My name is Eden Burn and I've decided to start a journal, so here I am, writing on these sheets of paper, nothing to do. For, I am a very lonely person. To explain this I must mention a few other things. I am the "Queen" fore say of the summer, fire, and all things hot. How is this possible? Well, there's another world, a magic one where I had originally came from, and that is where I got these powers. But, somehow, very young, I was sent to human realm. I don't remember much about those early years, I just remember being passed on from strange person to the next. When I was 5 though, I met a boy, my age, named Jack Frost. He seemed to be the opposite of me but somehow we clicked. I can still remember how well we were together. Everything was opposite about each other though, he liked the cold, controlled it even, while I liked the warm. I am completely sure he is magic and I just really don't know what kind. He had bright white hair, strange to hear I guess, but to me that was normal compared to my fiery red hair. We had met on my birthday, also the day after his. That is also, a year later, the day we were separated from each other until now. Where, I have not seen him since.
It was bitter sweet having that year, for I loved having that complete feeling at the time, but now I long for it even more. So, I'm lonely. What makes it worse is that most of the humans here don't see me or hear me or anything, because they don't believe in me. I mean, why would they? They have their scientific theories to explain the world. So, since the age of 10, I have lived in a high part of Canada. The cold helps my emptiness a bit, but it's not him, it's not Jack. I just found an old cabin and made it home. I was able to help a few things. You see, all magic people have general powers, like to move objects and make ones and all that cool stuff. We have potions and stuff too. So, I was able, after much work, to make this tiny cabin a masterpiece of mine. I have sat in this cabin for 6 years, not really leaving so much. Waiting, for something to happen; that's exactly why I actually started this journal, because I got kind of bored. I must continue my schedule of the day though, I like routine. I'll right again when I get the chance.