Griz felt a cold burning sensation run down her arm into her hand, where it built up. She crunched her face up, concentrating on the image, bringing it not reality. The cold burning ran through her body, until it ran throughout the whole of her body. She started shaking.

  "Griz! Stop!"

  "Nearly..." Griz's breath became quicker and shallower.  

  "No. Stop. You are going to kill yourself."

 She heard footsteps to her left. "No, it will kill you both." Kel said to the approaching person. Griz felt her legs give out from under her, she tried to open her eyes, but they were glued shut by the cold burning.

 "Help... I can't..."

The footsteps stopped, then she heard a little shuffle of shoes. She struggled to hear the noises around her, then they all went silent.

Kel watched Griz shake, grey lines running through her body, this was wrong. Kel looked at the other twelve, who were all standing motionless a bit away. Kel looked at her right hand, a lump of the material was forming a knife. 

  Kel took a step back. This was a reason why they were so few in number. Most didn't survive making a weapon of the precious material. Kel had watched this happen before, most who this happened to died, the rest were spent, their abilities gone, or nearly gone. The few that kept their abilities made up the group that Kel lived with. Sure, the eldest knew how to stop it, but it never did.

  The Milorme hybrid looked around the ground before picking up a stone. Kel shook its head. "The only way she will survive is if you do not interfere. Even then, it is a small chance."

  The female dropped the stone and took a couple steps back, shaking her head. 

 The black haired female spoke, Kel caught the words but didn't understand them, "Astra, what is happening?"

  The white haired female, Kel though to be Astra, replied, talking too quickly for Kel to catch. The black haired female's shoulders sagged. Both sides were watching Griz struggle to survive, her body shaking as her body fought the material. Her body needed to except the material to survive the process. 

  Kel watched Griz collapse as the shaking stopped, the lines along her skin slowly vanishing, a blade of the material clattered on the stone. She had made the blade, but whether she was going to survive was a different story. The blade will tell them if she died, they disappeared when the maker died, not letting others use the weapon against their kind.

  Kel walked over and stopped when he saw silvery red blood trickle out of Griz's mouth, her eyes had opened when she had collapsed and they pointed towards the quarry. 

  Griz remained still on the ground. 

Murmurings came from the other twelve, Kel looked over and saw them huddled but Kel did not move from next to Griz. Footsteps approached them, Kel shook its head at the female, Astra, who promptly stopped walking over. 

  The eldest walked over and picked up the knife that Griz made. It inspected the blade in its hands. Kel watched as it inspected the blade. The eldest, sadly, was the only chance of Griz living. Kel had been counting how long it had been since Griz had collapsed.

  They had a minute to decide what to do. Or she will be dead forever.