I know... I KNOW YOU'RE GOING TO HATE THIS HALF WAY THROUGH AND TURN BACK WITH A DISGUSTED SNORT. But seriously, if you have something that hugely irritates you, calmly put it in a pm or review, and I'll try to work on it. Thanks for reading this far.
None of the characters from the books are mentioned in this chapter, but it shouldn't be too long before I join this plot line and that one.
Disclaimer: Nope, I do not own the idea of Guardians, Searchers, Keepers, or anything of the sort (Nightshade series in general). I do however own characters such as Winter and Rory, and any other OC's that will be mentioned.
She sighed as the steady trail of leaves continued to gradually fall and settle on the frost-covered grass, more than one having already taken it's not-so-rightful place over her sprawled-out. She huffed as one particularly persistence red-brown leaf landed directly in the middle of her tan forehead.
"So, I see the whole thing about getting money for yourself is going well? Or is scattering piles of raked-up leaves your new pass-time?" An obnoxious voice called from across the lawn that she had taken residence in.
She growled something, thankfully unheard, under her breath as she pushed off the ground and started towards the road, half-wrecked combat boots hitting the pavement in an angry rhythm.
"You know, whoever paid you to sort their garden out wont be very pleased if you just leave." The obnoxious voice called out again, the sound of pounding feet following her steps.
"Oh, come on Winter! You know I'm only kidding!" It called yet again.
She, Winter, rolled her eyes at the ridiculous boys antics, but still spun on her heel to face him. He paused in his descent, a hint of mischief behind his brown eyes, copper hair mused and a cheeky grin pulled over his pale lips.
"What do you want, Rory?" She sniffed.
"Only your unconditional servitude, peasant." Rory drawled, giving her a mocking look.
"Watch it, Glider." She returned, hitting him lightly around the back of the head. He mock gasped in return, clutching at his heart with a dramatic flare.
"You had to go there, didn't you? Didn't you?" He whined, stumbling off the pavement with his head thrown back in a mournful cry.
She snorted slightly, prancing on her heel and continuing down the road, towards the shadow-filled forest that loomed over the town the human's lived in, miles off Winter's own home. As she was doing so, the slight echo of a faraway roar echoed around, not audible to the human ear.
"Well, I have no plans of sticking around to deal with you. I, actually, intend to go on a fly. Don't follow me." She growled, her tone becoming dark again.
She didn't look back to see his hurt expression, instead heading through the towering trees until she reached a reasonably sized glade, barely big enough for her purpose.
With a great leap, she let her inner 'beast', of sorts, appear, great wings unfolding from her back, ears growing backwards, a powerful tail making it's appearance from the bottom of her spine, face growing out and her vision becoming more attuned.
With a great roar, she uncurled her wings and took to the air, listening to nothing but the air rushing past her ears as she looped through the high altitude.
Oh my gawd... You read to here. And I thank you. If you hate it, tell me why, please, but only if you would like to, of course). I just write because I have nothing better to do...
That was a lie, I had this idea during a class and couldn't be asked to do much, so here it is.
Sorry if I hurt your intelligence.
Oh, and I guess it would be easy to guess that Winter's a guardian, and what kind of guardian she is- not any of the ones mentioned in the book.