Greetings, fellow readers!
I'm QuillOwl, for most of you will already know, and I'm the author of this story.
Before you read ahead, I must inform you that THIS IS A SEQUEL!
I can't say it any simpler. This is a sequel to my story 'Visible' which I highly recommend you read first unless you want to be majorly confused. Also, 'Visible' is currently being edited so you readers can enjoy the story more.
Alright then, lets get this story started!
ONWARDS, READERS!
'What's the worst that can happen?'
That point, that exact point from when those exact words were said, she blamed him for everything.
Every singular thing that happened that seemed at all unfortunate, she would turn to him and give him a glare that just clearly shouted: 'This is all your fault.'
For, those words are the largest jinx, the biggest curse, the brightest flag waving in front of chaos and fear screaming; "Look at me, I want to be bombarded with terrible fate, agony and death!"
So, she blamed him for everything. From the broken toys due to a tipsy elf underfoot, to when the North Pole almost caught on fire and nearly burnt to a crisp.
Neither was his fault, yet she blamed him.
For, he said those words, those words that threatened the forces of destiny and life with a terrible challenge. A challenge to throw every possible terrible, cruel thing at the person who said such threat.
She knows, by first hand experience, to never challenge fate. Heck, many times fate just attacks her when she hasn't even done anything. But, then again, her and fate don't usually get along, and possibly never will for as long as she lives...
Which wouldn't be long, in her opinion.
So she understands how dangerous and stupid it is to challenge fate and destiny, for it has beaten her in a challenge many times. More than one should call coincidental.
No one should mess with life and destiny, nobody should mock it with challenging words.
'What's the worst that can happen?'
Apparently, somebody else thought otherwise.
The wind howled past her ears; its furious gusts causing a few loose locks from her tied hair to brush across her frozen cheeks, flying around into tight knots and annoying tangles. The snow rushed past them, the surrounding whiteness of flakes blowing across their faces and biting them with its bitter cold.
Well, biting everybody except one.
Jack Frost, the rebellious teenage Spirit of Winter, Guardian of Fun and controller of snow and winds just casually sat there opposite her, grinning at her, as the blizzard that he can prevent surrounded them.
She eyed him with anger, annoyed and burning anger that can be seen within her bright, hazel eyes. Jack, being the irritating bastard he was only replied with a cocky smile and an innocent gleam in his icy, blue eyes.
"Can't you just tone the blizzard down, just slightly?" She pleaded, nearly yelling to be heard over the thundering winds, asking with her sweetest voice and nicest smile.
"We're doing fine, we haven't crash landed yet, so it's all good." His grin growing wider as her eyes narrowed.
He done it again, he jinxed them yet another time.
Sure, wasn't as bad as the curse he said before, but a jinx is a jinx and the fates never let one slip away without some consequences.
"You're the fucking Spirit of Winter, I'm sure you can stop a bloody snowstorm!"
"Chill out-"
"I think the snow has already done that for me." She mumbled, rubbing her head as it throbbed.
Whispers filled her head, so distant and quiet that they ached her brain with their irritating mutters.
Once, those whispers were agonizing screams, yelling into her eardrums every snow fall. Every descending snowflake wailing their thoughts into her ears, which she could only hear. But, things have changed since then, and she has long learned how keep them out and shut them the hell up.
Well, it wasn't exactly long. Around 3 weeks was the real length she has learned this, and it wasn't very useful for her brain still hurt.
Or, that might just be Jack, she couldn't really tell.
"Andrea, I know you want to kill something, but save it for the NightMares and not me."
"Whatever, Frost." Andrea spat, using his last name like it was venom across her tongue.
"Bring it, Annie."
"How many fucking times do I have to tell you not to-"
"Oi!" An Australian accent yelled from farther away, "If another fight happens between you two, I'm gonna make sure that it won't happen again. Ever."
The duo silenced for a moment, giving each other an evil glare and threatening expression.
"Your fault." Jack mumbled.
"That's it!" Andrea launched herself at the Winter Spirit, tackling him from his seat of the bench opposite to the hard, wooden floor.
"So that's how we're doing it, then!" Jack yelled, as his head was smacked against the tough wood.
They rolled around, both thrashing and grabbing for any hold to clutch on to and smack their opponent against the floor or other dangerous surfaces.
The sudden yank on Andrea's jacket sent her towering above the floor, her feet dangling through the sprinting wind.
Andrea was held by something warm and fluffy, a paw perhaps, as Jack was within the clutch of a grey furred hand, hanging from the hood of his blue jacket.
"What did I just say!" The australian yelled, "If you guys want to bite each others head off, then do it after we defeat these NightMares we've been trying to find for two months!"
She eyed the man who held her, who wasn't even a man at all. The gigantic, 6 foot tall, bunny rabbit glared at her with his angered, forest green eyes. His large, grey ears twitched as he clutched on to the duo, his posture making Andrea quiver slightly.
Bunnymund, the Easter Bunny in easier terms (Or Easter Kangaroo, to those who irritated him), didn't seem at all pleased with their sudden outbreak of violence.
"He started it!" Andrea whined, squirming within the clutching grip. She thrashed as she glared at Bunny with an innocent look.
Bunnymund grunted; not accepting any of it.
"Did not, she pulled me towards the floor!" Jack complained, wiggling within Bunny's grasp for a chance of escape.
"Because you're a cowardly bastard that doesn't fight!"
"I learned my manners, and teach inferiors with the respect they deserve. Also, you're a mortal and you'll lose."
She swung her fist at the Winter Spirit, narrowly missing his pale face.
"What did I say about punching me in the face!?"
"To not do it ever again." Andrea answered.
"And...?"
"I've completely ignored it and pretended I forgot that whole conversation." She suddenly unzipped her dark brown jacket, staggering towards the floor as the bitter wind attacked her with its cruel, frozen chill.
"Bunny-!" Jack cried, before he was tackled on to the floor and torn from Bunny's clutching paw. They smacked back down on the floor, continuing on rolling about and thrashing within the vehicle they were inside of.
Bunnymund sighed, "I give up."
He hopped away, towards the other side of the vehicle while the two fought.
"Coward!"
"Idiot!"
"Bastard!"
"Mortal!"
"Icicle!"
"Is that all you can think of?!"
"Better then your insults!"
They yelled and cursed at each other, making the other more energized and angered to continue fighting.
Before more damage could be inflicted, a booming Russian voice sounded, "Prepare for landing!"
The duo stopped, looking upwards from the tangle of limps they were stuck in to see the booted feet of a large, Russian man.
North, or Santa to other people, stared down at them with his bright blue eyes and raised eyebrow, "What is this?"
"She started it." Jack responded, getting a punch in the arm by Andrea.
"Now I'm ending it. Get up, we found them."
Andrea was up first, pushing the Winter Spirit away from her as she bounced on to her feet, "Really?! We finally found them!"
"Yes, but it would have been quicker if it wasn't for this snowstorm!" Bunnymund replied, aiming the comment towards Jack.
She turned towards Jack, giving him a look that clearly read, 'I told you so.'
"Shut up." Jack spoke.
"I didn't even say anything!"
"You were looking at me!"
"So, I'm not allowed to give you eye contact, then?"
"Yes!"
"Fine." Andrea look away from the Winter Spirit, away from his icy blue eyes and glaring at his frosted, white hair instead.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm not sharing eye contact with you, but you didn't say I could just look at you." Andrea answered, now staring at his iced over hoodie, the blue fabric covered in frost and snowflakes.
"Andrea! Stop it!" Jack whined.
"Oh, alright, I'll be nice." Andrea turned away from Jack and look at North, were he stood beside the control panels with his allies.
She stepped towards them, glaring at the globe that centered within the control panel, it's colored surface covered in flickering, shining lights.
Believers, those lights showed every child that believed in the Guardians; The protectors of children and the greatest legends of childhood.
The Guardians were also her friends, the people she felt accepted with that she could almost call them 'family'.
"So, are they around here, the arctic?" Andrea asked as she peered over the control panel.
"Yes." North replied, gazing from the panels towards Andrea, "The group of NightMares we've tried to find since the fight with Pitch have run to here, Antarctica."
"And we wouldn't have found them so quick if it wasn't for me." Andrea added, grinning as Bunnymund groaned and rolled his eyes.
"It was your abilities, not you."
"My abilities belong to me. So, therefore, it was me." Andrea replied to Bunny's comment, her grin growing as she saw the boredom and irritation on his face.
"So when do you think we're gonna find them?" A new voice asked, the bubbly, high-toned voice of a fair, women. Andrea turned towards the feathered women, her brightly colored feathers of lush greens and golds covering her small frame and slight parts of her face, her kind and gentle eyes of pink staring at the others around her.
Tooth, the Guardian of Memories and the known legend as the 'Tooth Fairy', looked at them with bright excitement.
She was overjoyed about they fact they've found the NightMares, just like everybody else who's been trying to find them for over 2 months since they lost them during the Autumn. The time before that, it was Spring and was during a 'battle' which wounded them badly.
Well, not them, for Andrea took most of the beating. She rubbed her sore chest gently at the thought, her face slightly cringing as a small twinge of pain throbbed through her chest.
"We'll land in few minutes." North replied, also buzzing with excitement.
Tooth smiled before she turned to Andrea, noticing the sight of her and her pained expression.
"Andrea, are you okay? Does your chest hurt?" She hesitantly asked.
"Oh, yeah. I'm fine." Andrea quickly replied, snapping her hand away from her collarbone.
"Are you sure-?"
"I'm fine, Tooth, really. It's just become a force of habit, you know."
Tooth nodded, though she gave Andrea a concerned look, before fluttering around for a better sight of the controls that North moved around, pressing certain buttons and using levers.
The sudden jerk made Andrea stumble towards the side, while the Guardians got shock about viciously.
"Bloody hell, North! Thought you got control of this thing!"
"My bad." North bluntly replied, shrugging his shoulders at the furious Bunnymund.
A sudden glow of golden light made them turn their head towards their floating friend, a short man of surrounded by golden sand that embedded within his hair and clothes- Sandy, the Sandman and Guardian of Dreams, flashed images of sand above his head toward North.
"No, Sandy. You're not going to drive the sleigh."
Sandy pouted, his eyes pleading, making Andrea giggled quietly.
"No, Sandy. We're about to land, anyway."
Sandy frowned, nodded before forming whips created from the golden sand around him. He gave a wicked grin, causing Andrea to laugh loudly at the sight.
The clouds drifted past them, thinning and separating until they saw the discolored sky and white plains of snow that covered the ground. Snow continued falling around them and the wind blew harshly, forcing Andrea to retrieve her jacket and wrap it around herself.
The Guardians started moving; Tooth grabbing the hilt of her golden dagger within her feathers, bouncing on her feet as she hovered above the air. North stepped away from the controls, taking hold of his giant, threatening swords as he prepared for landing. Sandy causally floated their, his expression determined yet showing hints of peace. Bunny was already armed, his leather pouches and bags contained Easter Eggs of mass, exploding destruction. Scary.
Silence washed over them as the reindeer grunted at the descending, pulling the flying vehicle from the clouds. It wasn't any flying vehicle; it was the sleigh that belonged to North, the sleigh that brought all the gifts to the children of the world. Even though, the old, rickety sleigh people believed it to be was an idiotic rumor, for it was large and mechanical and just plain awesome.
They stood there, their bodies tense at the plain and blankness of the environment and the quiet that surrounded them.
Until, a sudden blur of black galloped past the sleigh, causing everybody to untense and finally start going to action.
Cries of horses were heard, a swarm of black blurs flying past the sleigh into the distance beyond. The NightMares, the ones they've tried to find for months, were finally in their grasps.
"Hey, Andrea!" Jack yelled, making Andrea turn towards the Winter Spirit on the walls of the sleigh, "Bet I can kill more NightMares then you!"
"Bring it on, Frosty."
Jack grinned, before jumping off the sleigh and caught within the current of the wind, being dragged across the rushing skies.
"You cheating bastard!" Andrea shrieked, hearing the echoing chuckle of Jack.
"I didn't mention any rules, did I?"
"Fine then, if you want to play-!" Andrea picked up her branch that lent against the sleigh, clutching its thick bark until she twisted it out of her hand and into the air.
Her staff suddenly changed, within the quick blink of an eye, to a silver, glittering sword of shining light with she held within her awaiting hand.
"-then lets play!"
She jumped off the side of the sleigh, getting cries out from the Guardians in surprise and horror. She rolled on to the cold ground below the sleigh, dropping to a shoulder roll before returning to her feet in a sprint.
Jack responded, skating through the air and shooting NightMares within his range of blasting ice and frost. Andrea run through the land, slicing NightMares as she twisted and ducked.
Her and Jack's game has finally begun.
Andrea legs wobbled as she suddenly stopped, piles of black, sparkling nightmare sand surrounding her feet as she heaved for air. She lent upon her knees, facing the ground to try to ease her spinning and throbbing head.
Her vision went blurry and her body seemed so exhausted that she felt like she was gonna collapse into the freezing cold snow and scattered nightmare sand.
Well, at least she lasted longer than last time, survived the sickening feeling and weariness that kept over whelming her. She was rather proud that she was actually able to run about and fight without collapsing.
Although, Andrea wouldn't call it 'collapsing' because she was perfectly fine and recovered very quickly afterwards. Jack and the Guardians, however, thought otherwise and made sure that Andrea didn't 'fight' much.
Jack mostly, always preventing her from fighting and getting exhausted.
Which was very pointless, her not fighting. So she gladly avoided Jack's cautious stares and repeated warnings and decided to fight instead.
Her vision became sharper and her legs felt less like jelly, her breath had finally eased out and she no longer felt like she was gonna throw up.
Andrea straightened up, taking quick glances at the piles of nightmare sand with an evil, wicked grin.
A gust of wind shocked her; making her head snap away from the nightmare sand and look beyond the frozen wasteland Jack just landed upon and was walking across.
The Winter Spirit advanced towards Andrea, grinning like a moron and chuckling as he finally reached her. She heard the Guardians not so far away and, even though she couldn't see them, swarm around the sleigh and its control panel.
Jack smiled at her, victory and joy across his face before he cried, "57!"
He threw his fist up in the air and let out a large whoop afterwards, him bouncing on his feet in joy.
"57 NightMares in 5 minutes?...really?"
"Yep."
Andrea lowered her head in defeat, "Arh...that's shame..." Then she snapped her head back up and grinned, "Since I only have 68!"
"What?!"
"Booyah! 68 NightMares in 5 minutes, I win!" Andrea laughed at Jack, "In your face, Frost."
"Liar! You can do that many that quick!"
"Oh, but I did. Maybe you should stop trying to show off and actually attempt to win, for once!" Andrea giggled, "Besides, I might have won because I'm mortal and I value my life more and didn't want to die from evil nightmare horses."
Jack huffed, "Whatever."
"Whatever? You're the one that wanted to play this game."
"You cheated, somehow."
"You didn't say there were any rules. Also, you have the ability to fly, freeze everything, control the winds and snow...and you still lost."
"I was being generous."
"Sure...whatever you say, Jack." She chuckled before turning away from the irritated Spirit of Winter.
"You know what, how about I-" Jack began, before he was cut off by a black blur speeding just them, inches from colliding into them.
They whisked they heads to where the darkened, blurred shadow went, down a large, towering hill.
Andrea and Jack looked at each other and nodded, both knowing what the other was thinking.
Jack burst into the air, shooting through the air and trailing after the black blur. Andrea followed behind, sprinting through the thick blanket of snow towards the figure they were after.
Andrea sighed as she ran, 'Today is gonna be a long day.'
This chapter was supposed to be a hell lot longer.
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