I do not own Galactik football it all belongs to its rightful owners, I only own My OC and the plot line
Prologue
If you looked out of your window on that particular morning you wouldn't be able to see a thing as a fierce blizzard raged through the streets of Akillian.
As the blizzard was so fierce nobody could see the small teen fighting agents the cold on the snow plains, the wind ferociously tackling the teenager and trying to knock her down into the cold snow.
Home stadium.
All of the snow kids where disheartened because of the blizzard they couldn't go any anywhere.
"I say we put on a movie just to pass the time" suggested Micro Ice hopefully.
"Or we could be training" came Arch's voice through the doorway to the Rec room.
"But coach the odds are in our favour only 20% of the votes are for the opposing team" boasted D'Jock with a confident smirk.
"That may be the voters view point but as you sit here doing nothing the opposing team are training and their odds of winning are going up" Said Arch angrily before continuing, "and if you're going to beat the Wambas you need to be training".
All the snow kids sulked out of the rec room and into their training room.
Thran was in the middle of the group and spared one glance out of the window and for a second he thought he saw flash of green mixed in with a faint colour of red.
He tried to look closer but the snowstorm had shortened his sight to only about three meters not nearly far enough to see what the snow was hiding.
"Thran what are you looking at" asked Rocket with mild curiosity.
"I think somebody is out there" he replied with worry.
"That's ridicules who could possibly be out there in a storm like this" he laughed with slight amusement in his eyes.
Even though he knew that not many people could possibly survive a storm like this one but he had to make sure that what was out there wasn't what he feared it to be.
"I want to make sure that it somebody isn't out there though" Thran said with worry rising in his voice and walking away to the control room.
Upon entering the room he saw that it was completely empty not a soul was to be found, frowning to himself he walked out of the room and strangely towards the front door of the building.
"I need to make sure nobody is out in a storm like this" he said to himself uncertainly.
Grabbing the warmest jacket he had Thran ventured out into the blizzard just hoping that what he saw was a trick of the light
Once outside he used his hand to try and protect his eyes from the harsh cold of the snow.
Venturing further from the safety of the stadium Thran saw another flash of colour mixed in with the whiteness of the snow.
"Is anybody out here" he called but nobody would off been able to hear over the roar of the storm.
Thran knew he couldn't stay out here much longer but he still pressed on through the blizzard.
This time the flash of colour was much closer than before, only a couple of meters in front of him, trying his best to run through the snow in the sky and under his feat.
"Hang on I'm coming to get you" he shouted louder hoping that the person had heard him.
When he approached the location of the last flash of colour nothing was there apart from the colourless snow, he was just about to turn back when a tiny movement caught his eye.
Kneeling down he franticly began to dig in the snow until his hands brushed over green fabric, Thran's eyes widened and he began to dig once more.
"Please be alive please" he whispered to himself losing hope.
When Thran had finally managed to scrape away most of the snow his hands where numb and looking at what he had uncovered it was the body of a small teenager.
Thran pressed his head to her chest but quickly picked her up when the gentle pounding of her heart came to his ears.
Thran carried the small teenager up the hill as quickly as he could but the snowstorm had slowed him down to a slow jog.
Thran dashed into the front doors of the stadium and came face to face with Arch.
All colour drained from his face as his eyes landed on the limp girl in Thran's arms.
Taking the almost weightless girl he jogged down the hall with Thran on hot heels just a few centimetres behind him.
All of the snow kids stared when they passed them and after a few seconds.
All of them kept asking things like, "what's going on", "Who's that girl" and genuinely giving him twenty questions without him knowing the answers.
All of the footballers where told to keep the noise down while Dame Simbai treated the young girl.
Most of the snow kids had left when the medic entered the hallway, Thran looked up anxiously.
"Don't worry Thran she'll be okay apart from her malnutrition and minor frostbite on her fingers" she stated patting him on the shoulder.
"Can I see her" he asked looking at his hands.
Dame Simbai looked suspicious but agreed to let him see her never the less the automatic doors slid open to reveal the teenager lying on one of the medical beds her copper coloured hair fanned out about her and made a stunning contrast with her pale skin, Thran couldn't make out much more as he had blankets piled over her to keep her warm.
Thran tilted his head to the side as he listened to the heart monitor taking her pulse at a steady rate.