(Author's Note: Sorry that this chapter is short, guys! The next chapter will be longer, I promise!)
"YOU SURE THIS IS GOING TO WORK?!" Demetria shouted as she started summoning every last bit of her concentration.
"FOCUS ON THE TASK!" Scylla shouted back, fighting the ice yeti.
Right. Trust the plan. Demetria turned around and held out her hands, closing her eyes and imagining that the storm disperses. That only made it worse.
Scylla yelped as the yeti grew bigger. "DEMETRIA!"
"I'M TRYING!" Demetria whined.
"THEN DON'T FORGET TO BELIEVE IN YOURSELF!"
Demetria started to gather her beliefs in fighting for justice, since it was feels more natural to do so than believe in herself. Eventually, the blizzard eased up to the point where the sun was visible once more. The ice yeti melted, releasing shrieks that would sound ridiculous if it didn't hurt Scylla and Demetria's ears.
"Thank god that it's over!" Demetria gasped, her vision quickly dimming.
"So, you're thanking me?" Scylla joked, yelping as she tried to walk towards the Froster. Nonetheless, Scylla made it just in time to catch Demetria as she fell unconscious.
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The Blizzard
FantasyDemetria had one of her cyrokinetic mix-ups turn into a huge problem, so she turns to an old family leader for help. Will Demetria get help, or will she be pushed to find someone else to help?
