Hello there, reader! Here is the second chapter. Hope you enjoy!

Sorry these two chapters have been short. I'm going to try to elongate and elaborate more with each coming chapter. This story is coming along a bit slowly is all.

Reviews are always welcome!

Chapter 2

Fionn searched the island for Muireann. He called her name and looked in every nook and cranny. As he began to retreat back to his fellow selkies, he heard a male voice calling to Man in the Moon. He crept to the source of the sound, which was behind the boulders he thought too close to shore for Muireann to be hiding.

"Believe me," the voice whispered. Fionn looked around the giant stone to find a blue-clad, barefoot boy holding a girl in his arms. The girl was bleeding from her side, and he realized—

"Muireann!" he cried, his fists balling and his temper diminishing. Jack looked up in surprise. "Did you do this, Frost?" Fionn interrogated. Anger was filling him. He thought he could trust Jack! Why would he do such a thing?

"No!" Jack responded. "I found her here. I swear!" He looked to Fionn in desperation. "Look, if we don't get help soon, she's going to die."

"Don't say that!" Fionn exclaimed. "Don't say that about my sister."

Genuine sympathy filled Jack. "I had a sister once," he spoke softly. "I died saving her. The Man in the Moon is the only reason why I'm still here. I know you love your sister, Fionn. Don't let it happen to her. MiM might not be there to save her."

Tears welled up in Fionn's eyes. Jack's words affected him in a way that he was not sure of. He turned on his heels and ran back to the selkies. Jack watched him leave, hoping he would bring back someone who could help little Muireann.

"Somebody! Somebody help, please! Muireann in injured!" Fionn cried out. "My sister is hurt!" he continued. Slowly, one by one, the selkies ceased their dancing. They stared at Fionn as he ran to the shore. A few asked what was wrong; others stood in shock.

"Where is she?" Tadhg called out, letting go of Maebh's hands and running over to meet up with Fionn. Maebh followed, tears stinging her brown seal-like eyes.

"That way," Fionn pointed in Jack and Muireann's general direction. "She's got a gash in her side and she's losing a lot of blood. I didn't see her skin; someone might've attacked her and stolen it. If we don't hurry now, she'll die. We need to go!" He grabbed Tadhg's wrist and began running, dragging his friend along with him. The herd followed behind as Fionn led the way to Muireann and Jack.

Jack rocked Muireann as he waited for Fionn to return. He glanced around rapidly, nervously, his eyes darting from Muireann, to MiM, to the shore. There was blood all over his hands, all over Muire. He had nicknamed her Muire.

"It hurts," Muire groaned. Her Irish accent was thick.

"I know, I know. They shouldn't be much longer now," Jack said, not-so-reassuringly. He looked down at her, to find she was smiling impishly. "What?"

"Who knew the Mischief Spirit would be so concerned about a little selkie like me?" she smirked. Her seal-like teeth shone in the moonlight.

"I-it's my job to protect children," Jack stuttered.

"But I'm not a child. I'm a lot older than I look." Muire shifted slightly. Her hair moved, revealing her shapely body. "I'm a hundred and sixteen years old." She moved again, and gasped as her wound re-opened.

"You won't be a day older if you don't keep still," Jack threatened. He applied more pressure to her gash, using both hands. Muire whimpered. "Besides," he whispered, "you're still a child compared to me. Just hit my three-hundred-twenty-seventh birthday this year."

Muire giggled weakly. "And not a wrinkle in sight."

Jack winked playfully. "All this snow keeps me youthful and fresh," he chuckled. He looked around again. "Where is your brother?"

"Right here!" Fionn called, the herd following behind him. He knelt down beside Muireann and inspected her gash. "Siobhan," he said, waving a hand at an older woman. She came forward and sat beside Fionn. "Siobhan's our healer," he explained to Jack. Jack nodded.

Siobhan placed her withered hands upon Muireann's wound. She began chanting in a language Jack did not know; he guessed it was either Gaelic or some selkie language he was not familiar with. As the old healer spoke, her hands began to glow, growing brighter and brighter the longer her chanting went. Jack watched as Muireann's wound slowly began to heal. A few moments later, Siobhan removed her hands from the injured selkie.

"I've stopped the bleeding, but she is not fully healed. It will take days for her to fully recover," Siobhan said. "Without her skin, she cannot return home."

"I… I can't go home?" Muireann asked. Her eyes welled up with tears. A rare wave of compassion came over Jack.

"She can leave with me," the Winter Spirit declared. "I know a place where she'll be safe while she heals up."

"Where's that?" Fionn questioned. The herd looked at Jack curiously. Muireann turned her head to face him as well.

Jack looked them all in the eye before saying,

"The North Pole."