I really hope that you enjoy my story even if you think it's boring now just hang in there and keep reading you never no, you mite hate the start and love the middle and end. This is only my second fic so don't judge too harshly. :)

Disclaimer; Unfortunately I don't own nor have I created or made up any of the "Rise of the guardians" characters The only on I own is Amber.

Thank you and enjoy! :)

Oh and I'd love to thank "MoreHeartThanAche" for giving me the Idea and pushing me to finish individual Chapters (And trust me if you knew me, you'd no how hard it is to get me to do anything)

~* Jack's POV *~

I'd always been alone, for years and years. And I'd delighted myself with being mischievous for just as long. But today was different. I waited till night fall to come out and stare at the man in the moon, I would've asked him all the questions I wanted answered again, but I knew that he would never answer. So instead I sat cross-legged on the icy lake. I hardly noticed the red-head walking slowly up behind me. I turned my head and stared at her, she was tall, athletic and had vivid green eyes that cut through the night like a sweet lament in the silence.. She was looking directly at me... No through me. I shook my head. She was carrying a sketch pencil and a pad of paper. I turned back to the man in the moon and frowned. This was new. She sat down in the snow, crossed her legs and flipped open to a fresh page in her sketch book. I slid round to face her from across the lake and watched her as she drew the man in the moon, the surrounding trees and the lake. At one point I thought she was concentrating on me, almost as though she was including me in the drawing. But that wasn't possible. She looked about the same age as me with curly hair. I stood and started walking toward her, gliding my staff against the ice of the lake. Making the ice into art. She didn't even look up: "Please don't do that, I'll have to re-draw." Her voice was a soft whisper and she kept drawing as I stood still. Absolutely stunned. My jaw literary dropped.

"You can see... you can see me?" I lent forward not daring to hope.

"Well... yes, Now please, go back over there and sit down I wasn't quite finished" She lifted her head and stared at me with wide open green eyes and smiled.

"I won't be long... I promise." she smiled again.

I backed up and sat down again, my jaw still hanging free. But how? this wasn't possible. I turned to the man in the moon.

"What are you up to?"

"Sorry?" She stared at me in confusion, my head whipped back around, I had forgotten not to just speck my thoughts.

"Sorry, I didn't mean you."

"Who did you mean?... The man in the moon maybe?" All the while she was drawing.

"...yes... How do you know that name?"

"Oh, just all stories my mum told me when I was younger" She smiled down at the paper, obviously remembering those times.

"I don't understand" I was completely confused. How was this possible?

"You don't have to,... Here I've finished, Why don't you have a look?"

I got up slowly and let my legs wonder over numbly. She stood and held the finished drawing out to me. I almost didn't want to reach for it. Because if this was a dream it was a good one. She saw my hesitation and reach from my hand, gently tugging it toward the picture. Finally it was in my hand and I was staring at it, like maybe it was the real world and I was the drawing. She laughed at my face, it must have been comical.

"I never knew I was that bad a drawer!" She laughed again and continued. "Well I need some sleep at least... So keep it, on the house!"

She smiled on last time and began jogging away; that was the first time I met Amber.