Hyrestia Tales: Final Trial Part 1

Mere hours after camp had been broken and everyone rounded up as Savior and Elvis masked their scent, they proceeded to walk unto the road created by the presumed revival of Ledra... although, she hadn't come back out of the Duat yet, probably from grogginess, or maybe simply being lost.
The pathway underneath them seemed to be made of fine aurora borealis to the naked eye, yet to the touch it had an infused texture and strength of a cobblestone road. Frost suspected that Mira herself may have destroyed the original pathway, made her own by weaving magic into the area, and then making sure that her created pathway would cut off access to those unworthy of seeing Poseidon's own home.
Yet, even though Frost was sure that there wasn't anything wrong with the magic, they made a large effort to move on the bridge, walking calmly towards unanimous death (as hard as it seems), after several hours they were still several yards away from the beach. Jamaasian sweat dripped onto the opaque pathway, yet they made no progress at all.
That was when Ignacio started to whine.
"When are we getting there, guys?" he growled. "I want pew-pew-pew time, not walking pointlessly time!"
Amanda clamped her sweaty hands over her brother's mouth, much to his protest, but it was too late.
"You want pew-pew-pew time?" growled Savior. She was surprisingly easy to aggravate, for a durable wolf with a green claw. Sometimes you can't judge a book by its cover. "I'll give you pew-pew-pew time!"
With that, Savior leapt onto Ignacio, knocking him off of the bridge. He would've impaled himself on an especially sharp column part jutting out of a nearby column, except that Amanda managed to grab his hand, being that moments before her hands were right on his face. Even though he wasn't anywhere near a column anymore, he was still teetering by a thread above the blue sea. Although they were very close to the shore, the ocean was only shallow for about a foot before it jutted into a very deep abyss dotted with fierce squid and large leviathan creatures, which nobody had ever returned from.
"Ignacio! Lift yourself up!" cried Amanda.
There was some huffing and panting from Ignacio's direction, then painful silence.
"I can't! Didn't you notice I get "F"s in P.E.?" he replied stubbornly.
Amanda seemed to have anticipated this moment for quite a while. "I told you that we needed to sign up at the local Family Y. But noooooo, little weensy Ignacio says that HE doesn't need good grades! I tell you this is a matter of life or death, and you just proceed to go gold-minin' in your nose!"
Ignacio groaned.
"Please don't call me 'little weensy Ignacio" or something retarded like that." he replied, obviously not always saying the magic word and oblivious to the fact that he was dangling above the yawning crack of death with only his sister's grip keeping him alive.
Meanwhile, anyone who could've assisted them were watching in terror and shock, except for four.
Snowyclaw was frantically playing notes on her flute, but try as she might, she couldn't remember the song that enabled her to have psychokinetic powers. Pink's armor was giving off a tangible electric charge, making the compatiable sound effects Ignacio would've appreciated if he weren't dangling by a thread above death, as if another EMP field were going through her system, only this time it was because of fear. Frost was tensed, despite the tiny kits already kicking around in her belly (how did they grow from embryos to small kits so fast?), and various protocol was rattling through her head, as if she were flipping the pages in a militia guidance book, although no situation seemed to cover two Twoleg kids dangling from a magical carpet, having a very sarcastic exchange.
Maybe it was some evil; maybe it was some spell; maybe it was sheer inner lust for complicated things - for they didn't realize that the most simple solution, the most effective and most odor-free would be to help Amanda drag Ignacio back up. Why she didn't do it herself was because she didn't exercise much, but still got "A"s in P.E. for some dangfounded reason.
However, the one who could've helped, but sheerly did not, probably out of poor choice and the taste of retaliation in her mouth, was Savior. She was clucking, making comments about how stupid, retarded and simply dense Ignacio was, and watching the whole fiasco with unfethered fire in her green eyes - purple fire that seemed to lick at the nature in her eyes, slowly consuming it while nature ignored its conflagration and seemed to embrace the fire.
Frost, abandoning her work of flipping through the pages of her book o' tricks, gazed in Savior's eyes and let what was going on sink in... then rage flared up inside her. Not slowly boiling, but immediately flaring up, like a bonfire.
You must... muttered a voice. You must, you must, you must....
Before Frost knew it, her muscles were thrumming with energy as she glistened with power, the air around her bending in the freezing heat, and she let out a low growl not to be mistaken for a purr.
Realizing the magnitude of what was happening, Snowyclaw yelped and dropped her flute. The golden reed flute adorned with rare berry paint on the air holes and gold leaf trim vanished into thin air, consumed by the Duat vault Snowy owned.
"Frost, no!"
But it was too late.

An inferno surrounded Frost, fire licking the sky, its pigments white and red and emanating excruciating frostbite. Her comrades backed away from Frost, unwilling to get their ears and toes nipped off by the aura.
Amanda gasped, and nearly dropped Ignacio into the depths of who-knows-what.
"Hey! What's so exciting that you have to nearly kill your annoying brother?" he whined. "And why do I have to miss all the fun stuff? First the Twilight encounter, then this gasp-and-drop-your-brother-worthy thing-a-ma-jiggy? Seriously?"
"Nobody but Frost, Shade, Ledra and Twilight himself saw that event, Ignacio. And for this one, its not that exciting, believe me." spat Amanda, yet she never took her eyes off of the transforming Frost.
Despite being surrounded by thick fire that nobody dared to even approach, let alone try to deter, the shadow of Frost seemed to always stay distinct, never wavering, but never unblurring, either. It was grotesque and evil, yet, to select onlookers, due to the fact that it seemed to be there just to boast that it was transforming their pure (well, not as pure as Pearl, but much more pure than Tempest) Frost into a beserk beast.
Then, the fire melted into the ground, leaving  a noticeable scar, and Frost roared, now in her Power Out form.
"Again? Really?" asked Snowy. "Keldeo, go onto the water, even if it resists your grip (Poseidon's territory resists anything, even a creature empowered by its own brood), and get Ignacio and Amanda back up onto the bridge. They'll be important for something else, I'm sure. Pink, try to get over your fear and resist the self-projected EMP field. Tempest, try to ease Frost into calm, or even better, control. I'll be trying to restrain her, too. Savior..."
Snowyclaw glared at Savior, who was still making rude comments as if she were oblivious to the events around her.
"You will leave, eidolon, and disturb none of us in any way thinkable." she growled, infusing her speech with powerful charmspeak and choosing her words carefully.
Savior writhed, clearly unhappy with what was happening (or the eidolon, for the matter), but hissed the words between her (its?) teeth.
"I will leave, and disturb none of you in any way thinkable." Savior snarled.
Then, Savior collapsed, and Snowy's attention was turned to Frost.

To be continued...