad now, he missed the Blizzard who would talk to him, but she hadn't said much of anything since that PrideSeeker had attacked them. He sighed, flicking his tail and padding outside, he wanted to talk to Bliz, stick to his original plan of getting Bliz to capture the god of healing and heal Blizzard for them. He was laying a little way away talking to Moht, she seemed to see Storm coming and say something to Bliz before stretching and padding away. "Bliz? Can I talk to you?" Storm asked. "In private" He added. "Alright, but I really don't see the need for it" Bliz replied as he stretched and followed Storm, a hint of confusion in his voice. "So, what did you wanna talk about?" Bliz asked once they were in a place far away from the rest of the gods. "I need your help" Storm said. "It may sound weird, but I need your help to get the healing god" Storm said, Bliz stepped away. "Why would I help you capture a god! Let alone a god that did nothing to you! Whatever you say next won't convince me to help you, now go do something other then try get me to help you lie and capture an innocent god" Bliz snarled, he whipped around, padding away before Storm could even try and stop him. Storm sighed, he'd have to get someone else to help him, Bliz sure wouldn't. Storm tried to think of an answer to his problems, but none came. He padded back to the small shelter they had and settled down next to Blizzard, feeling completely hopeless...

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