Softly, under her breath, she began to sing. Her voice, though weak at first, gained strength with each word.
“In the heart of winter’s breath,
Frost and shadow intertwine in death.
Snow shall bind and ice shall hold,
Those with hearts both cruel and cold.
Through frozen winds and icy moors,
The tundra claims what it abhors.
Shards of frost, unyielding, stark,
Will snuff the fire and dim the dark.”
Candice’s mocking laughter rang out. “What is this nonsense?” she sneered. “You think a little song will save you?”
But Bella ignored her, her voice steady as she continued:
“The cold, unending, shall embrace,
The unworthy ones who lose the chase.
A glacial tomb, their wicked price,
Fall before the wrath of ice.”
A shimmering glow began to emanate from Bella’s skin, f
