Disclaimer:I do not own anything but Cyndra, my story line, and my personal antagonist.
Chapter1
(Cyndra's POV)
It was snowing. It was the most snow I had ever seen. The cars were coated in a thick layer of snow and none of the ground could be seen. I was small, only six years old. This winter had been the coldest I had ever witnessed in my small town of Everville, Michigan. I was waiting inside for my mother to tell me stories of my heroes. My favorite was Jack Frost. He was so heroic in my mind and in her stories. He could do things no one would ever dream to be possible. And she told me these stories every December 5th, because December 5th is my birthday.
At the moment, my mother was making sure the fire in the fireplace was lit. On the counter were two glasses of eggnog and a plate of four cookies. Each in a little snowflake design, frosted in my favorite color. Blue. Soon my mother was through tending the fire and walked over to me, smiling. It was already night, and through the window you could see the full moon and the stars shining very brightly. I laid down in front of the fireplace as I was handed my glass of eggnog and two blue snowflake cookies. My mother took a seat in her favorite chair. It was a blue reclining chair with white lace cloth hanging down the back and arms of it. I saw she was trying to think of an absolutely wonderful way to start her daring tale of Jack Frost's heroics.
"One day a little girl like you was outside playing with her friends..."
And so the tale was spun, with Jack saving the day with the help of the other guardians. By the time it was finished, I could barely keep my eyes open.
I stood up as my mother took my hand, getting ready to walk up the stairs with me. I wasn't ready to go to bed, though. I still had one more question for her to answer.
"Mommy, do you think I will ever meet any of my heroes?"
"Cyndra, honey, If you believe, there is always a chance. Anything is possible if you just believe."
I smiled as we walked up the stairs t o my upstairs bedroom. I was thinking about meeting all of my heroes. My mother and I walked into the room and I climbed into bed. It was a beautiful night outside as my mother tucked me into my little blue bed, turned on my blue colored night light, and then left shutting my little blue door to my little blue room. I did love the color blue.
I could hear her walking down the stairs as I waited for her to reach the bottom of them.
When I could no longer hear her footsteps, I scrambled out of bed to my window, slowly and silently opening it. The stars and moon were still bright outside. I looked for the brightest star in the night sky, when finally my searching eyes fell upon it. I knew that when you wish in the brightest star it was likely to come true. I looked up at it and made the wish that, hopefully, will change my life.
"I wish that one day, I will meet all of my heroes and the Guardians. Especially Jack Frost, my very, very favorite."
I looked up at the moon, and it stared back down at me, flickering slightly. Just once, though. It was almost as if it had winked down at me from so far above. I looked up at the moon for a few minutes more before shutting my window, which just as I was going to shut it, let a cool, cool breeze slip in. I crawled back into my bed, tucking myself in, and began to wonder at the novelty and greatness of meeting Jack Frost, Santa Claus, Sandman, The Tooth Fairy, and The Easter Bunny. I closed my eyes and soon their very images wove in and out of my dreams as I peacefully slept the rest of the night away.