Second installment of the Books of Gold Series. Evy is gone and jack is lost. The young Spirit Maya has no clue to who she really was, and now she wonders lost, little does she know that she has what Jack needs to save him.

I am so sorry for the wait, i have been so busy. Christmas was not exactly a breeze and then college came crashing along, after the long drunk nights and arguments I finally managed to write something, not so decent mind you, i think you will all be disappointed. So i apologize in advance for the terrible quality of this piece.

Silver pages
Prologue -kinda

She flew up towards the dark-haired boy. Her eyes fixed on his, she could see the recognition glint across them before the darkness ate it up entirely. With fierce determination and other emotions backing her, she fought through the mass of black sand that stood in her way.

He simply floated limply, a puppet to the sand, his face flat and eyes dead. She let out a growl in anger, pushing the shadows that grabbed loosely at her limbs. The shadows crawled up her skin, tugging at her clothes, spreading the cold to her bones. She pushed and shoved until her hand was only a few inches from his cheek. She could feel his cold breath on her pale flesh, this just pushed her harder.

She managed to place both her hands on his face, forcing him to look at her, the shadows stopped. Unsure whether they should tear her away from their master, instead they exploded back into the sand surrounding the two immortals.

"Its me," she breathed, rubbing her thumb over his cheek,"I'm here"

Story start-
Memories and Dreams

Its was a warm summers evening in Burgess and a petite girl sat upon a house roof swinging her pale legs.
The girl sighed rolling her shoulders back in a relaxing notion. She closed her eyes and breathed in the warm night air. The sun still sat upon the horizon, she loved this about summer. The long nights, the warm air and the soft sun in the afternoon. It felt lovely on her translucent skin. Her mind wondered of the summer breeze and back towards that cold night.

Jack had been taken to the north pole, bloody and unconscious. He hadn't actually woken up as far as she knew.
Maya stood at his bedside, She hadn't moved since they arrived. Something was just keeping her there and she was not fighting it. Black veins crept up the frost spirits neck, coating his jaw in an elegant puzzle. It looked like his flesh bubbled ever so slightly, she held her hand to her mouth.

"Sa-sandy!" she whimpered, the little golden man, she had learned to be the sandman Guardian of dreams- floated into the room gently. His face contorted into something unknown. Maya looked upon the scene with panicked eyes, her heart raced. She didn't want this, it wasn't good. The Small golden man looked at her with sad eyes and shook his head, Maya bit her lip and looked down. She couldn't help but feel it was her fault in some way. With a shaky breath she left. The scene would give her nightmares for a few days.
Here she was, months later. Daydreaming of that very night.

She felt a strong connection to the boy but she couldn't work it out, when she tried to grab it, it would flutter away...a distant memory. gritting her teeth in irritation she sighed heavily. She sat up with the look of disdain. The sun was only creeping just above the horizon now, the cold setting in with the darkness. She straightened herself out and stretched. This night was going to be a long one, like many others.
Her job now was to help the Sandman, the little man had such a vast a vivid imagination which help greatly mastering her own power. She would touch the golden sand watching it dance together always brightening the sleeping child's face.

Today was no different with a heavy yawn she lift her self cautiously into the air. Ever since she could remember (which wasn't much) she could float, or fly. Using the Silver sand as an island to step upon. Her stomach would often flutter and jerk violently in disapproval Her head would swim if she went to high, and she suffered from cold sweats and nausea when she looked down. Biting her lip she faced the fear once more, floating unsteadily on the unsteady Silver sand board.

She flew unsteadily across the quite town, her eyes set forward, time to do her job.