Hi guys! Here is my THIRD fanfic! I am just testing the waters and seeing what people like. The more reviews, the more likely I am going to write about the story first. So far I am going to update my GG fanfic FIRST, then HG, then Rise of the Guardians. Don't forget to check them out! Also, check my blog! I have it via mobile (iPod) so I can update my blog A LOT. I include book reviews and little stories I make. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians OR any of the characters besides Cara (The girl the story is about).
Screams. That's all I heard as my body was engulfed by flames. I was burning. No pain or feeling, but the sight was enough to strike fear into me. I was 16, and I was going to die in a house fire. Life was cruel. My vision went out and I left consciousness.
Everything was strange after that night. I had risen out of the ashes and became what I thought was a solid form, floating in the air. The moon shone down brightly on her. Slowly I floated back down to the ground and landed on my feet. A warm glow surrounded me and I felt changes. No pain. Police sirens rang out and firefighters extinguished the burning house. "Was there anyone in there?" An officer shouted. "My daughter!" , Shouted the chief. "Was there anyone in that house?" "We heard screams, sir. Nobody came out alive." The police chief began to cry. "Daddy!" I screamed. No one turned to acknowledge me. "Daddy, I'm here! I'm alive!" I ran to him. "I wouldn't do that." said a voice. I turned and saw a boy about 17. He had a blue hoodie and tan trousers. His hair was white as snow and eyes as blue as ice. "Why not?" I asked. His eyes showed sadness. "You've died. No one can see you or hear you." "No." I whispered. "Dad!" I ran to him and tried to tap him to make him know I am okay, but my hand went right through him. "No!" I screamed. I was dead. My father couldn't hear me. This couldn't be happening. "Daddy." I sobbed. "You did this!" I pointed at the boy. "Turn me back!" He looked sad and shook his head, slowly walking to me. "I didn't do anything. And if I could help you, I would. I am so sorry." I sobbed even harder and the boy engulfed me in a hug. He was cold yet warm at the same time. He smelled of pine needles and winter. "Jack Frost." I whispered. He pulled back and searched my eyes. "You know me?" He asked.
"I used to. My father told me stories about Jack Frost when I was little. I loved winter and snow. I believed."
"And now?"
"Do I really have a choice?"
"Everyone has a choice."
"If everyone had a choice, then why couldn't I choose to go back to my dad?!" I screamed.
"Okay. Not all choices come out well. You have a preference?"
"Yeah. Preference." We sat there awkwardly.
"Do you want to stay here or do you want to do something?"
"I'm dead, snowball. What the heck am I going to do?"
"You're a spirit now."
"A spirit?"
"I'm a winter spirit. I create snow and whatnot. We need to figure out your power." I fingered the sun pendant at my neck. It was a present from my mom when I was little. I looked at the pendant and felt more confident. Like mom was with me. "Okay. Let's go. Can I ever visit my dad?"
"Any time you want." He gave me a little smile.
"Alright. I'm ready." A gust of wind picked us up and we were on our way to who knows where.