Chapter 2
Horrendous Whisperer
Jack and Merida scanned the whole painting before looking at the eccentric girl. It was definitely the spirit who brings up the hiccups. Merida tried to remember but she could be a bit forgetful at times. Jack on the other hand stared at the painting.
Today is 1830's or so. The spirit painted on the girl's canvas is born after the Dark Ages when Dragons still existed, and he probably died long ago before this girl could even be born. It's really odd. She doesn't even know him.
The girl looked at her chameleon before looking at the painting. "I kind of don't remember some parts of my dream. He was flying over our tower and left something on the floor," she walked towards the window, but then stopped by the ledge Merida previously stood on. "Somewhere here," she says, gesturing her pet- er companion, to look down on the floor where her big toe pointed.
Jack looked back at the painting and smirked in amusement. Right on the painted Spirit's hand is a brown thing. "I think she means, a nut."
Merida sighs and then looked towards the window. "Ah need ta' go. This island needs summa'."
Jack smirked and followed Merida. Merida had a feeling he's going to do something... mischievious. She swallowed and then reluctantly jumped off the tower. Even if she can not fly, that does not mean she can not survive great heights.
Once both spirits left, the girl noticed the frost forming on the window. Her emerald orbs lightened.
(-_-)
Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the third isn't a seasonal spirit. He is no powerful being in the earth's realm. He's just like a normal teen, except... he's dead, for a reason. Saving his father from dying by somethimg magical made him like this. He could understand animals. Toothless though, was the only one who can see him.
But after years and centuries staying like this, all of the people he knew was dead- gone, turned to dust. He's taking place now in the nineteenth century. He doesn't like how old he is when he looks like eighteen or nineteen. Twenty, even.
"Hey bud," he greeted a squirrel before kneeling beside it. The squirrel looked at him with its dark beady eyes before smiling. "Hello Hicc."
The first time Hiccup discovered about himself, he was shocked and scared. Animals that are talking were definitely so shocking to him, he ran from different animals but was stopped by the Man in the Moon. He could see their facial expressions like they are humans too. It's a gift he actually liked when he travels around. Even when humans can not see him, he can talk to animals.
"Anything to do today Hicc?" Asked the squirrel as it takes a nut and gives it to Hiccup, who takes it hesitantly.
"Not really. I still need to lead some animals away from the clearings especially since it's Hunting season at some part in Canada. You should be careful from predators these days," Hiccup says and leans on the trunk, smiling weakly at the sky.
He could feel the air blowing his legs that dangled from the branch, which made him feel eventually safe. It was pretty safe from the ground. Moody tigers could be a bit difficult to talk with.
As he looks at the clouds, a tiny thing from his view popped up. It was glowing bright red, Hiccup swore he saw this already. It was too tiny that he thought it was too far from their spot. And the tiny bright thing eventually exploded.
"Must be a bomb of sorts," he mumbles before throwing the nut down. "You should stop finding nuts and stop giving them to others. The coldest of Winter's coming," he says.
"I know," the squirrel says. "But Winter's late."
(-_-)
Jack was flying towards Norway, his face reddish and flushed. He shouldn't have played 'Cat and Mouse' with that Summer Spirit. Once she was almost finished with her duty, she looked across the island. There, on the rooftop of the palace, is Jack, making funny faces at her as he stands on the crook of his staff. And the tops of the trees were even frosted, with some people talking about it.
He arrived at the top of the snowy mountain and looked up at the clouds. Well, geographically, Norway is a cold country so there's no problem with freezing people- er trees and lands and what-not.
Ocassionally, he'd sometimes meet other spirits but right now, it seems that all of them are busy.
He walked grumpily towards a direction, before letting himself collapse on the bed of snow, face first.
One thing he could say about Merida; She is hot. Literally. He knows she's the Summer Spirit- specifically called 'Somerled' sometimes- but he didn't know she could send steaming water balls directly on his face at such speed. It hurts that he had to hide the sizzling pain by throwing back a freezing snowball on Merida's face. He left quickly as she made an ear-splitting shriek.
He knows Merida is older than him. He also knows she was born during the Dark Ages- generally the tenth century- and was being forced to get married to her suitors, just because she's a princess. He entered this world during the eighteenth century. There's pretty much a huge age gap between them.
"Now. Where to start?" Jack assumed it would be nice to work from the top and down to the bottom where a village lays.
He could work systematically but where would the fun be? He planned on going down of the North Mountain and try to attend Beigein, Effren and finally Arandelle. Then he would start to fly to the south of Norway.
He started climbing up a tree, then started to hop branches. Each touch lays a swirly pattern of frost and ice, and snow begins to appear and fly.
He could see his visible breath, and even the wind seems to be having fun with his presence. He used his staff, touching every trunk he could reach and letting the ice spread like wildfire (oh irony).
The air became colder as soon as he arrives at particular areas. When he scouts the cold mountains of Norway especially North Mountain, he usually sees one or two men riding sleds with a reindeer leading the way. He hasn't seen any individual yet. Although, he would like to find one and mess with them.
After hours passed, he eventually saw the boy from the previous girl's painting.
He smirked. "Hiccup!"
Hiccup sighed quietly.
"Hickory dickory dock. The boy went up the tree," Jack playfully sang as he floated up and grinned goofily at him.
"What do you want?" Hiccup asked as he pets the squirrel unexpectedly.
Jack smirked as his index finger touched the branch, frost scattering quickly. "Have you ever been to Germany?"
Hiccup raised an eyebrow, getting suspicious. "Er, yes. Why would you ask that?"
Jack shook his head. "I won't answer that. Have you ever heard of Corona?"