Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians or any of the characters other than my own. If you want to use Ashton Evelyn Averill Winter, go right ahead, just list her as mine. (Although why you would want her is beyond me)
Authors Note: If you are reading this, THANK YOU. It means so much to me to have readers. Just let me know what you think and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE give me ideas. Seriously, about 50-70% of what I write comes from my readers. That is why most of my stories never leave the ground. So please let me know what I could do with the fic. This was intended as a one-shot based off of two small plot bunnies, and what do ya know? They mated, *Sighs tiredly at fact that I have Alg 2 homework to be doing and the darned bunnies wont leave me alone* so now I have two chapters. Again, let me know what you think. *remembers something suddenly* Oh! And a special thanks to Shadow Strike-Raven for inspiring this fic. I know seems random, but I spent all night reading a fic of hers' called "1 of 5 - or - It Takes Time" and it got my ideas going again. I recommend you read this fic. All I can say about it is the elves have light sabers, and Jack is a ninja. Seriously, you should read it. And without further ado...My fanfiction!
My name is Ashton Evelyn Averill Winter. I know, my name is a mouth full, it is better than my brother's name - Carver Julius Jackson Winter. But I'm getting off topic. My name is Ashton Evelyn Averill Winter; I am a 16-year-old girl living in beautiful Burgess Pennsylvania. I still believe in fairy tales, the ones my mom tells my little brother every night, stories about the Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny, The Sandman, Santa Clause, and even the winter spirit Jack Frost. I get told all the time that these are only stories, that the people in them are not real. I get told that I am too old for them. What do they know about whether they are real? Ya, I know I am sixteen, and Ya, I know I still believe in fairy tales meant for six-year olds. You got a problem with that?
I get asked a lot why I still believe. Is it because I am a child at heart? Is it because I want to hold the last precious moments of childhood before they slip away? Is it because of some silly little thing like blinking and finding a present under the tree that was not there before? No way. News flash, my family has never celebrated Christmas, or Easter, or any holiday for that matter. As a kid, I was not allowed to put my tooth under a pillow. My childhood has been rubbish; so again, no way I would keep on believing for that reason. And please, a child at heart? Not happening.
I believe because I know they are real, I don't know how or why. I just know that I do. It is like I can feel them, all around me, being a guardian to me and to my brother. Go ahead, laugh. I dare you...
I know short chapter, I think they will get longer...*scratches head thinking* But I'm not sure. Again I remind you to PLEASE REVIEW. REVIEWS KEEP ME ALIVE! WHY AM I YELLING? I GUES- *coughs twice and starts over in a clam fashion* I guess I am just excited to see what you think. If you review I will give you cookies! Thanks Again and remember- Cabaiguan. Lot of love- Alpha