Yes, I created a woman for North. I just had this idea in my head. What if, I thought, people didn't know about Marcus's mom? So I wrote this story. Hope y'all like it! (And yes, I am from Texas.)

An Unexpected Rescue

It was a normal day, somewhere outside the woods of Santoff Claussen- North and Katherine were riding along- North on his horse, Petrov, and Katherine on her goose, Kailash.

"Why don't we do this more often, North?" Katherine wondered, looking up at the young man.

"Well," North began, "first off, we need to deal with Pitch and his Fearlings. So, we are basically patrolling the boarders of our home."

"Oh," Katherine nodded.

Suddenly, a shriek pierced the air. "HELP! AHHH!"

North and Katharine swiftly glanced at one another. Who could be in the winter woods at sunset?

"HYAH!" North yelled as Petrov reared up in the air. Katharine's goose raced off after the wizard apprentice and his twelve- hundred pound horse.

"AAAHHHHHH!"

The scream got louder, which meant that the person being attacked wasn't too far away. North unsheathed his enchanted sword. It begun to glow, which meant North was ready to attack. Katharine reached for her dagger as Kailash perused after Petrov.

They reached a clearing, where they saw a group of Fearlings surrounding someone. It was hard to tell who it was.

North yelled, "Hey! Over here, you blasted shadows!"

Katharine blinked. "You need to work on your taunts a bit."

"Yes, I do."

"So, what happens now?"

"I will fight the Fearlings, and you rescue the person."

"Huh, usually, you would rescue the person and fight at the same time, and I-"

"We will talk about that later. For now, we help the person."

"Okay." Katharine motioned her goose forward. "Come on, Kailash!"

Kailash let out a threatening, loud HONK and rushed forward.

In the meantime, North was too busy cutting Fearlings and watching them turn to ashes and dust.

The battle was quite exhausting, but very exciting. After the Fearlings flew off because of the moonlight or were demolished, Katharine walked over to the person backed up against a tree, looking up at them in fear.

North walked over and sheathed his sword, or it sheathed itself. North looked down at the captive.

It was a woman- a young woman with wavy, shoulder- length hair the color of silky raven feathers, her bangs brushed from the left to the right. Her eyes were the color of the sky, but filled with fear. She had high cheekbones that must've been naturally the color of roses against her fair skin. She adorned a brown fur coat, black boots, and grey pants. She looked slightly around North's age.

"We… we don't mean any harm," Katharine spoke, sheathing her dagger.

The young woman blinked and coked her head, clearly confused. Then she shook her head. And then she spoke.

"I… I'm afraid I lost my way to my village when it got dark," she hesitantly explained. Her voice was soft and gentle. "Then, I…. I don't know what attacked me."

"Those," North explained, "are Fearlings. They haunt you and never stop until you may as well become a Fearling yourself. They are the aids of Pitch the Nightmare King."

"They don't sound so delightful," the woman sighed, picking herself up. "Well, thank you for saving me." She started to turn to walk away.

Katharine raced over and hopped in the woman's way. "Wait! What if the Fearlings- or Pitch! - what if they attacked you again?"

The woman paused. She sighed. "I honestly don't know. They fear the Moon, so I believe I will be fine."

"But where is your village?" North questioned.

The woman shook her head. "I- I honestly think I will freeze before I reach it."

North smiled generously. "Do not worry. We will take you there." He hopped onto Petrov and held out his hand for her to take.

The woman hesitantly took it, and North helped her on Petrov, who snorted happily and shook his mane.

"Now," North turned so he could face the young woman, "where do you live?"

"The village of Saint Clarkson," came the reply from her.

Katharine nodded east. "I believe it is that way."

The two animals raced off, through the moonlight, carrying Katharine, North, and the young woman.

…ALMOST THIRTY MINUTES LATER…..

They reached the village of Saint Clarkson, where, just outside of it, North hopped off Petrov, and then he helped the raven- haired woman off.

The woman smiled up at North as he climbed back onto his horse. "Thank you for helping me out back in the woods," she said quietly.

It was there when North realized she was a very beautiful young woman- probably the most beautiful he'd ever seen.

"You are welcome." Katharine smiled, and tugged at Petrov's reins. "Come on, North. It is time to go."

North looked down at the young woman and smiled. "Pardon me, but I don't think we all introduced ourselves completely," he said. He hopped off his horse and held out his hand. "My name is Nicholas St. North."

"My name is Katharine," the girl on the goose introduced herself, "and this is Kailash!"

Kailash honked happily.

Petrov shorted and nudged North's shoulder. "Oh, and this is my horse, Petrov."

The woman smiled as she stroked Petrov, who threw back his mane proudly and whinnied happily.

"My name," she said as she stroked Petrov's snout, "is Lucinda Mary Cosic. But most call me Lucinda."

North nodded as he climbed back onto Petrov's back and grabbed his reins. "It is wonderful to meet you, Lucinda." Lucinda stepped back and smiled one more time.

Then he turned around and rode after Katharine, just glancing over his shoulder one more time.

He then felt an odd feeling, but he managed to shake it off.

…Wow. That was fun. TT2 helped me with this WHOOOOLLLEEE story plotline- this is only chapter one!

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