I'm going to edit all the old chapters of this story. I like the idea and the spirit I created, by the story needs a little work. All the chapters should be edited today since there isn't much of the story yet.

moonfur30: I actually forgot about this story a while ago, but you review made me want to fix it up and update it, which I plan on doing in the future.

The Earth Spirit

Chapter 1

1800's

Bright green eyes flashed open. Slightly tanned arms and hands twitched in movement, but didn't move much, the girl's short brown haired-head moved to look around and saw her body incased in earth, dirt and twigs. She looked to be in her late teens. Maybe 17 or 18, 19 being the oldest. Frowning, the girl lighted up with a grunt and the dirt and earth left her, some twigs clinging to her clothes and skin. The girl frowned again, wondering where she was and how she got there. She stood up, the dirt and earth still clinging to her.

She looked down and saw she was in a dress that was blue and a little below knee length with shoes that were like flats and colored white. They were white colored, but had dirt and grime attached. Where was she? She didn't know, nor did she remember much. She looked around her and tilted her head to the side in confusion from what she saw was in front of her. What was that?

A brown curved sled was sitting on the damp muddy ground, small, but big enough for her. Also, it had two strong pieces of twine attached to the top for steering. Eyes widening in curiosity, she crouched close to it and touched the curved part, blinking back in shock when dirt and earth coated the sled. Blinking at the yard-long wooden thick pole on it, she picked it up, the pole going from a wooden color to earthy brown with deep roots circling it. She felt this was important, this brown pole and kept it to her.

She's still didn't know where she was. Climbing on the sled, it jolted and she yelped. "Woah, there!"

Her voice was slightly low, but high enough to show she was female. She grinned at it, seeing a layer of dirt still on her and her sled, she inhaled and said. "Sled, take me away!"

With another yelp, the sled took off in the air, making the girl clutch to the strings in shock. "Woah, too fast."

If anything, the sled sped up until it crashed to the ground and another yelp came from the girl as she flew out and landed on the ground. She shook her head with a groan and looked around. She saw people and grinned, women, children and men were walking around. Clad in dresses, vests, trousers and even clothes nicer than that. Her sled floated behind her and she asked. "Hey, Miss? Can you help me?"

Her cheeks puffed up as the lady walked passed her. She went to a man, who smoking on a pipe, the smoke curling in the air. "Hey, excuse me, sir? Can you tell me where I am?"

He just walked ahead, ignoring her. Her eyes narrowed at him and she spun around, her sled following. She was getting worried, why wasn't anyone paying attention to her? Couldn't they see her asking for help? She walked in front of a boy who was talking to a little girl that looked like him. "Hey, kids! Can you help me?"

She looked at them hopeful and the boy tapped the little girl slightly on the shoulder. "Come on! I'll race you to Mama!"

"Hey, no fair, brother!"

The girl covered in dirt gasped in pain as they both ran through her. She gasped again and clutched a hand to her chest in pain. It hurt, they walked through her, it was cold, hurt more the more she thought about it, why couldn't they see her!?

She felt tears fill her eyes, what's going on. A hard shove made her look with blurry eyes at the sled. She sniffed and jumped on, choking out, clutching the yard-long staff to her chest. "Sled, let's get out of here!"

The brown sled obeyed the command and zooming away into the night sky. The girl choked on a cry and rubbed her eyes asking. "What's going on? Who am I?"

She kept her head down as the sled slowed down and slowly drifted in the sky. The girl's knuckles tightened on the wooden pole. Her head snapped up in surprise as light hit her. She looked up to see the full moon, shining on her. She frowned, why she did she look at it? Then sudden a loud thought hit her mind.

"I am Man in Moon; you are Ceres Dust, the Earth Spirit."

The girl now named Ceres gasped in shock and looked around, someone does sees her! "W-what does that mean?"

"You are Earth Spirit; the Man in Moon makes it so."

Then the voice was gone and no matter how much Ceres begged and pleaded, Man in Moon didn't answer her back.

And this was when Ceres Dust, the Earth Spirit was born.

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1835

It was a good couple of decades since Ceres Dust was born. She had gotten used to things around her and worked her sled really well. A lonely 3 and a half decades, but nothing happened, during the summer and spring she made crops have better soil and last longer till winter where the cold was too much even for her soil.

She could also make flowers grow faster and the Earth's dirt and weeds were at her command. With her sled, she went around the world plenty of times and seen everything. She changed from what she used to go around in. Instead of the dress, she walked around in rich brown trousers, straw sandals and a deep green shirt with sleeves that went to her elbows with a dark brown scarf that wrapped around her neck.

She liked it better than that dress and shoes anyway. As for right now, she was drifting in the air by her sled as she just laid in it on her back and looked up at the sky. It was around the time of Summer, almost going into Fall.

The Summer spirit, Alric was doing his job or that's what Ceres thought. She never met the seasonal spirits, Fall, Spring, Summer or Winter. She wasn't a seasonal spirit, just elemental. She was lonely, but she never met them. She seen some lower and higher spirits. Sandman spreading his dream sand, Cupid (though he was a bit strange) and other less known spirits. But she never actually talked to them, she didn't want to and apparently, Sandman couldn't talk.

Ceres rubbed a hand through her hair, which was still short. As she was always covered in a thin layer of dirt on her skin and clothes, dirty and long hair was annoying. Her staff was on her lap, the color as rich brown as it was 35 years ago. "Time to go down."

The sled sped down without a warning and Ceres laughed in surprise, turning from her back to sitting with her legs crossed. "Hey, Sled! You're just messing me with, aren't ya?"

Almost in answer, the sled dashed to the right quickly, making her grab the ropes tightly, as it touched the ground. She glared at the sled, now on the ground. "Your always messing with me."

It bumped her and she laughed again. She whistles as she walked past the crops, lightly touching them and making the soil richer, giving them a longer grow time. She did this with all the crops in the area she was at, grabbing a ripe tomato, which she munched on. She walked until she was at an empty rich field, farther from the crop fields. She fell back on her behind and continued to eat the red food in her hand.

"Ceres Dust."

Ceres looked to see who called her. A man about at the age range of 20 was in a green button-down shirt, and black pants with brown boots along with his light green short cropped hair.

A woman around the same age next to him had long curly light brown hair that reached mid back along with an orange knee length dress and warm brown boots, a little lighter color than the man's.

Both of them were staring right at her. Ceres' eyes widened. "You can see me?"

Their faces were blank, but after a nod, Ceres grinned and dropped the tomato, jumping to her feet and keeping her pole behind her back, on a little holster she made a couple of decades ago. She walked over, excited at having her first conversation ever where others could actually answer her back. "Hello, I'm Ceres Dust, but you already know that."

Ceres held her hand out as she seen people do and they stared at her. Ceres pulled her hand back. What did they want? She frowned as she noticed they were spirits and not humans, powerful too. Ceres asked. "Who are you?"

The green haired one spoke up. "Alric, known as the Summer Spirit."

Ceres eyes widened as she looked at him and the girl spirit said. "Flora, the Fall Spirit."

Ceres eyes widened more, why would 2 of the major seasonal spirits come to see her? Alric scowled and crossed his arms over his chest. "Ceres Dust, you are messing with our seasons."

Ceres blinked. "What are you talking about?" Did they just come here to yell at her?

Flora scowled. "The landfills and dirt that you been covering the ground with during fall, summer and spring."

She scratched her cheek and said. "I don't see a problem, my powers are a bit difficult to control, but my earth powers don't hurt anyone."

Alric seemed to growl. "You destroy my flowers! Your heavy mud cripples most plant life and beautiful flowers, hiding the bloom."

She hunched my shoulders as she glared at them. For her first conversation with living beings, they're horrible. That is what they're mad about? She barely does anything to them!

Ceres's furrowed her eyebrows and said. "Then just use your power to make flowers bloom over my earth."

Flora stepped up, her curly hair shaking along with her head. "We shouldn't have to, my leaves are covered in mud, that filth hiding my leaves as they fall and change colors."

Ceres said. "I help the crops, making them live longer until winter."

Alric sneered. "Yes, you're still not as bad as that Jack Frost, but you need to control your powers."

Flora nodded. "Even if you help crops, you destroy everything else!"

Ceres snapped, angry. "I do not! You are making a big deal out of nothing."

"Look behind you then!" Ceres rolled her eyes at Alric and did what he said.

The fields she put earth over covered flowers, some crops and even the tops of some trees, along with some where she was sitting. That's not her fault, a small bit of dirt followed her everywhere. She looked back at them. "I'm the Earth Spirit, it's my job."

Ceres wished the first spirits she really talked to didn't act like this, though she's fine with it…at least she's not alone.

"You are not needed, your just some earth spirit that gets in the way of more important spirits."

Ceres flinched as she glared at Flora. Alric said. "You have no purpose, Ceres Dust. No reason to be a spirit, you're a mistake."

Ceres winced this time; that was one of her biggest fears, like Man in Moon made a mistake making her what she was. Ceres begged and question the moon every night for the past 50 years, but got no answer. "I won't." Ceres was stiff on that; she would not stop doing what she did when no one was harmed.

Alric glared. "You give me no choice then."

Ceres rolled my eyes. "What are you talkin-"

Ceres screamed out in pain as hit pain her lower arm. He just threw fire at her! Ceres held the spot as she clenched her teeth and stumbled away. He leaned closer and Ceres saw another fire ball in his palm. "S-sled, now!"

Her sled was waiting at her command and lifted her in the air, zooming away from them in the sky, missing the fire and strong winds aimed for her. She moved her hand from the burn and looked to see a red burn across her arm. Ceres winced and tucked her arm close to her chest, even if she was alone, even if it was just her with no one else, she would minimize time with the other seasonal spirits, because no doubt the winter and spring spirits were just as bad.

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It was around the time of 1905 when Ceres Dust saw and met Jack Frost. It was well into the fall about October, almost the time of Halloween (Ceres made sure to keep away from Flora at this time) and Ceres did what she did best, by spreading her earthen dirt to crops and dead grass and things like that.

Well, she just finished up a touch up of crops for an old farming family in Burgess, a small town when she turned to see someone went by them and have frosted them over. She knew it had to be a spirit or immortal. She frowned as she floated on her sled. She did it to help people and whoever did this, harmed them and stopped a supply of food. She floated slightly above ground and hopped down.

Being alive for 100 years prepared her for dealing with spirits. She saw a boy and figured it might be the spirit that did this. She called out. "Hey, you!"

She looked to see the boy around her physical age with blue eyes and shaggy white hair. He was shoeless, with pale skin, and an elfish face. He was wearing an oversized blue hoodie with some frost clinging to it, like the way earth dirt clung to her. Brown pants like her's except they had frost on them too and they stopped and didn't reach his ankles like her's did. He looked at her shocked for a moment. "Hey, uh…"

Ceres frowned. "Why'd you do that to those crops, people need them."

The boy looked around with a grimace, sitting on the ground. "Sorry, I didn't know, I crashed."

Ceres knew how that feels; sometimes she falls out of her sled. Ceres nodded and walked forward, holding out her hand. He blinked and then grabbed it. Ceres shivered at the cold from him, but pulled him up and flexed her hand. It wasn't even as close as bad as when the humans walked through her. She stuck her hand out again. "Ceres Dust, the Earth Spirit."

His eyes widened again, but he smirked and shook her hand. "Jack Frost, Winter Spirit at your service."

Ceres's eyes were wide, so this was Jack Frost? He's not bad like that other 2 seasonal spirits she met. Ceres took her hand back and said. "Oh, you're not bad like the Fall and Summer spirits."

He made a face. "Oh, you met them."

Ceres nodded and looked up to see it was night time. Ceres tightened her scarf over her neck. "Well, just be careful with the crops, these people really need them."

He nodded, frost covering his cheeks making her grin. He rolled his eyes, rubbing the back of his neck. With another snicker, Ceres took off in her sled after fixing the crops again so they wouldn't freeze over. She leaned back on the curved part, looking at the dark night of the sky. Ceres grimaced as a colored leaf smacked her in the face; that was so on purpose. Flora was annoying. Jack Frost isn't so bad, not as bad as the spirits made him. He had uncontrollable powers like her so she couldn't really get mad.

Not after she was burned for the same thing. Ceres looked up and wondered who else she would meet. Ceres yawned as she saw yellow sand shaped like the Earth float over her head. She floated down, the Sand Earth following her. She let the sled land on a wet patch of grass in a field. She saw Sandman doing his job. He saw her and let out a wink, she grinned at him and sand bumped into her, making her fall asleep.