Eric and Martin were at Eric’s home. They were playing video games on Eric’s Xbox and Martin lost the game again. Eric's home was old timey, filled with browns and beiges and they were in his bedroom next to his white and brown bed. The Xbox was black and had a green button to turn it off and on. The carpet was beige and Eric and Martin were sitting on that carpet with black and green controllers in their hand. They were playing Minecraft. Martin had just died in the game after Eric had gotten the godly enchantment.

“Eric, help me!” yells Martin.

“I’m trying to get god armor,” says Eric. “Give me a second.”

He gets up, drops his controller on the floor and goes to his bed where he sifts through and grabs his phone to go back to his data on Minecraft and then he notices that Jordan had not sent him a message.

“Jordan didn’t send me any message,” says Eric.

“Okay?” asks Martin.

“No.” says Eric. “He always sends me messages. Something is off.”

“We could go to Jordan’s house right now if you want Eric,” says Martin.

“Let’s go.” says Eric. The two of them put on their jackets and gloves and hat and slid down the stairs as they walked outside of their home and walked towards Jordan’s home. They walked through the icy, snowy neighborhood before arriving at Jordan’s house. They came to the doorstep and rang on the fancy doorbell. The doorbell was navy blue and had a nice ring to it. Kristina opened the door.

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“Mrs. Glaciov.” says Eric.

“Hello.” says Kristina. “Have you seen my son?”

“Is he not here?” asks Martin.

“No. Actually, he hasn’t even turned up and it is now 7 PM and will be getting dark. I have had no messages from him.”

“We haven’t either.” says Eric. “This isn’t good. Where did he and Jessica go?”

“Jessica?” asks Kristina. “He’s hanging out with some girl?”

“Jessica Ramirez.” says Eric.

“Ramirez!?” asks Kristina. “I know that name.”

“You do?” asks Martin.

“I don’t think that your son has mentioned it, but he has ice powers. He can like, shoot ice and freeze things.” says Eric.

“Really?” says Kristina.

“You don’t look surprised.” says Martin.

“This is a secret.” says Kristina. “But I had powers exactly like that once before. But, a ruthless man took my powers away from me.”

“So that means?” asks Eric. Kristina nods.

“I know Jessica’s father. He is dead because that same man killed him.”

“Who is this guy?” asks Martin. “He sounds like bad news.”

Kristina nods.

“His name is Aldair Storm.” says Kristina. “And he is the worst news you can imagine.”