Hello, there! I'm sorta', kinda' new here! So, this is my first story! Please be gentle! Hihihi!
Enjoy! A. Notes: I do not own RotG, except my character(s)
It was the last few days in Autumn. A perfect time in the season. Not too hot. Not too cold. Just perfect. With the brownish-golden leaves moves along with the wind, creating a snow-lookalike. Those dried leaves spread everywhere; on the ground, fountain, parked cars, etc. Making it a wondrous sight to look at.
A girl with long, golden brown hair stood under a tree. Looking lost, at the same time mesmerized by the beauty. She gently, grasp on one of the fallen leaf.
She examined it. The leaf was dim red blood-looking colour. Her fingers grace the surface. Smooth, she tilted her head a bit. She touched the vine line running down from the petiole. She touched the margin, next. It's fragile as its dried feature cracks and falls of the remaining leaf.
She smiles. Letting go of the leaf, it once again, was free to roam with the wind. She tucks a few strands of hair behind her ears before starts walking again. After a few yard, she stops to look up at the evening sky. Like a beautiful colour of phoenix; red, orange and a shade of yellow.
"I missed this." She said to no one in particular. The wind seems to hear her though, as a small gush of wind circling her. Perhaps, in question of why. It wants to know why she's said that. Where did she go. Her smiles replace with a frown. Deep in thought. Few moments later, she shakes her head and the smile roses back to her lips.
She starts to walk again. Then, she heard the sound of crunched leaves and children laughter from the park not far from where she is. Feeling a tad bit curious, she went towards the sound. Feeling that walking was killing her, she broke into a run.
Reaching there in matter of second, she stares in awe. Children was laughing and jumping into thepile up brown leaves. Happily playing among them, without a care in the world. She took each look at the children there. Perhaps in age between five and ten. All were red in the face particularly on the tip of the nose, ears and cheeks.
Some are bigger than the others. But they all had their fun. Sure, a push here and there but fun is fun.
Although, among the children, a teenage boy seems to steps out of all the children. Obviously, for being a teen. Second, he looks different. He wears brown pants that are faded to a light tan on the front and back of his thighs, strapped snugly to his calves by what appear to be mildly lighter brown leather straps. They cut off mid-shin, the edges tattered, torn, and covered in what appears to be thin spindles of ice that reach up to just below his knees. He had blue hoodie on; spindles of icy frost crawling up his sleeves, lesser and lesser as they go. The longest one stop just below his elbow. The matching line of the frost layer went down his collar to his chest, reaching horizontally across his shoulders. When one meets another, they clash and break off into multiple strands, like the arms of a snowflake. They dim as they progress down and across his torso, becoming thinner and thinner, clearer and clearer until they disappear into the fabric. It ends where his chest does, wrapping in a broad semicircle on his front up to the edges of his shoulders. Sparkling blue and silver snowflakes dot the pattern here and there, enhancing but not overwhelming it.
His face was pale. Paler than when you got spooked by some scary ghost or ghouls. Wait, isn't ghost and ghoul have the same meaning? She shrugs at the thought. His hair was as white as snow, with a hint of silver lining running down his hair. Oh, and it's a bit spiky and messy. He was completely contract to the autumn's colours. Like a white crayon between red and orange crayons.
She keeps on staring at him. He seems to be having fun, along with the children. They crowded him, for some reason. Maybe, he's their caretaker. She doubts but didn't make any other guesses. She moves to a tree not far from her and watches. She didn't dare to interrupt the fun erupts between them.
She watches and watches and watches. Hours went by. Slowly, one by one left the park. Bidding goodbye at their friends and Jack Frost.
"Jack Frost…" She whispers, astonishment.
Jack Frost is a spirit and the personification of crisp, cold, winter weather, a variant of Old Man Winter. He is also at times shown as a mischief-making spirit, carefree and happiest when he can behave as he pleases.
Could be that his parents like the mythical stories of them and named him, Jack Frost, she makes her predicament.
She was about to called out for the teen but another teen; brownish hair, multiple layer of clothes, a pair of navy blue jeans, blue boots and yellow mitten, came up to him and starts to talk to him. The girl can see that they enjoying themselves as once a while, they would laugh. That and the twinkle in their eyes indicate that they really close.
Maybe, they brother, she taps her lips with her index finger. When did the last time we talked? She tried to remember her own affectionate times with her brother. She couldn't remember the last time they have any conversation as such, so she just shrugs and continue to watch. Ehh? Where did they go?
She rushes to the exact spot where the two were and look around. Nobody was insight. She scratches the back of her neck. They couldn't just disappear, can they? She frowns. Eyebrows furrowed. Then, suddenly…
"WoooHOOO! Faster Jack! Faster!" A teen voice shouted from above of her head. Snapping her head up, she stares in shock and amazed. Shock in most part. Who would? When there's two teenagers flying around, doing a few dangerous loops.
Jack laughed and they flew faster than what she describing as impossible. She wanted to yelled at them to be careful so that they wouldn't crash. But her voice did came out. When it did though, it came completely something else.
"THEY can FLY!?" She exclaimed.
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