Why Did I Kill Feronzo's Sacrifice?

Brone stormed into the chamber with blood clouding his vision. His already bulky body bubbled and doubled in size. Skin stretched and muscles pulled and tightened. But then, when he opened his mouth a deep growl rumbled out. His lips pulled into a snarl and showed viciously pointed teeth much like mine when I changed. My eyes widened as his body continued to change. “You’re a shape shifter!” I felt the need to point out. Fur the color of golden sun rays sprouted all over his body, and his legs began to shift and crackle until they formed hind legs. When they started to pump and he ran forward, I sprung into action. Getting up I flung air coming from the open door at him. It did nothing but slow him down a little. But it was better than nothing.

I let the water level rise until it was covering Brone’s large paws and ankles. Then, the lightening came crackling and popping like live fire. Brone shrieked. “I’m honestly really disappointed in you Brone. And I’m a little impressed. All I ask is this: how did you do it all? How did you convince Elsa to kill Feronzo? How did you kill me? How did you know that Feronzo would evolve? And how exactly, did you manage to kill our mother, someone who was labeled the strongest of all gods?” Each question brought on a new anger. I was mad, yes, but not for the reasons I first thought. I didn’t notice until that moment, but I wasn’t just made because of what he did, I was mad because I felt betrayed. I trusted too easily again. And he made me regret it. He made me want to go back in time and end myself right then, before I started to care. Of course I had grown attached to some of the people here, but why did I have to become attached to Brone of all people? “You mother. . . . She was a no good bitch.” Cackling. His laughing, a horrible thing. My tears, even

What had got you so upset?” She was speaking gently unlike my father. He continued to yell at me. It wasn’t as if I could burn anything though. I was in the center of the room, and the fire left no traces of being anywhere else. I dropped to my knees. “I didn’t know. I didn’t know he was my brother. If I did, I would have tried harder, so much harder to keep him safe. But now he’s dead, and all because I couldn’t figure out how to put these powers to much better use.” She stopped trying to cox me. Instead she got much more serious. “Snow, if what you say is true, you need to wake up soon. Because that means your brother is in trouble. He doesn’t know what he is, just as you don’t know what you are capable of. Put the fire out and come here right now. I must tell you something.” I couldn’t put it out. How could she expect me to either? I didn’t even know how I made it start anyway. “I don’t know how,” I whispered quietly. She shook her head. “Yes you do. You started it, so you can stop it. Just, think, Snow.” I closed my eyes and tried to think of putting the fire out. I thought of an invisible blanket smothering the flames, then I opened my eyes. “See!” I shouted. “I can’t do it. I don’t know how!” My mother came a little closer to the fire. “How did you feel when the fire