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[Korin d'Rue]

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Korin paced his office floor, his mind now clear of all the alcohol he had consumed over the last three days. Stopping he looked up to the ceiling, in a soft voice he whispered "Grandmother forgive me!"

Korin took the stairs two at a time he knew what must be done. He entered the main floor of his house and took his place on his Throne. The steady drip of water outside was the only noise. Spring and summer Were not kind to his home. The warmer days constantly ate away at the ice and snow that blanketed his home. But even the seasons could not stop what was about to happen.

korin stripped down to only his tights and sat on the throne of ice. Holding his arms out to the sides with his palms facing upwards. He closed his eyes and let his mind search out the cold. Korin pulled at the cold using all his power to draw it near. Korin could feel the stones of the mountains slowly relenquishing there cold that was stored all winter long, to him. Carefully he drew that cold into him.

When Korin felt his pull hit his mother he willed himself to leave her alone and pushed past her. He didnt want to drain any of her coldness from her. Korin inturn could feel his mind and will hit each and every living creature in the valley. From each he took a little of their cold. The last smile he would ever smile crossed his lips as he pictured each feeling a little warmer inside.

Korin drew the cold from every corner of the valley carefull to only take small amounts as not to upset the balance of nature. When at last his hands and arms felt so heavy with the weight of all the cold energy he had collected. Only when he felt he could not hold it any longer, did he crossed his arms across his chest. Releasing all the cold energy he had gathered directly at his heart.

Ice crystals began to form on the muscle that was beating in his chest. Slowly the ice encased his heart. It built up layer apon layer, the ice slowly formed a protective barrier around his heart then around his lungs.

When Korin had Release the last of all the cold he had gathered directly into his chest did he open his eyes. Korin could see the vapor of his breath as he exhaled. Korin knew that he had been successful. The pain was gone!

Korin stood and looked into the ice surrounding his throne. Staring back at him was a man, With looks that combined the images of Merci and Keldril. The Hair and eyes of his mother, the cheekbones and nose of his father and his fathers mouth as well.
The image in the reflection coming off the ice had a face void of any exspression what so ever.

Korin knew that he had gotten great talent inherited from both parents. Now was the time to show it. Korin got dressed and pulled his armour on.
"It is time to do my job, NO longer will my heart distract me as it has in the past."