The Escape Plan
Kline and Emery lie on the ground, the last heat in their bodies being slowly sapped away by the frosted cave floor, in darkness darker than the darkest night. It’s cold, very cold. Concurrently being soaked down to the bone and the icy floor sapping away the last remaining body heat, puts the cousins at the crux of hypothermia.
“So… I-I g-guess we gotta f-find our way out n-now… It’s pitch b-black, we’re blindfolded and t-tied up, and who knows w-where in the cave.” Emery remarks, shivering violently like an earthquake.
“Don’t worry Emery, I have a p-plan…” Kline responds calmly, his voice also shaking.
Without skipping a beat, both Kline and Emery conjure a blade of water magic, slicing open the ropes that are tied around their wrists, freeing their hands before removing their blindfolds.
“Oh w-wow… it really is d-dark in here” Emery says, trying to make out his surroundings.
Without saying a word, Kline pulls out a stick the size of his arm that he had hidden in his indigo-colored robes.
“Hey Emery, d-do you still carry flareburst b-bombs on you?”
“Uuhhh… I t-think I still have some in my pouch, w-why?”
“Just w-watch…” Kline says in a confident tone.
Emery reaches into his pockets and pulls out a black baseball-sized bomb, handing it to Kline. Kline swiftly screws the cap off and opens the bomb up, pouring some of the powder onto the ground. He lays his stick on top of the powder before grabbing a rock off the ground. With one firm smack of the rock, sparks fly in all directions, momentarily lighting Kline’s face up a sun-like color, before the stick bursts aflame.
“F-Fire!” Emery shouts enthusiastically.
“N-Now, lets find our way out of here!” Kline shouts in a motivated tone.
Guided by the warm light of the torch, the two cousins begin making their way out of the cave. The torch radiates heat, gradually warming Kline and Emery’s bodies and bringing some color back to their faces.
The World Stones 