~Frosty

We stand on the middle floor, looking around. "It's two bathrooms!?" Someone cries out. I look around at the two walls. "It is. Looks like the Girls is abandoned." I note. The door is boarded up, and there's caution signs all over.

I cut the boards and the door down with the fantasy sword I acquired for this mission. They fall to the floor loudly, and dust flies everywhere. "That's the GIRLS bathrooms!" Anna hisses. But I walk in. "It's not." I say. The group strides in--even Sam and his Pegasus fit in. 

The room, inside, is dusty and lit with torches. The walls are old stone bricks, giving it an Indiana-Jones-Lost-Temple feel. And dominating the room is a dragon statue. It looks REAL, like a real dragon turned to stone. All it needs is color. I stretch my hand out at it and touch it, feeling every hand-carved scale and detail.

Where my hand touches it, frost appears, and then spreads until it's completely covered in Frost. And then a feminine voice fills the room. "Elevator going down." Who'dve thought that the entire room was an elevator?  

We descend in silence, listening to elevator music for a while. And then we hear a steady "thump thump". As we descend, it gets louder. 

And now a random post for the status of the wild Chilly.

These Imps are HORRIBLE!! They trapped me in a bouncy castle that FEELS soft, but is as strong as bedrock!! And then they put a sign on it like in a ZOO! "The Wild Chilly AE. Do not put your finger in the enclosure--she bites. Feeding hours at three, seven, and seven."

I HATE this! And THEN they mock my italic speech! So, eventually, I coated the inside of the bouncy castle with Ice, and are in the process of making furniture of ice, and little rooms out of ice. It's never boring here. 

I haven't seen Bolton, but I heard a rumor that he might get put in a bouncy house next to mine with posters of all the people whose hearts were broken by him in it. 

I advance on the chaos that the Imps have made. They are all flighing arlund. If only I had brought some nets. How will I help my fellow AEs?

Alexandra you're in charge of Fire.

~Anna

As the elevator/girl's bathroom descends, I feel a steady-eerily steady-beat, like a drumbeat- no, like a... like a heartbeat. I put my hand over my heart, and feel the beat, matching the thumping exactly. I swallow, unnerved, as the elevator comes to a stop. The door opens, and we all walk out. 

We walk along the dirt hallway lit up with firefly lanterns, different colored doors on either side of us. There are people-no, they aren't people, but elves, fairies, pixies, gnomes, dwarves... all kinds of magical creatures. They stop when they see, us, gasping. I catch a small, amber-eyed maids whisper, "The Elevator! It's been used! It hasn't been used in centuries!" And another whisper back, "Yes, I can see that! Now run before that poisonous dragon comes to life like it always does when the elevator is used!" 

And they run off, others following, a feeling of panic entering the hallway. Soon, the hallway is abandoned, only a few people still running away. Queenie stops a female gnome, "Just what is going on? Explain everything to me! What do you mean about that oh-so-poisonous dragon? TELL. ME. NOW!!!" 

The gnome looks terrified out of her wits, but answers in a meek voice, "Ev'ry time that elevator is used, the dragon comes to life. There are many of them, one there, one by the chamber, and one by the Cannon, a sm'ller one to fit in the chest. Three of them, fire, poison, and ice. This one's poison. They come to life to prot'ct the Cannon from ab'vegrounders. Only their opposite can st'p them. Opp'site of poison's nicen'ss an' all that. Opp'site ice's fire, and opp'site fire's ice. Though it doesn't look like you've got fire 'mong you. Now, please, Ma'am, let me go!" 

Queenie demands, "Where are you all going? You can't just leave us here! I am royalty! Take us to your safe place! I command you!" 

"N-no, Ma'am, I re'lly can't Ma'am, please let m-me g-go, Ma'am! T-the dragons' coming! I-if you don't stay here to d'feat it, it'll destroy the whole world, not just the R'sort! P-please, Ma'am!" 

Queenie grudgingly lets her go, and she tries to run away, but a gigantic roar stops her, and a cloud of purple dust rolls into her face, and she chokes, falling to the floor, her pudgy face turning purple, gasping, then she falls limp. 

I stare at her, "Is she- is she- dead?" 

Echosong looks at her for a while, "Yeah... I think so." 

Frosty winces, "Well, to avoid more of this stuff, I think we should defeat that monster as fast as we can!" 

I nod, "Y-yeah. We should. What did she say could defeat ice again? Was it... niceness? Kindness? Yes, I think it was something like that. Well, shouldn't we... take our nicest person and make that person defeat the dragon?" 

"Yes, we should. And for the matter of chosing who it is, I think you're pretty nice, Anna. As well as my own sister Clarabeth." Burt says, looking at me, leaning against the wall. 

I blink at him, "M-me?"  

He nods, "Why not? You'll have Clarabeth here with you." 

I gulp, looking around for help. Beth takes my hand and squeezes it, looking at everyone else, "Are-are you sure about this?" 

Everyone nods, and we turn around together, looking back toward the elevator where the dragon was stirring, looking at each other, "We can do this." 

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