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Chapter 1

Fight or Flight


I was on my way home when the moron hit me. Cursing I stumbled in the air, my voice rising in anger. I turned my winds toward the source of my emotions, but they were buffeted by another wind. This one cooler than my own. Not uncomfortable but enough to know the difference.

I had collided with a winter spirit. I turned from my path home to face the bastard, and was affronted again. This time by his appearance.

Not many spirits are pretty. Half are human looking while the others look more like trees or birds or some other natural element/creature. The other half that are human are better looking than say a fishy spirit, but none are pretty.

This spirit was young, couldn't have been more than a few centuries old. But his eyes were ancient and that was the first thing I noticed about him. This was partly because I was made to notice differences in everything and how they changed a person but it was also because his eyes were so noticeable.

They were the color of freezing water, he had winter frost hair, and his skin was pale with a silvery cast similar to his hair. His face was pinched in confusion making him only a tad more adorable.

"What the–" At that moment he caught sight of me and his wind built up around him protectively as mine did the same. My hair lifted, my dress ruffled restlessly and my body drifted backward a few feet. I calmed my winds by spreading my hands out into the air letting them whoosh through my fingers. My winds settled and my hair fell back onto my shoulders.

"Who are you?" I asked him warily. The fact that I did not know him did not surprise me. Seraphina kept me locked away from all other spirits especially those who were younger than I. What did cause the note of worry in my voice was the fact that the winds were friends with him as well. There were only three spirits the winds associated with. I recited the list Seraphina had me memorize.

One is you; my daughter of change, two is Kamba of Summer, and three is Frost of Winter.

If my suspicions were correct and this was Frost the child of the moon and the most recent addition to the ranks of Guardians, things could get very bad. I wished with all my might that this wasn't Frost; I wished this was some poor spirit the winter wind decided to pick up and have some fun with.

The white-haired child spun in the air and for the first time I noticed the long gnarled stick he swung with grace and ease. He didn't use it like a walking stick but like an extension of his own body which was probably why I didn't notice it at first. He swung it beneath him and sat on it like a bench swinging his feet back and forth. He cocked his head like a cat and looked at me with open curiosity.

"I'm Jack." He said still swinging casually in midair. "Jack Frost," He grinned at me, waiting.

My hopes dropped and my hands disappeared behind my back to tighten around the hilts of my daggers in their animal hide sheaths. Still he waited until finally sighing and jumping up to twist his staff and hold it loosely by his side instead. His wind kept him aloft and swirled around him lazily.

"This is the part where you tell me who you are." My hands gripped my daggers harder and my wind picked up feeling the tension rolling off me in waves. Jack Frost smiled encouragingly and I felt the barriers around my heart crumble just the slightest bit.

"I am Adaliah." I bowed my head ever so slightly not taking my eyes off of the winter child. I think he might have been waiting for more than that. A last name? I had none. My family was thousands of year's dead and they didn't have last names. This small difference between Frost and I caused a slight crease between my brows. We were not similar. Similarity bred companionship but differences bred disdain, fear, and hatred.

I'd been hated for too long not to recognize the signs.

He was still staring at me, his grin morphing from expectant to a little excited. "What?" I asked a little snappishly.

"I didn't realize the Wind played with others. It makes me happy to see the Wind has other friends." He beamed wide and a lock of snowy hair fell onto his brow. My fingers itched to smooth it away but I resisted crushing my fingers still tighter around my daggers' hilts. I felt my nail dig into my palm, probably leaving marks.

Frost didn't notice my discomfort. "What are you Adaliah?" He asked like a small child intrigued with a new toy. And curse it all he couldn't seem to stand still! It was driving me insane as he twirled his staff again to perch on the top like a bird. Every twitch of his made me swing backwards; terrified that he was about to attack.

Then his question sunk in and my frown grew deeper. What am I? What did he care what I was? Was this some kind of trick to find out about Seraphina's grotto? About her connection to Pitch? As dangerous as this could be I might as well give him an answer; it might make him go away. "I am the spirit of change, the daughter of the earth." The title sounded too grand for the casual conversation but it was the only one I had. "I am also busy." I nodded curtly at Frost and turned to leave, my wind sweeping me into a wild speed.

Frost caught up to me easily, our winds playing together and mingling. "You always run away?" I gritted my teeth at his smirk and pushed my wind forward, but his question prodded my pride and I couldn't let it go.

"I never run away." I looked at him full on while I sped along. "But I am busy." He grinned and the expression seemed to come easily to his face.

"Busy doing what?" He swung upside down and flew above me looking down mischievously. "What do you do anyway? Do you change everything? Or do you change the earth only?" His questions spilled out with a momentum their own.

I frowned at him angrily. "I change everything." A little bit of an exaggeration but I wanted him to think I was more powerful than I really was. Down below I saw Seraphina's entrance and knew I had to get rid of the Guardian now or he would know where we were. I stopped in midair and took a deep breath to collect myself.

Frost sped almost 10 meters ahead of me before he spun round with a surprised wideness to his eyes.

I smiled. I let out the most charming smile I could muster and beamed at Jack Frost. "This conversation has been so fascinating Frost," His smile lowered in caliber and his persona changed to a little baffled. "And I would love to continue it but I really am busy and now I need to go." My smile changed to a slightly more sadistic. "Leave my business to me Frost, I have no time for a Ninigiku" I fluttered my lashes and let the changing wind swallow me.

I dropped to the earth, my favorite part of the trip, and landed in Seraphina's grotto. Home.

All Jack Frost would see was a swirling cloud of black and white and when the winds stopped swirling there would be nothing to show him which way I went.


Afterword: So first story, definitely more to come, hope you liked it and hope you follow. Please, please, please review with any criticism about my writing or how I portray the characters it'll be much appreciated.

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Ok so I made a tiny mistake and do not have sufficient control of my OCD to just let it go so there is the complete Chapter 1 and I promise Chapter 2 is coming within the next day or two.