So that last chapter was my first thing to post on fanfiction EVER! What did you think?
The little colonial town was covered in a blanket of snow, the good kind that stuck together to make excellent snowballs and snowmen. It was fresh and undisturbed, having just fallen the previous night. Slowly the sun began to rise, illuminating the blinding white of the snow. Not far away, on a hill overlooking the village, Jack stood watching the sunrise from a tree in anticipation.
It would not be long now before the sleepy little town awoke and began its everyday business. The snow was a surprise for the children, for there had been no sign of it yesterday evening. Jack had waited until all the children had gone to bed before letting the flakes fall; they had gone asleep to barren ground and would awake to a wondrous land of white. A smile quirked Jack's lips when he thought of the expressions that would adorn each child's face.
The sun was only halfway above the horizon when the first door opened. A small boy was revealed to be standing there. For a moment he simply stared at the wintry landscape in wonder, but a moment later he snapped out of his trance and jumped in excitement before turning back into the house. He was yelling words that were unintelligible to Jack from this distance, but he understood the meaning. After that first house had awakened it was not long before the others did as well. Small heads peeked out from doorways and little noses pressed up against windows, each face showing the same joy. Happiness rose inside Jack. There was nothing quite like the first snowfall of winter to lift his spirits.
Jack lifted off from his branch and let the wind carry him as best it could down to the village; he was still a little shaky when it came to flying. He landed clumsily, flipping head over heels before coming to rest right at the edge of the little town. Doors were opening again, and Jack could see the faces of the children, now bundled up in coats, mittens, and boots. No one seemed quite willing to be the first to disturb the untouched snow.
That is, until one boy, the one who had been the first to awaken, pushed past his older sibling hovering in the doorway and ran, laughing and spinning, into the blanket of snow. That seemed to break the spell; all at once the children poured into the central area, hollering and kicking up showers of snow. Almost immediately they divided into two groups and Jack grinned; he could see where this was going. He formed a snowball in his hand and waited until everyone was on a team, and then he threw it.
It hit the biggest of the children smack in the face, and all of a sudden everyone was yelling, laughing, and trying to seek cover from the torrent of snowballs that came as a response. Jack was right in the thick of it, laughing alongside the children while getting in quite a few good hits of his own. He stepped back for a moment, smiling as he viewed his work. But then his smile slipped, for he saw one child who was not quite into it as the rest. She stood off to the side, watching but not really participating. Her long brown hair fell in her face, but Jack could still see the sadness in her brown eyes. That wasn't right. It was the first snowball fight of the season, and everyone should be enjoying it. He didn't want this girl to be so sad; he wanted her to smile and have fun right alongside the rest.
The snowball he held in his hand suddenly flared blue and he nearly dropped it in surprise. He held it up and inspected it closely, but the flash of blue was gone now and it looked no different than before. Yet something told him to throw it, to see what it would do. So he did. His aim was perfect; it hit the sad girl square in the face. She stumbled backward, startled, and for a moment Jack thought perhaps he should not have done that. But then her eyes suddenly seemed to sparkle like ice in the first rays of the day, and her sad frown changed into a smile. She laughed, and within moments was throwing snowballs with uncanny accuracy and smiling so big it seemed to split her face in half.
Jack looked at his hand curiously and formed another snowball. He tried to replicate the feelings he had had a moment ago, the thoughts of fun times keeping sadness at bay. Just as before, the snowball flashed with blue light for a moment before returning to its original state. He threw this one too, and the child it hit went from looking slightly bored to just as fresh-faced as they had been in the beginning. With a laugh the child ran into the fray, and Jack couldn't keep from laughing too. He experimented with this strange new power and discovered it could be transferred into snowflakes as well. In no time at all every boy and girl had sparkling eyes that were filled with joy.
The snowball fight lasted longer than any Jack had been in before, and it probably would have gone on for longer had the children's parents not called them inside to dry off, warm up, and start the day's chores. Soon everyone had retreated inside, leaving behind print-covered snow and heaps of unused snowballs. The fun was over, but Jack was not put off. It had been the first snowball fight of the day, but with his newfound power he knew it certainly wouldn't be the last.
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