Killerninja123: I don't own Rise of the Guardians, but I do own the OC
The Moon shined bright as the smoke died out. The luminous rays brightened the saddened night. The Moon watched as the villagers leave a bare forest that was consumed by smoke. He watched them pack their belongings as they get ready to leave. When they finally not in sight, he stared at the large buried hole. The hole was covered with broken trees and branches. Deep inside at the bottom of the hole was a girl. A sixteen year old girl with strawberry blonde hair, fair skin, black eyebrows, light freckles, and wearing a long dress and flat shoes. Her eyes were close as if she was asleep. However, she wasn't covered with ash, except she looked like a brand new girl.
Then she began to stir.
Her eyelids twitched a bit as if she was trying to wake up. The Moon smiled as the girl floated up to the surface. The broken smoky wood didn't harm her. As she got out of the hole, she gasped for air. She opened her amber eyes, wondering what happened. She looked very scare and frightened as if something was bothering her, then she saw the Moon. She stared at the moon, smiling warmly to him, calming her down. She floated down gently like a warm breeze. When her feet touched the floor, new grass sprouted under her feet. The girl gaped her hands and everywhere around her body. She seemed a bit confuse about her body as if she's wondering if this body is really hers. Looking around, she blinked with shock, seeing the ruined forest. Her knees fell, seeing the destruction of the forest. What happened here? How did this forest got on fire? When she stood up, she took a step, she kicked something against her foot. There in front of her was a hammer. It was a large sledgehammer, but it looked too heavy for her to lift it. However, this hammer seemed to be very familiar. Hesitantly, she took the hammer, discovering the weight was very light, like a leaf.
Suddenly, fire sprouted around the hammer. The girl gasped, wanting to drop it, but she couldn't. The flames touched her hand as she didn't feel any blistering pain. She took her hand out and in the fire many times if the fire didn't hurt her. She let out a cheerful smile, not knowing what to do. She leaned against the brunt tree, but then a flash of yellow and orange sparks came on the tree. The girl gasped, wondering if she burned it, but it didn't. The sparks sinks inside the creases of the trunk. Many branches and leaves sprouted like a newborn tree. The girl stared at her hammer and her hands, wondering what just happened. Is this her power? What kind of power does she have?
She ran through the forest, touching every single brunt tree and plant. Many plants sprouted into new forms, but the broken branches burst into flames. The flowers that she touched bloomed like morning glories. The burnt forest was turning into a brand new forest that was born from the ashes. The girl could feel the heat she brought to the plants, making it bloom like the season before fall. The wind picked her up from the ground. The girl first became alarmed, but soon she burst out laughing cheerfully as the birds flew with her. Near the forest was a village, but the wind stop. The girl scream as she landed on the ground. She groaned a bit, rubbing her aching back. She got back up on her feet, walking to the village. The girl clearly doesn't know who she is and where she's at, but hopefully someone can help her. Whens he got to the village, everyone was packing their belongings. The girl let out a slight chuckle, wondering if the smoke was too much for them. She walked up to a father and with him was a six-year-old, crying little boy. The little boy had black hair, hazel green eyes, and pale skin. He seemed to be crying about wanting his sister. The father tried to calm him down, but he ended up embracing the little boy as he cried with him. He muttered something in his ear, but the girl doesn't know what he said. Then the boy calmed down, wiping his eyes and nose. The girl wondered if this is a good idea to approach the them. They might need some space. Slowly, she nervously walked up to them
"Excuse, I don't mean to disturb you, but where am I?" she asked. "I think I might be lost."
No one answered. The girl frowned a bit. She was so sure she talked loud and clear to them. When she walked up to the people, but instead, they went passed through her. The girl gasped as she saw red sparks came out when more people passed through her. She took a step back, wanting to know where people can't see her. Is she like a spirit, a ghost? She tried to use the wind to guide her up, but instead, the warm breeze caused her to shoot up into the air as if it wanted her to fall thirty feet high. Then the wind slammed her against a tree. The girl's head spin in circles. Maybe she needs to practice with the wind gliding so that way she won't hit many trees.
"Urgh!" She groaned. "That hurt!"
The girl realized she was at the ruined forest again. She pursed her lips, wanting to know if there's a reason she can't be seen. With a sigh, she sat down on a burnt log, gazing at the moon. Who was she? Why can't she remember anything? What's going on? Maybe she deserved to be unseen by others. Maybe she's just a girl. With anger, the girl punched her hammer on the ground. Fire leashed out of her hammer, leaving a burnt mark on the ground. Some of the plants caught on fire. The girl quickly touch the flames as the fire disappeared. The burnt marks on the plant vanished, creating a new living organism.
"Who am I?" The girl asked, pleasing to the Moon. "Please tell me!"
"Your name is Hestia Sumarr." The Moon answered. "The spirit of summer."