I can play with ice [Comprehensive British and American]

When I was born, there had been no new clansmen born in the Country of Mist for nearly a hundred years, and the clansmen were very happy for my birth.

When I was just born, I was still a little ignorant. When my thinking was connected with the clansmen, the world became clear and my thoughts became broad.

The first thing I did was to search for our father, Fog, and to offer him my sincerest thanks for allowing me to be born here.

Fog is the first creature born in the land of fog, after him, we are born in this land that never sees the sun all day long.

Fog is kind, and we all love him and are in awe of him.

In the country of fog, except for the fog, there are only two people with names, one is Saqima and the other is Jiao.

Ever since the current Jiao succeeded as Sachima, she never accepted the next Jiao until my birth.

On the day I was born, I became a jiao, and I have been with Sachima ever since, until the end of his life, and I succeeded as Sakima, or until the end of my life.

Clan people say that Jiao and Sachima will be the closest two people in the clan because everyone in the clan shares the same bond.We communicate with our minds, we are hiding in the fog, and we can distinguish each other without names, but Sachima and I are more closely connected than they are. Names and responsibilities connect us to each other.

As a newborn, I can't quite understand the words of the clansmen.Sachima is very strict with me. He always tells me about responsibilities, obligations, and things I need to do in the future.

I don't like hearing him say this, and I don't like being with him. I like being with the mist better.Probably only the fog can stop Sachima from chattering.

I like the breath of Mist. Mist is different from us. My people and I have bodies and can turn into mist, but Mist is just a cloud of fog, but even though he has no body, he has the most powerful soul, because he was born Infinity Stone of Soul.

I often think that maybe no one can hurt Fog, because he is so powerful, when I am in front of him, it feels like he can see into my soul.It's just a feeling, because he will restrain his coercion when I am with my tribe.

Perhaps it is the long years that have given him rich experience. Fog seems to have endless stories to tell. I like listening to him talk about the outside world the most. There are sunshine, rain and dew, flowers, birds, fish and insects, and countless things I don’t know. It’s a pity. Fog is not often able to do this.As I get older, I know that the fog that looked so powerful at this time has become much weaker, and will become weaker and weaker, because even I, who was born soon, can feel it, and the fog will return day by day A day of weakness.

The clansman told me that this is also the reason why no clansman has been born in the clan for a long time. I may be the last person born in the country of fog.

When I heard such news, I panicked and frightened, and I began to spend more time by Wu's side, hoping that he could cheer up, but it didn't work.

Even so, I still don't want to leave, just like those clansmen who are older than me.We snuggled up to him and communicated with each other in spirit, just so that Mist, who couldn't get too far away from the spirit gem, would not be alone, just so that he could see us for the first time when he woke up.

I hate Sachima, and it's not just words.Aside from his chatter, he's probably the only clansman who doesn't seem to be that close to Mist.No one knows whether his heart is as he has shown, because he has the power passed down from countless generations of Sazima, as long as he is not willing, we cannot feel his thoughts.

Time flies, and a hundred years are fleeting. Even if I don't like Sazima, I am still a dragon who may succeed in that position in the future. I accept his teachings and receive his strength.

For a long time, I thought that death is a very distant thing for us with a long life span, but I have forgotten that no matter how far away it is, this day will come.

On this day, we will send off a dead member of the clan.In the country of fog, death does not mean the end. When you die, your body will return to the vast sea of ​​fog that always accompany us, your spirit will be passed on to every clansman, and your soul will reincarnate.

The next clansman born will have a newborn soul, or a soul that has been reincarnated and washed. We have no way to tell, but we know that the clansmen who have passed away will always return.

However, I am the only clansman born in thousands of years. During this time, countless clansmen have died, and reincarnation has become a hopeless hope.We have never known the sorrow of death and become afraid of him, but we have to accept such an arrangement.

When a clansman is born, we share our spirit with him. When a clansman dies, we get the gift of his spirit. Fewer and fewer clansmen make us stronger and longer, but miracles never happen occur.

I began to hate such a fate, but there was nothing I could do, not even as powerful as Sazima.

Fog was born from the soul gem, and has the power to control the soul gem, so we were born and survived in this desolate land.

The fog is already very weak, and he rarely wakes up. Most of the time, he maintains a cloud of fog and sleeps wrapped around the soul gem.

But every time a clansman dies, he will be sober, soberly send the clansman away from this world, just like welcoming the birth of every clansman.

At such times, the only absent clansman was Sachima, who was seldom here except when teaching me.He used the energy of the soul stone's associated gemstone, Neferite, to pass through the cloud gate and go to different worlds to find the hope of our race's continuation.

Never give up for thousands of years, once said to me, Jiao, when I die, this is your responsibility.

"You're not going to die," I answered him at the time.

The stronger the power in the country of fog, the longer it will last. With the power accumulated by several Sazima, there is no doubt that he can live even if we all die.That was me, who just got a little bit of power from Sakima, and after feeling the extremely powerful energy in it, I had an extremely firm thought.

But Sazima looked at me with blue eyes, that color of despair I have rarely seen, "Jiao, I will die eventually, and you will also become the new Sazima."

Our foreheads touched each other, and I felt and learned a lot from him. Every Sazima has great power, but they will all die in the end, and some of them don't even have weak clan leaders.I only know that Sazima has great power, but I forgot that this power is also inherited from others.

Our race is a very powerful existence in my cognition. Except for a few weapons, we are almost invincible with the soul and spirit as the main body and the body made of fog.

In the country of fog, killing among the same clan is forbidden, or we have no way to kill our own clansmen.But the only ones who can make Sazima die are the people from the Land of Mist.Because Sachima is the only one with the power to kill his people, this is one of the most important responsibilities.This is a road that cannot be turned back. Once the killing starts, the countdown of his life begins.

The body of the clansman who was killed will dissipate, and the soul will be reincarnated at the discretion of Sazima, and the spirit will become his strength.When Sazima dies, these powers will become the power to become the next Sazima.

I looked at Sazima in disbelief. I couldn't believe that I was doomed to die from birth.

"Jiao, now you have the chance to refuse, and this is your only chance."

I looked into Sazima's blue eyes and pressed my forehead against him again. I heard my own voice say, "This is my glory."

So please don't despair for me, be sad for me.

I began to believe that Sachima and I will be the closest two people, I was born as a dragon, and I will be with Sachima until his life ends, and I will succeed as Sachima, or until my life ends , to offer my strength to him.

On this road to death, only the two of us can cling to each other.

Not long after this, Sazima found a way to change the fate of our race, and he brought the dark elves.The dark elves have asked for our help in defeating the Asgardian army in exchange for the Reality Gem to restore Mist to health.

They even demonstrated on the spot that the Reality Gem does have magical powers for the healing fog, after all, it is the same ancestor as the Soul Gem, the Infinity Gem.

But this deal was rejected by the fog, and the dark elves were expelled from Niflheim.

I don't understand why Fog refuses, this may be his only chance to continue to survive, and it may be the only possibility for our race to continue.

Sachima probably didn't understand either, and posed the question to Mist.

"Because there are too many beautiful things in the outside world, and the dark elves bring only despair. We cannot continue to destroy the future of other races because of ourselves."

"But I just want you to live, and it has nothing to do with our race." Sachima, who has always been strong and calm, half knelt in front of the fog, begging in a low voice.

After seeing all this, I realized that Sachima was no different from us. He was also more afraid of losing the fog than losing his own life.

No one can make the mist change his mind, we have to obey his words, and Sachima began to travel to different worlds more and more frequently.

But the dark elves did not give up because of our refusal. They sneaked into Niflheim. Our family has great power, even the Reality Gem can only imprison us instead of destroying them.

We killed countless dark elves who sneaked in, and they could only be defeated in the end, but their purpose is not to kill, but to have powerful soul gems.

We pursued them with all our strength and destroyed all the warships. The dark elves failed to take it away, but we also failed to find the soul gem.

We lost Fog, lost him forever.

When Sazima came back, she didn't say anything, just stood quietly where the soul gem used to be.

He collected all the Neferites, and dedicated the most powerful of them to Asgard as a token of our submission.Niflheim then closed the Cloud Gate, cutting off communication with other universes.

The moment the Cloud Gate was completely closed, I felt resentment for the first time in my heart. I resented Sazima for bringing the dark elf here, resented him for giving up searching for the soul gem, and resented him for not coming back in time. Hate yourself for being helpless.

My relationship with Sachima began to grow apart again, but life went on.Thousands of years have allowed me to grow, and I have begun to have prestige in the clan, because I will be the next Sachima, the one who leads the clan forward.

Feeling the trust of the clansmen in my mind, I gradually understood the heavy responsibility on me, but without the soul gem, we also completely cut off the hope of continuing. Without the existence of fog, we even lost the support of our hearts.

I don't know when, the idea of ​​rebuilding a piece with power comparable to the soul gem began to gradually occupy my mind, and this idea became stronger day by day.

As a jiao, I was able to gradually gain more power from Sazima, although it was not as powerful as him, but it was enough.I ignored his objections and restarted the cloud gate, and started looking for ways to make gems.

I found the Fountain of Wisdom, and Sazima didn't get the answer, but got the answer I wanted here.

When Asgard, which ruled the universe, was in turmoil, I led half of my people to betray Sakima and came to a place called Earth, where there were all the beautiful things in the stories of Fog, and there were also ugliness that was not in his stories things, but these have nothing to do with me, my only purpose is to recast a gem here with the power comparable to the soul gem, a gem that can be controlled by me.

Earth will become the new land of fog, where my race continues.To this end the people I brought are willing to sacrifice their souls to be the cornerstone of this new gem.

But in the end, I still failed.In fact, we never thought of success, but just silently waiting for death is too hopeless, hopeless makes people crazy.Both I and the clansmen who betrayed with me know that this may be a journey to death, but for that small hope, we are already crazy and willing to give everything.

At the moment of imminent death, I felt extremely peaceful, and I could feel my own spiritual power flowing to Sazima.

In the end, I just want to go back to the place where I was born, and go back with those of my kindred, instead of dissipating in this strange place.

I have no regrets about choosing to die. My life, which is not too long compared to my kindred, is coming to an end, and I will dedicate my strength to Sachima, who is closest to me.What I regret is that because of me, Sachima's life will also end.

Sorry, Sachima.Sorry, my people.