Blah! *sprawls out on floor* Oh man i didn't think chapter one would take this long even with all my homework! Well it's half past midnight now so I need to hit the sack so my ramblings will be short. *yawns* Oh man if I don;t hurry My roomie will start fussing and I need to wake up kinda earylish to get anywhere on on homework...Jamie, if you will?
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"Seeing is believing, but sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can't see."
The Polar Express, Tom Hanks
Chapter One: Unseen and Unheard
For the first few weeks of my life I hardly ever left the pond I awoke from. The times I did were only for brief explorations of the surrounding woods and I always avoided the clearing.
That clearing was too terrifying for me to go back. Just remembering how all those people walked through me made me go numb with fear. The animals of the forest on the other hand were able to see and hear me and in a few days it wasn't too unusual for me to find myself in the company of a curious fox or wolf cub with his mother, sometimes even a deer.
I soon learned from passersby that the people in that clearing were known as "Humans" and that the clearing was a village called Burgess. Over time, curiosity began to override my fear of the place and I would often frequent the fringes of the village either from the treetops or by the fence of a small house and watch the villagers go about their day.
When I wasn't visiting the village I practiced flying. The wind always came when I called and after some exploring I found there were four winds: North, West, East, and South. Each of them had a distinct feeling to them. The West Wind was the gentlest and I found myself riding the West Wind the most. The North Wind seemed like a small child and always ready to play. The East Wind was the roughest wind to ride and more than once I ended up with a sour stomach after a flight. I would only call on the East Wind if I needed to get somewhere quickly. The South Wind was also rather rough and I had the feeling it didn't like me riding it so I avoided South Wind as much as I could.
My pond, as I came to think of it was also visited by the children of Burgess. They would come almost every day to play. The first few times I would watch from a tree branch as they ran about around the pond picking up handfuls of snow and then throwing it at each other, or making large piles of the stuff then stacking the snow. Other times, the children would actually go out on the frozen pond.
"Come on!" one of the boys, James shouted, "Let's go ice skating!"
"But what about the ice?" A little red haired girl asked sounding scared, "Don't you remember what happened last month? He fell through the ice and drowned!"
"But today is much colder now Sally." James said, "The ice surely will be safe now."
A boy drowned in my pond? Someone fell through the ice? The braver children hurried out on the ice while their friends called out to them to come back.
The cold, the dark, what if they fell through? Ever since I had woken from the ice I sometimes had nightmares of being trapped down there. My hands tightened around my staff. I couldn't let that happen. I had to get them off the ice! I stood on the branch I had been perched on and catching a light gust of westerly wind leapt down to the snow stumbling slightly upon landing.
I ran out onto the ice towards the child furthest from the banks of the pond. He glided past me laughing arms held out to either side and twirling as he went to the center of the pond. Close to where I had emerged from.
All I could think was that I had to get James back to shore before he could fall in.
I rushed forward towards him reaching for his hand to pull him back to shore. He went right through me as soon as I was close enough. With a sharp cry I fell to the ice clutching my chest. I had forgotten. I was nothing more than a phantom to them.
"See?" James said, "The ice is perfectly safe!" He then proceeded to start jumping up and down on the ice to prove his point.
"No!" I yelped, "Don't! Please!" But he couldn't hear me.
But we all heard the ice crack. James cried out in alarm and wobbled on the spot as his friends tried to find a long enough stick near the trees. The cracks under him began to spread and he started to cry.
Strange as it seemed, that cleared my head enough for me to act. Carefully I stepped over to him.
"Don't worry; I'm not going to let you fall." I whispered in James' ear, "I can fix the ice." Slowly, I knelt into a crouch and gripping my staff in my right hand I placed the base on the cracking ice and pressed my left hand to it.
I took a breath and closed my eyes and began to imagine the ice mending together and becoming thicker, stronger, safer. So thick that anyone could go out on the ice, and so strong that it would never break. A rush seemed to come from somewhere deep inside me as my staff glowed with bright blue light and then flooded out into the ice from my hand. The layer of ice I stood on became thicker and all the cracks melded together as if they were never there.
I opened my eyes and stood up. The boy had managed to get halfway to shore by now, he was telling his friends he was alright and that he'd never do anything so foolish again.
I smiled slightly, with the ice this thick, even the grown Humans, could jump up and down on the ice and not worry about falling in.
And so, it became part of everyday for me to watch over the Burgess children playing at my pond. I almost always joined them even though they couldn't see or hear me. Starting a snowball fight was easy. All I had to was throw a snowball at one of the children and then they'd whirl around demanding to know to who threw it and within seconds a full scale snowball fight would ensue. I would keep them well supplied with snowballs occasionally joining in on the fun.
I also had other visitors as well besides the children when they came to play.
The first time she came was the day after I emerged from the pond.
A little girl with long dark brown hair and eyes, her name was Alice.
I had seen her a few times in the village. She never played with the other children and when she did accompany them to my pond she always stayed far away from it huddled under a tree knees pulled up to her chest. Most of the time she came by herself. Nearly every time I saw her she was crying.
Always it was the same phrase: "I'm so sorry…All my fault…Come back…please…please Jack…come back…"
And each time I stayed at her side. I couldn't bear to see her cry. I wanted so badly to be able to comfort her. She had lost her older brother, Jack. He had the same name as me. He must have been the one who drowned in my pond. The thought that someone had died in my pond was crushing to say the least.
The other who kept visiting my pond was an older girl. She had long reddish blonde hair and bright green eyes. I never found out her name. But every time I saw her I felt…strange. I couldn't find words to describe the feeling. But I felt I had to see her every chance I could.
She too would visit my pond when no one else was around. Unlike Alice, she was always very quiet during her visits. She would just sit at the pond shores and watch the ice. I would sit next to her, hoping that even though she couldn't see or hear me I could somehow keep her company.
Her last visit I can still remember even now. It was exactly a month and a half after I awoke.
She stood at my pond's edge looking out over the ice like always.
"Today is my last day in Burgess Jack," She said. For one wild moment I thought she was talking to me. I rushed over to her but she didn't notice I was standing right in front of her, so no, her words weren't meant for me, but for the other Jack, the one who lay dead at the bottom of my pond.
The girl took a slight shuddering breath and continued, "Mother and Father think it is for the best. We will be moving to Philadelphia. They said they arranged a marriage for me, to a tinsmith." Tears welled up in her eyes and her voice broke a little, "Jack…What you were going to tell me on Christmas Eve, I want you to know my answer is yes." She took a shuddering breath, "Jack…I love you."
She rubbed her eyes with the cuff of her sleeve, turned, and left to return home. When she was gone, I felt this overwhelming feeling of sadness and a kind of emptiness. Why did I feel that way when she left?
I never saw her again after that night.
Winter soon came to an end; my first experience with the change of seasons was not a pleasant one. At the time I didn't know what was happening or why all my snow melted no matter how many blizzards I called to Burgess.
"Why…why is it so…" I gulped, "So warm?" I was slumped against a tree in a half feverish state. The snow I had worked so hard to bring to Burgess was melting into slush, but my pond stayed frozen over. I barely had the strength to sit up much less call the wind to take me somewhere cooler.
I lost track of how long I lay there under my tree, it was a blurred haze. One that I was roughly shaken out of, I heard a girl's voice coming from what felt very far away and I was vaguely aware of someone shaking my shoulder and snuffling.
"…ight…are you alright?" she couldn't be talking to me could she?
"He looks bloody awful…" a rough male sounding voice said, "Best call Zephyr to get 'im someplace coola'."
"Mrrrrggehhhh..." That wasn't me was it? I blinked my open and I could just make out a green blur and a grey blur. I blinked again and once my vision cleared saw I was looking at a girl dressed all in green, even her hair was a light green, and a giant rabbit.
A giant rabbit with grey fur with dark grey markings on his forehead and arms on which he wore leather braces and on his back was a small pouch holding two strangely cut pieces of wood.
"Can you hear me?" the green girl asked. She put her hand on my check causing me to flinch slightly, she turned to the rabbit, "He has a fever Bunnymund and it's really bad."
"What's yer name lad?" the rabbit, Bunnymund, asked leaning towards me slightly.
"J…Ja..ck…Fr…ost…" I croaked.
"Must be Jokul's." Bunnymund mutterd, who was Jokul?
"What are ya' doin' here in the middle of Spring?" Bunnymund continued, "It's too warm for a Winter Sprite like ya."
"Wuuuhhh..?" I slurred, "What's…Spring..?"
The girl and Bunnymund both looked at me just as confused as I was. They looked at each other then back at me, then back at each other. After a slightly garbled exchange Bunnymund smacked himself in the face with a large paw.
"I'm a bloody idiot Flora…" he grumbled, "He's a Newborn, probably only been around since winter started. Poor ankle biter has no idea what's goin' on. Hurry and call Zephyr I'll get some snow on him."
The girl, Flora, nodded and hurried out of my line of vision as Bunnymund began piling some of the still frozen snow on top of me as I settled back into the tree I was resting against and closed my eyes. I just wanted to sleep so I could start feeling better.
"That's it Jack, jus' go to sleep." Bunnymund muttered soothingly, "Zephyr will git you someplace nice and cold. Don' want ol' Jokul getting too worried 'bout his boy. He'll have my hide if anything; happened to ya."
I vaguely wondered who Jokul was and if he had any connection to me before dropping off to sleep.
Zephyr, the West Wind took me to a large glacier on an island called "Iceland". And Iceland it was, it was still covered in snow and so wonderfully cold. We stayed in a small cave in the glacier. With all the ice everywhere I had free reign with my powers and soon the little cave was equipped with a bed, table, and a few chairs and other things I made from the ice on a whim. Aside from furniture I made toys and little ice versions of the puffins that roosted along the beaches. Zephyr while he was staying with me as I recovered from my fever had taken on the appearance of a young man in his late twenties with dark hair and brown eyes and did his general best to tell me everything I needed to know about how the world worked.
"So," I said while sitting up in the bed I had made, "Who was that girl, Flora and Bunnymund, who's he?"
"Flora is like you," Zephyr said, "She's a seasonal Sprite, she brings the season of Spring like you bring the season of Winter. There's four of you in all. Each of you bring on the seasons."
"How will I know when it's time to bring Winter?" I asked.
"You'll know," Zephyr said, "I and the other winds keep tabs on the seasonal Sprites, soon as Winter rolls around again I'll come get you. As for Bunnymund, children know him as the Easter Bunny, the night before Easter Sunday he hides colored eggs for children to find. It's a kind of game he's developed over the years."
A few days later Zephyr left to help Flora bring the Spring winds across the world leaving em alone at my glacier with directions to an iceberg further north of Iceland, that was the palace of Jokul Frosti and telling me soon as I was better to "Hurry home before he gets too worried about you" but I had no idea who Jokul was, but it sounded like Zephyr thought I was somehow related to him. Was I? Did I have a family out there somewhere? Were they worried about me? Why hadn't this Jokul come to find me?
I tried to ask the moon, but again, it remained silent.
As soon as I had my strength back I flew down to the rocky beach just below my glacier. I loved that place, I could freeze the waves just as they came crashing down on the shores and ride the wind over the water as dolphins leapt up over the waves I froze. It became a game for me and I would spend hours at the beach playing with the dolphins who would follow me almost everywhere.
But soon, it became too warm for me in Iceland, so I called on the Northern Wind and flew further north to wait until winter came once more. Maybe Jokul's iceberg would be a nice place to stay until then. The slide Zephyr had told me about sounded like fun.
Years passed which became decades and each winter I always returned to my pond in Burgess. Ever since I had woken from the pond the ice never melted-not even in summer. Somehow I had made the ice so it would never melt. That thought comforted me, even when I wasn't in Burgess the children wouldn't be in danger of falling through. Just thinking about that boy who drowned there kept haunting me; the least I could do was let him rest in peace under the ice.
I encountered many people over that time. Even though they couldn't see or hear me, sometimes I thought or hoped, that they were able to at least sense I was there. Most of the time they wrote it off as their imagination and continued on their way.
One Human I followed around almost constantly, starting from when he was a young boy. He came from the Mohawk Tribe; they were very different from the Humans I saw in Burgess and the other surrounding towns. The houses, their clothes, language, and even their skin, it was darker not as pale. The boy loved to climb trees and when he reached the treetops run along the branches, the first several times he would fall, but I was almost always there to call on the wind to cushion his falls or make sure there were large piles of snow below him.
Eventually he was able to leap from tree to tree almost as if he was flying, and I would follow him in the trees mimicking him. As he grew older, he learned more of this tree running and soon, not only was I trailing after him in the forest, but over the rooftops of towns.
And the first time we explored a city was the first time I witnessed bloodshed.
How could people do such a thing? They had been unarmed. Yet these men in red coats seemed to think they could push everyone around. The things they did, forcing their way into people's homes making them their servants, and taking everything away from them.
And one day, I found them marching towards Burgess.
I was not going to let them invade; they would not set foot in Burgess. Not while I was there. That had been one of the most brutal blizzards I brought. By morning, the Red Coats' camp was buried in the snow. They wouldn't be harming anyone in Burgess, everyone, especially the children were safe.
The boy, who called himself "Connor", I followed soon grew up, as he did he was trained in combat, how to kill quickly, and how to escape quickly. He only thought he was his tutor's only student, he had no idea that Jack Frost the Sprite of Winter was his classmate. Once he completed his training he entered the war for independence and I followed him nearly everywhere each winter. I never fully understood what he was doing but what I did understand was that he too fought to drive out the men in red coats.
One day he even came to Burgess.
"This place always gives me the creeps. I don't know how the children manage to play here all the time." A boy's voice said. I sat up on the tree branch I was perched on and looked down. I immediately recognized the people down there. Connor in his white coat and hood and Benjamin Bennett, the baker's son in the usual brown most of the Burgess villagers wore. Curious I flew down to the snow to listen in on their conversation.
"Why?" Connor asked, "The children do not seem to sense anything amiss." He jerked his head to the small group of children building a snowman and snow forts. One of them had made a hood identical to Connor's including the eagle's feathers stuck in at the back.
Benjamin glanced out over the surface of the frozen pond, "For the past sixty years, this pond has been frozen over. Even in the hottest days of summer. It never thaws out, ever since that boy fell through the ice and drowned."
"I can tell you." I said, "I made sure that the ice would never melt."
Connor frowned slightly, deep in thought, "Not even in summer?" he asked after several moments of silence. Benjamin shook his head as several children hurried out onto the pond to ice skate.
"Never." Benjamin said, "Baffled even some Scottish professor who came all the way over from Edinburgh."
"Oh, I remember him." I said plopping down in front of Benjamin, "He ran back to town shouting about snowballs. I threw those snowballs at him."
Their talk then turned to the dull grown up sort, something about one of Connor's more recent missions. Something about stopping another Red Coat advance and infiltrating one of their camps to assassinate someone called a "Templar" whatever that was. I didn't pay attention; too busy trying to start a snowball fight with the children. Within seconds a full blown snow battle had erupted at the edge of the pond and spilled out all over the frozen surface. Just keeping everybody well supplied with snowballs kept me running around.
At one point a stray snowball thrown by one of the girls, Sarah hit Connor on the shoulder. He turned to face them a little surprised. There was a sudden silence as Sarah and her friends all gasped in horror. Her snowball had hit Connor Kenway, who was just standing there looking very confused, as if he wasn't quite sure what to do.
"Connor," I chastised, "When someone throws a snowball at you, you throw one back." I stooped down to the snow and formed a perfect snowball in my hands. Taking aim I brought it up close to my face and as my breath touched the snowball it turned blue and started to glow slightly. Not sure what had just happened I threw the snowball anyway at Connor, it hit him on the back of his head making him stumble forwards a few steps.
Once the snowball hit, blue sparkles appeared around his Connor's head. I blinked, what was in that snowball? Then Connor laughed, really laughed and much to my own and Benjamin's great surprise he joined in on the snowball fight. Had my snowball made him want to join in on the fun?
A few more snowballs later I had my answer. By breathing on a snowball I made anyone who was hit by them would suddenly have feelings of joy and the urge to have fun.
Soon however, Connor had to be on his way, much to the children's disappointment. As he left for the town I followed alongside him as he walked down the trail.
"That was fun wasn't it Connor?" I asked even though he couldn't hear me, "Hey, do you think we'll be able to do some more tree running once your next mission is done? I'm getting better now. I don't fall off the branches anymore."
Connor came to a halt so suddenly I was several feet ahead of him before I noticed. I turned to face him, "Hey, what's-." I came to a stuttering halt.
Connor was staring in my general direction looking confused as if he thought he had heard something, his dark eyes darting left to right scanning the forest.
"Who's there?" he said.
My voice got stuck in my throat. Had he heard me?
"D-did…did you…hear me?" I asked almost too afraid to hope. Connor scanned the area for a few more moments then stopped, I was sure he was looking right at me! He was I was sure of it! Elated I ran over to him.
"Jack? Is that you?" Connor said suddenly. I slid to a halt breathless with excitement. He said my name!
"Yes, that's my name!" I said, "You can see me right Connor?"
Connor lowered his head slightly. It was then I saw that even though he appeared to be looking at me, I had the feeling he couldn't quite see me.
"Jack, if that is you, the one who died in the pond," he said, and with those words my heart was crushed. He hadn't seen me, he probably didn't even hear me. Already feeling tears welling up in my eyes I took a few shaky steps back, turned, and flew off away into the trees.
I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up. Connor must have thought I was a ghost, the ghost of the other Jack. Why did he have to die in my pond? I settled into the tree branch I had escaped to pulling my knees up to my chest clutching my staff close to me. Below I could faintly hear Connor's footsteps, but made no move to look. Not even he could see me, no matter how many times I had been sure he had at least sensed my presence.
No Human could see me. Sniffling slightly I wiped my eyes dry with the cuff of my sleeve, now slightly yellow, and settled down to sleep.
Darkness. I was back under the ice of my pond. I was under water. I couldn't breathe.
It was my nightmare again. Being trapped under the ice, in the dark.
I had to get back to the surface, floundering I was able to swim up towards the surface where I could just see moonlight but the further I swam the further away the surface seemed to get and I was cold…so cold…my limbs going numb. I couldn't hold my breath much longer. It was becoming too hard to even move. I swung my arms feebly in another attempt to move upwards and only floated up a tiny bit before…
…Something wrapped around my ankle and pulled me down! I screamed in horror water filling into my lungs as I was suddenly dragged back down into the darkness. I kicked out trying to get loose but the more I struggled the harder it pulled me down and dark hands rose up into my line of sight reaching for me. The hands grasped my ankles, wrists, and my clothes dragging me down to the pond's depths. Out of the darkness a pair of yellow eyes started to form.
WHAM!
I woke with a loud scream almost falling off my tree branch. Heart still racing I whipped my head around looking for the owner of those eyes, those horrible eyes. I looked down and just made out a tall dark figure slink away into the shadows of the trees like it was limping.
I'm glad I'm not down there…I thought trying to catch my breath. Whatever that thing was just the mere sight of it had filled me with an unbelievable sense of panic. A few moments later I slumped back against the tree trunk breathing heavily. I had that nightmare several times over the past sixty-some years but it had never been this bad. Normally I would wake up when I started to go numb and just wake with a start and short of breath. Never before had I woken up screaming.
I jumped slightly at sensing another presence nearby. I whipped around clutching my staff to face, a little golden man made of sand. He was sitting on a cloud made of sand looking concerned. The words "Are you alright?" popped up over his head. Still shaking, I nodded slightly. The sand man tilted his head to the side as if asking if I was sure.
"B-bad dream…" I stuttered, "H-had it b-before…not as bad as this…Di-did you help me?"
The sand man nodded and a moving image of himself slamming the dark figure I saw earlier to the ground with a whip popped up over his head.
"That…dark figure caused my nightmare to become worse?" I asked. The sand man nodded, "Thank you." I muttered settling back against the tree trunk.
The sand man just grinned and nodded as if saying: "It was nothing really." Then a sand image of me appeared over his head, curled up sound asleep. I tensed slightly, what if I had that nightmare again? I glanced back at the sand man he seemed to know what was troubling me and another image popped up over his head this time the same figure from earlier being beaten up by the sand man.
I had to laugh, the thought of it was slightly funny. The sand man smiled and his cloud grew bigger with a sand pillow and blanket next to him. He patted the space next to him and made a beckoning motion with his hand.
"Is, that for me?" I asked hesitantly. He nodded. I leapt from my tree branch to his cloud and settled down to sleep, "Thank you." I muttered as he covered me with a sand blanket as I dropped off to a peaceful sleep.
That was my first meeting with the Sandman, I would never forget how he had first helped me. After that night, soon as it was dark I would wait for the Dreamsand to appear in the night sky. Soon as I saw it I would fly off to find Sandman on his little gold cloud. Most nights he insisted that I sleep but every now and then he would let me fly alongside him as he sent out dreams to everyone in the world. For the next century or so, flights with Sandman, or Sandy as I began to call him, gave me something nice to look forward to after so many days of loneliness.
And during these flights, I saw much more of the world. I had no idea it was so big! Burgess and the surrounding colonies was just a tiny part of it. On days when I wasn't flying with Sandy I was off exploring the rest of the world. And as with my first experience with the coming of Spring, I learned that some places were too warm for snow-even in the winter, the hard way. Thankfully, Leaf, the Autumn Sprite had been playing in the Sahara Desert and was able to get me to the nearest mountain top where there was snow.
Leaf was a new Sprite like me, he even came from the same tribe as Connor did. He was dressed all in deerskin, and had flaming red hair. He carried around a paintbrush which he used to paint leaves different colors and was almost always followed by a small army of squirrels and chipmunks. The strangest thing about him was he acted like he knew me. He kept asking me if I remembered him at all. I told him he must have me confused with someone else, but Leaf was absolutely sure we had met before. Eventually he stopped asking me but over the next several decades he would occasionally spring an odd question on me.
Over that time we became good friends, Leaf loved it when I brought a snow day and didn't mind if I decided to bring winter early, just as long as it wasn't before All Hollow's Eve, but after then I could come bring some early snow whenever I wished.
Eventually I told him about how nobody could see or hear me.
"Well, most Humans have forgotten about us Sprites and the rest of the Faerie Folk." Leaf explained painting an oak tree's leaves red and orange, "A long time ago, even the grown-ups could see us, now it's mainly only the children that can see us until they grow up."
"So, the adults are a lost cause huh?" I asked floating alongside Leaf frosting over a few tree branches, "But I might be able to get the children to see me?"
"You might want to try Ireland." Leaf suggested, "Flora and Solarias told me there's still people who can see Sprites there. I'd try one of the countryside villages if I were you."
That night I set off for Ireland riding the East Wind. By daybreak I was coming in for a landing on the outskirts of a small farming village. Everyone was still sleeping, only a few farm animals were out and about right now.
Maybe I should bring a lot of snow to this village. I thought, I'll surprise them with a snow day!
The thought of actually being able to talk to and be heard by someone elated me and I took off to the skies stirring up the clouds to bring in a thick snowfall. Soon, the entire village was blanketed in a fluffy layer of snow. I was just finishing a few snowmen when I heard them.
"It snowed!" A little boy shouted.
"Lots of snow! Mummy can we go out and play? Please please please?"
I turned around to see a little red haired boy with freckles peeking out the window of the nearest cottage. He was looking up at the snow falling from the sky with pure joy, clearly he couldn't wait to rush out into the snow.
"After a spot of breakfast m'boy." A man's voice said. The little boy pouted comically and sulked away from the window to eat his breakfast. I was sure that the same had happened in other houses.
"Breakfast…" I muttered chuckling under my breath, "Sounds like a good idea." I found some pickled eggs in a barrel outside one of the cottages and some ham in a smoke house. I ate my meal while I waited for everyone to come outside to play in the snow I brought.
Just as I finished my last pickled egg the red haired boy from earlier came rushing out bundled up while clumsily wrapping a scarf around his neck. He was quickly followed by other children bursting out of their houses. At first I wanted to immediately rush out to meet them and tell them I brought all this snow to their village just for them, but I hesitated. What if they couldn't see or hear me? I ducked behind a shed to watch the children playing in the snow.
"There's so much snow!" a little girl cheered throwing handfuls of snow up into the air, "There was hardly any last night!"
"Jack Frost was definitely here!" a boy said gleefully.
"He…he said my name…" I gasped, "He said my name." A feeble laugh escaped me. Had I finally found someone who could see me? I rushed out from behind the shed to join them.
"Yes! Yes!" I shouted hurrying over to them, "I made it snow this morning, I did this-."
And the boy ran right through me.
No…No…Please…not again…please not again…I stood there in shock already feeling my eyes burn. Why? Leaf had said that there were still Humans in Ireland that could see Sprites. Had I picked the wrong town? Was I supposed to "let" them see me?
What was I doing wrong!?
Wow...feels storm agian.
Jamie: Uh...uh...uh...*wibbling*
Me: Jamie...are you...oh no...Jamie...please...please don't cry! PLEASE DON'T CRY!
Jamie: *cries*
Me: AGH! Oh crap I'm dead meat once Jack finds out...
Well...hopefully Jack won't start trolling on me for this. Be on the look out for chapter two: Stirring up Toruble And yeah I had to bring back my old "Read and review or Toothless will Grrr!" doo-dad. I was afraid someone might complain if it wasn't there.
See you soon! Also this fic is on Deviantart my name there is crazyforchocobos.
Chocobo_Scribe signing off!
