A section of my story, yet to be officialy named
Aria found some dried sticks, and cast "Burn". She curled up beside the fire, but it didn't warm her very much as the cold wind cut across the empty field. The sun hid behind dark clouds and soon, it began to snow. Aria slowly and solemnly stood and looked up at the flakes falling down.
"Koro... you certainly would enjoy the snow, wouldn't you...?" she whispered. Tears slowly crept down Aria's face. She tried to remember the fun times they had together, but all she thought of was her mangled body, ripped to shreds by the wolves in the pit. "Torek... TOREK, YOU BASTARD!" The ground shook as Aria brought forth stones and shattered them with lightning.
As she was about to destroy another boulder, she remembered Koro's face. It almost seemed as it was telling her, "Heh, you would do that, wouldn't you? You can't even stop a mage weaker than you, yet you shatter stones. You're helpless, Aria."