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Jack the winter spirit and the Guardian of Fun threw a snowball at his first believer Jamie Bennett. Laughing the boy threw one back at the white haired teen. "Nice try Jamie but you'll have to be better than that!" They had been at it for a while and all of Jamie's friends had already gone home leaving the winter spirit and the boy to play alone.

The sun was just starting to sink into the horizon and they didn't stop until, "Um, Jamie? Your parents told me to tell you to come in now, that it'll get dark soon." Both boys turned to the female voice. The girl was around Jack's age –before he died that is. She wore a navy blue jacket but the hood was down, letting her dark brown hair whip around her face on account of the wind.

She wore jeans and black snow boots, her hands stuffed into her jacket pockets. "You can play with your friend tomorrow. They want you in for dinner." Then she made eye contact with Jack, which shocked him his mouth dropping. "Oh and cool jacket by the way." She shrugged apologetically and she walked back to Jamie's house. Both boys shared surprised looks.

Jack now had kids that believed in him but not any teenagers or adults. "Whoa Jack, she could see you." Jack walked over to Jamie and they both watched her walk back to his house. "Yeah, I know. Who is she? I've never seen her before." The smaller boy thought back to the morning she arrived.

The boy answered quickly. "Her name is Tyra. She played with us before you got here and she helped us build a snowman!" Jack laughed at the other boy's excitement. Finally they made it to Jamie's door and they had to part. "Aw, I don't wanna go in." The boy dejectedly kicked at the snow piled by the door. Jack ruffled his hair with the hand that wasn't holding his ever present staff. "Hey don't worry Jamie, we'll have fun again soon, I promise."

"Alright, but I'll hold you to that promise. Bye Jack!" Jack laughed and waved and the boy entered the house leaving him in the darkening night. Jack hesitated for a moment then he called to the wind. 'If she can see me, than that means she believes in me…I wonder if she knows I'm me?' Jack was curious about the girl though he couldn't quite explain why, in his defense it was the first teen girl who could see him.

While he waited he flew through the neighborhood trying to distract himself. He didn't have to wait long for the girl, Tyra, to appear again. A little after the sun went down, a family emerged from Jamie's house. Two adults, Tyra, and a little girl slightly younger than Sophie. Grinning Jack scooped up some snow and he blew into it. Seconds later it made contact with Tyra's head.

After stumbling a bit Tyra stood up and looked around for the thrower of the snowball. But finding no one she shrugged and her lips raised into an unexplainable smile. Shaking her head she followed after her parents into their new house, right across the street from Jamie's. Jack laughed as he watched her trying to get snow out of her hoodie.

Tyra walked into her new house and she was greeted with the smell of new paint. "Mom, I'm going to bed ok?" Her mother was tall, a brunette with brown eyes smiled. "Oh, sure honey, goodnight. I'll see you in the morning."

"Goodnight, Dad." Her father was tall, slightly muscular, black haired and brown eyed. "Goodnight ,Tyra. Don't let the bed bugs bite." Tyra rolled her eyes and she smiled. "Sure Dad. See ya Lizz." She waved goodbye to her younger sister who waved in response.

Tyra Mathews entered her new room and she looked around. It was a small rectangular room with large glass doors at the far end. The room consisted of a dresser, her closet, a desk, a bed, and a few boxes yet to be unpacked. But what she really liked about her room was that it had its own balcony. Grabbing a small blanket she pushed the doors open and she stepped into the chilling cold

The balcony was big enough for a small table and two chairs. After wiping away the snow rom one of the chairs, she sat and snuggled into the blanket. She sighed looking at the nearly full moon, not knowing she was being watched by a certain spirit.

"You know, its not healthy to be out in the cold with only a blanket." Tyra jumped at the voice. she stood up to find the source of the voice and she found herself looking at the boy who was playing with her neighbor Jamie earlier. Up close she could see that he had crystal blue eyes and strangely enough he carried a staff that make a crook at the top and even more stranger, he wore no shoes.

So of course her first question was, "Why don't you have shoes? Aren't you cold?" The boy groaned a hand running through his pure white hair. "Why does everyone ask that?" She bit her lip, smiling slightly. "Well, why wouldn't they? I mean, its winter, you're shoeless and you're only wearing that sweater. Then she thought what she should have probably thought first.

"Wait, how'd you get up here?" She took a step back cautiously and the boy noticed her hesitation and slight fear. "Whoa, wait, I'm not gonna hurt you. I only wanted to meet you." Tyra's eyes narrowed and she pulled the blanket tighter around her.

"Why? And you haven't answered my other question." The boy leaned on the staff and he grinned at her. "Well, cause you can see me. And your other question will be answered if you can figure out my name." Tyra cocked her head to the side in confusion. "What do you mean I can see you. of course I can, you're standing right in front of me. And how am I supposed to figure out your name?"

The white haired boy laughed. "I'm sure you'll figure it out. But I'll give you a hint." He pressed the end of his staff on the glass of her window and she could hear a weird cackling sound. Curious as to what he was doing she moved to look at the glass. He stepped back to let her see, the grin still on his face. On the window was a drawing of a snowflake and on the window itself was..."Frost? But how..." Tyra turned around feeling a blast of wind, only to discover the boy was gone no longer on her balcony.

For a moment she stood in surprise and shock. 'But where did he...' She ran to the edge of the railing and she looked down, expecting to see the snow down below disturbed with prints. There was nothing there leaving her mystified.

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