Most characters in this story are not mine, but those of Tamora Pierce. Read,relax and enjoy.

Prologue

Joren of Stone Mountain lay on the floor of the Chamber of Ordeal. His icy blue eyes, going dull as death started to overcome him. Blood ran from his temple and the corner of his mouth. A dark purple bruise grew around and on his left eye. A long gash lay open on his arm.

Ice Child, the stony voice of the Chamber filled the silence. I don't know if I shall let you live. There is little good in you, yet much that is bad. You have the ability to create or destroy. Letting you out of this chamber alive could crush the destinies of many. Yet everyone deserves a second chance.

Joren started to feel the blood empty from his lungs and his ribs stitch back together. It was a painful healing, but at least the waves of pain had decreased. At least now he was going to live.

Heed me Ice Child. One false step and you will be released to your torment. Warm that ice that surrounds your heart, and maybe even you can be saved.

The Chamber paused as if contemplating.

When you don't know which path to take turn left.

Joren looked around not understanding the Chamber's last words. Then the great doors opened, and the Chamber was filled with light.

As Joren was being helped through the doors, he heard the emotionless voice once again.

Heed my words…Ice Child.