Chapter One
Of course everyone knows the story of how Jack Frost came to be in our world, as with all the other Guardians. But the things that we don't know about, are the people would aren't the Guardians; the people who were once like Jack Frost, not believed in and not seen. I'm talking about the season changing Guardians, three of whom aren't Guardians at all, but will always be there. We already know one, and that is Jack Frost himself; the creator of Winter, but what about the others? What about Lydia Shine, or Sunbeam as she was known when I was a child, or Callum Treeson, known as Twig to me. This particular story is not about those special people, but about the Spring and the girl who makes it all happen; Beth Blossom, or just Blossom. She is how we get the flowers, how we get the magical changes from Winter (but she definitely has help from Bunny) She makes sure everything is ready for Easter, for the egg hunts that Bunny lovingly creates for us. This, is the story of how Beth McDowell, came to be Beth Blossom and how Beth Blossom will become a Guardian.
It was early when Beth's alarm went off. The sun wasn't finished sleeping, and to be honest, neither was she, but Beth didn't mind. She has always loved her early Saturday mornings, going to see the sun rise over the hills. She would always find the perfect spot, right beneath the towns Cherry Blossom tree. Every Spring it would burst to life with beautiful pink petals and would stay blooming for a couple of months. These moments of the year were the ones Beth cherished over all others.
Yawning, Beth sat up in bed. Her vision was still blurry from her eyes being shut for so long. Slowly, she got up, stumbling all the way to her mirror. 'Er.' she thought 'Morning hair.' Her brunette locks were all over the place, several corkscrew curls covered her ears and her fringe had managed to get from the front of her face to the ceiling! (she looked a bit like Jedward)
Hesitating slightly, she tugged hard with her hairbrush onto her hair. With every stroke she managed to tame some more of her mane and as she drew her last stroke, her hair was fine. It actually looked quite ordinary. Being more awake now, Beth took off her pj's, slipped on her big jumper and a pair of back leggings and headed out her bedroom door.
Her landing was completely deserted, nothing but an old dresser stood in front of her. Beth headed down the carpeted stairs two at a time and jumped off the last one. Once again, she saw that her house was lifeless and dark, the faint outline of the couch and T.V were seen; everything seemed to be normal. Beth made her way to the kitchen, grabbed a cherry red apple from the fruit bowl and an ice cold water bottle from the fridge. The plastic bottle was freezing against her skin and sent a shiver up her spine. Slipping on her shoes, Beth tugged on her front doorknob and headed out into the mild, Saturday morning air.
The wind blew softly. It was like it knew what Beth wanted; a cool breeze, but not enough to make you freeze. There was a faint glimmer of the sun on the horizon as Beth approached a hill with one large tree protruding from it and the sparkle of pink, yellow and orange filled her with the warmth of Spring. It was April 23rd 1963 so Spring was just starting to grace the world with flowers and different colours. The Winter that year had been so fierce, with snow falling everyday and frost covering unsuspecting windows, but now that Spring was coming, the fire in Beth's heart seemed to have gained a couple of degrees warmth.
As the sun started awaking from its slumber, Beth grabbed the perfect spot under the not-quite-bloomed cherry blossom tree. The golden rays of the sun seemed to make Beth more sleepy than she was when she woke up... she felt her eyelids drooping... it was like someone had given her a sleeping pill... or a hot water bottle to hug in bed... One more second went and then she was asleep.