Flowing, from his fingertips, the streams of frost crept up the trunks of a rhododendron and encasing it in a block of ice. He advanced toward the polar bear, mustering the remnants of his strength, despite the menacing, vociferous roars of the bear. This would make a fine warrior, he thought and with that he cursed the bear.
His once matted fur was now reduced to shards of crystallised ice, his eyes were hollows of rage. The winter king was now the reigning tyrant of the surface. All that was left was his adversary Pyro- the untamed flame.
Dawn was an angry red horizon fighting the darkness, the picturesque stars retreated to their hiding place ,almost as if they new what was about to occur . This would be the last stand for humanity and creatures alike…..