Author's Note: Hey guys! This is one of my first stories but I hope you like it. Sorry if it confuses you for a while, but all will be explained… eventually. Constructive criticism is recommended and please review.
Disclaimer: I don't own TROTG or PJO.
He had no right! He absolutely had no right to do that! Making it snow on the equator! Without even asking for my permission! Oh, when I get my hands on him!
I was 'flying' to North's workshop to talk with him. No, not to talk with North. He wasn't the cause of my anger. My anger was directed at Jack Frost, who just happened to be at North's for a Guardian meeting.
The wind tells me that I have arrived at the workshop. I drop down and turn from my wind state to my human one. As usual, the workshop is full of noise. The wind leads me up the stairs and to the room where the meeting was taking place. I knock on the door with my staff and walk in.
Almost immediately, a jolly, Russian accent greets me. "Nat! So nice to see you again!" I feel North pull me into a hug that pulls me off my feet. My anger boils down slightly as I hug my old friend back.
"Hey, Nicky!" I say as he puts me back down. My attention is pulled away from him as I feel the four other presences in the room. Presumably the Tooth Fairy, Sandman, Bunnymund, and Jack Frost, the source of my problems.
"Who's the Sheila? And why is she here?" An Australian accent asks, probably the Easter Bunny.
North answers before I can. "She's Mother Nature and… why are you here, Nat?" I detect a hint of worry in his voice.
"Well, someone," I gesture my staff to where I felt his cold presence, my voice turning cold, "thought it was a superb idea to make it snow on the equator!" I hear a nervous laugh.
"Jack!" Tooth shouts.
"Hey, people in Brazil need some winter fun too!" Jack defends himself. Hearing this, my anger heightened.
"Did you think about the consequences though?" I ask him, my voice starting to rise. Not waiting for the reply, I continue. "There will be flooding after the snow melts, peoples' crops will die, and they will be freezing because they don't have proper clothes or shelter. Also, creatures will die. Already, 37, wait, make that 38, have died." The anger was running through my veins was starting to be replaced with exhaustion. I sigh and rub my temples. It would take forever to clean this up and I already got the gods on my back because of it.
After hearing my outburst, everyone in the room was quiet. North puts his hand on my shoulder, trying to reassure me. I feel a blast of cold air and I sense Jack move so he was right in front of me.
"I'm truly sorry, I didn't think about it that way." I hear the regret in his voice and I nod my head. "Is there any way I can help?"
I consider it for a second. "No, no you can't help with this." Suddenly an idea pops in my mind. Giving him a small smirk, I continue, "But there might be another way for you to make it up." North, as always, reads my mind and groans slightly, but I can hear the silent laugh hidden in it.