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December still stood behind the pillars of ice, they surrounded her like guards protecting a princess from a dragon, which would be a good story, except that if you concentrated hard enough, you probably could make a dragon in the form of earth or some element. Lightning zapped the ground, leaving a spot black and charred, it was a very light-purple lightning, December had never understood why it was a purple over a blue, red or even a yellow.

It was still warm where he had kissed her, on the lips, December had listened to him, she wasn't sure what to think or do right now. So he did remember her? When the sun had come out, she looked at it, startled at the sight, she felt herself drop several degree's in anger. She looked at him totally puzzled by what he had to say "Then, why and how...I...don't get it." She whispered, touching her lips. God, she was such an airhead! It was all so fats, so many things said, so many things to say. December looked at the tornadoes of wind, she shook her head "But, if...I...wait, so you do remember after saying you didn't? And then there is the phone call, and my little red ribbon from when I was little, that happens to be a reward for my first elemental accomplishment...and then you get all...I know you...migraine..." She rubbed her forehead.