Hey, my people, I am back. Sorry for the long time between updates... But this is prior to my deadline of tonight (if you understand this, I'm STILL breathing. Haha.). Anyway... Onward!

Jaquie's eye colors:

Red- Anger

Blood Red- Hatred

Orange- Frustration

Yellow- Calm

Green- Confusion

Blue- Sadness

Indigo- Nervousness

Violet- Scared

Multi- No emotions present

If I indicate that one eye is one color and the other eye is another, it shows conflicting emotion.

*More colors may be added as needed.*

*"You're going to pay, Frost." She spats. She immediately breaks into a run. Coming towards me at high speed. I bring my staff back so I can hit her, however just as it's about to bash in her skull she ducks. Then proceeds to uppercut me in the gut. Making me double over in pain.

"Lucky shot." I mutter.

"Of course it was, I'm Jaquie Luck." She says smiling, all her anger and rage seems to have disappeared. Or so I thought...*

Jack's POV

When I think that she's done with me, I feel her lift me up by the shoulders and throw me hard into the lower branches of a tree. The snap echoes across the clearing and I feel something inside of me break. Was that my spine, my body certainly hurt enough, or was that the tree? I wonder.

One deep breath tells me that 'neither' is the correct answer. I feel like I am drowning again, this time in my own blood dripping through tiny holes left behind when fragments of my ribs were forced through my lungs.

The girl before me, her multi-colored hair whipping around her head in the wind, levitates a few meters off the ground and before diving straight towards me. As I am falling to the ground, in too much pain to fly, she catches me. For a second I think I am in the clear, but the foolish hope vanishes in an instant when Jaquie Luck pulls me up by my shoulders and shoves me against the tree a second time.

The force makes me cough: a harsh, liquid-filled sound that makes the girl wrinkle her nose in distaste. I feel blood drip from one corner of my mouth, down my chin, and stain my blue sweatshirt.

Her eyes, once blue on one side and blood-red on the other, have long-since changed, the blue darkening and swimming around her abyssal pupils until it too turns blood-red with hatred, or maybe my fevered mind has claimed my sight. A glance towards the sky and a twist of my neck sends red spots dancing before my eyes and pain shooting through my broken body. I close my eyes, trying to clear my vision, and open them once more to look back into those hate-filled eyes.

They are still red, like drops of blood staining in the snow. If my situation wasn't bad before, it is now. There is nothing worse to fight than an angry guardian, especially the guardian of luck.

And I think mine has just run out.

"What did you do to deserve it?" the girl demands, her voice low. "Hmm? What did you do to deserve it, you stupid Guardian? Do you even deserve to be called that when you can't even beat me?" She snarls, anger palpable.

I remain silent, unsure whether an answer will antagonize or calm her.

"TELL ME!" She shouts, hanging from one of the sturdier short branches and slowly air-walking away.

She spins around, her eyes no longer blood-red but now orange and blue: frustrated and saddened at the same time.

"Please," she begs, sinking slowly to the ground, her head hung low. She was so quiet that I almost didn't hear her.

"Let me down, then we'll talk." I bargain. She nods mutely and snaps her fingers. I fall ungracefully to the base of the tree, gasping and spitting up so much blood that I'm on the verge of a shady abyss for a moment before I can collect my fragile consciousness and attempt to push my broken self it its feet. As I stand, I see that she's now standing as well and holding out my staff by its hook. I reach out, hesitant, and take it. "How'd you do that?" I ask.

"Do what?" She asks, confusion showing in her now-green eyes.

"The whole thing where you snapped then I fell." I explain, wiping the blood from my lips with my sleeve. Where I in any other situation I would be disgusted by my predicament, but right now I am glad to be alive.

"Telekinesis," she says quietly. She looks down to the frost-tainted ground, then back to me. "Can you please tell me what you did?"

"When Man in Moon first chose me, it was because I saved someone. A child." I whisper.

"How could you save a child... if they can't touch you?" Jaquie asks.

Jaquie's POV

When I asked the question I don't know what answer I wanted, but didn't expect what he told me.

"I was human before this. We all were." He tells me.

"Wh-" I start but am cut off by the sound of shattering glass.

the fight scene was written by my personal friend, as well as a brilliantly mad scientist, 7ShadowsUnleashed.