Prologue
Prologue
You stepped on the ice, gliding to the boards. No one else was there. Having broken in at midnight insured that. You plugged your phone into the speakers, and classical music flooded the rink. You took a step, and before you knew it, were twirling around, leaping gracefully, and landing softer. You could feel the build up in the music, flowing through you. Turning around, and leaping through the air, right at the climax of the song. The music faded away, and you stopped and looked at your handiwork. As well as your scratches on the ice, along the boards and op the glass, curled even onto the ceiling, were tendrils of ice. You breathed out, and ice crystals formed in the air. Starting the music again, this time you let loose. Emotions surged inside you, and the power tingled in your fingertips. Despite it being only early November, snow was falling outside.