Hi! Back again! Thank you to those who have at least read and followed this story and I'm sorry for not updating! Okay on with the story!
Jack's POV
I was up in a tree by the old lake where I first woke up twirling my staff in my hands. It was nighttime and I really didn't have anything better to do now that I've spread snow everywhere. I was seriously bored too. I stood up on the branch I was sitting on. Just when I was about to fly off to who knows where I heard a bell type of noise. I clutched my staff and got in a defensive stance just in case it was anything bad. But nonetheless I went to go look for the noise in the direction I heard it from. The sound of the bell got louder as I went further. When I finally got to the place where the bell sound was coming from I was amazed to find a fairy. She was very small though. Atleast three or four inches tall I guess. She was practicing flying with her wings. It was alittle interesting so I just hid behind a bush to watch.
Kishi's POV
I was in a clearing located in a forest. I was just flying around and testing my wings which was going well. Sure I dropped down a few times but I'm starting to get the hang of it. I know what you're thinking, 'Hasn't this girl been alive for a hundred years? Why is she still practicing?'
Yeah well turns out I don't have the gift of being a fast learner! And I'm also very clumsy too so everytime I fly it turns into a huge disaster. It's either get comfortable and loose focus or fly into a tree trunk. Your choice. But I'll get back on that later. Anyway I was doing flying lessons by myself. As I got the hang of it I started zipping around the clearing. But I felt like someone was watching me. I stopped flying around and held up my fists.
"I know you're there! Show yourself!" I screeched with a small hint of fear in my voice.
Then a rustling noise came from behind me. I quickly turned around only to bump into someone's nose. I flew back in alarm, but not before I sent a kick to the nose that I ran into. A sound of pain filled my ears. I stayed in my poised position as I studied the strange person. It was a boy who looked to be about 17. He had white wind swept hair, pale skin, ice blue eyes and he wore brown pants that clung to his legs, a white shirt with a brown vest over it, a brown cloak and he was barefoot. He was also cold too. Which was very strange because he's human. Or at least I think he is. But anyway, he seemed to be in alot of pain. He was clutching his nose.
"Ow. Ya know for someone who's that small you really pack a big punch!" The boy stated. His voice was silky. Like the silk that silk worms weave.
"Who are you?!" I demanded/questioned.
The boy looked up at me, unclenched his nose, and smirked mischeviously.
"Jack. Jack Frost. Who are you?" He said.
"Kishi." I replied with a little uneasiness laced in my voice.
Jack smiled and held his pointer finger out to me. I loosened up when I felt like he wouldn't hurt me. And for the next 100 years we've been friends.