Ahhhh thankyou so much for the people that reviewed, favorited, and followed this story so far n_n it really does encourage me to continue on again, so I thankyou heaps :D It means a lot more than you know.

So since you've all been giving such great feedback with so little chapters, I'm gonna get chapter three up even though I have huge projects I gotta work on c: yayyy chapter three here we gooooo

The black-haired girl set the strange boy down on a bed within her cottage. Gently, she adjusted the pillow underneath him and drew up the blanket as far as she could to keep him warm. My, how freezing he was! Taking care of the ancient staff that the boy had held before, the girl places it onto her bookshelf. Then, making sure the staff was placed carefully upon the shelf, the red-cloaked girl pulls up a chair by the boy's bed, and sits down by him. After a few minutes of gazing at him, she presses a hand to his forehead to feel his temperature.

He was still below normal body temperature, and she was beginning to worry. "Oh, this is all my fault," she whispered to herself, her eyebrows furrowed as guilt buried itself into her stomach. "He was only trying to help…" she whispered, continuing to beat her up.

The girl suddenly got up, and started a fire in the fireplace of her cozy home; she was intent on making sure her strange guest would recover. Quickly, she began gathering certain vegetables from her cupboard, and chopped them up as she started up a hearty stew for her guest and herself. When she was finished making the meal, she set the small, wooden dining table with bowls and spoons, and then seated herself by her guest once more. He was still out cold, his facial expression that of pure relaxation, despite his state. The white-haired boy… only an hour ago she had come to meet him, yet he has already grabbed her interest. He was willing to protect her- a girl he's never met before- from a menacing (yet injured and frightened) wolf. The teen truly was brave, she concluded.

But there was something more…. Something that she could not stop thinking about since the boy laid eyes on her… what interested her most was something that made her heart race every time she ever thought about it. He had seen her. This strange boy had seen her. He made eye contact with her, told her to run to safety. He talked to her! It had to be the most exciting thing to have ever happened in the girl's life. She was almost giddy with her overflowing curiosity and need to speak to the boy, again. Shaking in her seat with anticipation, the girl dreamed how their conversation would go. Although… within her first brief encounter of actually speaking with another person, the girl had managed to knock him out cold. Perhaps I shouldn't make friends after all, the girl joked with herself. I seem to prefer an animal's well-being over a fellow hu-… is human the right word?

No matter. The girl was just anxious for her guest to wake up and come to so she could begin to interrogate him. She had so many questions. I will need to calm myself. His health comes first, and then the questions… unless he starts asking questions first, of course. Then I am free to ask some, myself, right? The girl sighed. She has never had a conversation with another person, before, and longed to experience what it must be like to talk and have somebody actually reply.

Impatient with her sleepy guest, the girl pouted, scrunching her nose with her waning patience. She leaned forward toward the boy, merely an inch from his face, and stared at him observantly. Slowly, the girl lifted up a hand, and poked the boy's cheek, hoping to see him stir or give some sort of sign of consciousness. He merely furrowed his eyebrows, and then continued back to his peaceful features. Sighing again, the girl dropped her face onto the boy's chest in frustration. "Please. Please just wake up," she mumbled, her words muffled from her face being pressed onto the sleeping boy's chest.

Suddenly, the raven-haired girl lifted up her head sharply, an idea coming to mind. Her healing powers… she has never before tried them on a person, but they seemed to work fair enough on her animal friends. Perhaps… perhaps it would wake up the boy. Heal him, in fact. It was worth a shot. Straightening in her seat, the girl cleared her throat and took a deep breath as she placed her left hand upon the boy's forehead, pushing his messy white locks off his forehead, and then placed her right hand on top of his steadily beating heart.

Concentrate, she told herself.

Closing her eyes, the girl began to sing. She sang an ancient song- a healing song that she woke up with embedded in her head on her first night of existence. It was a calming, soothing song that she never grew tired of singing. She sang the lyrics slowly and strongly, opening her eyes to gaze at the boy. To her delight, her hands were compromising with her song as they began to glow that familiar light green. The boy's breathing began to steady, his chest rising and falling with greater health and confidence. The girl tried to keep her smile down as she sang on.


Singing was the first thing he heard when consciousness came. The next feeling was that of a sharp pain on the back of his head- a pain that slowly began to wither away until it was nonexistent, almost as if it were never there to begin with. The singing… the beautiful, alluring singing was what helped him to come back to Earth- it was what encouraged him to wake.

His eyes fluttered open, and when his vision began to clear the singing abruptly stopped, hands removed from his chest and forehead, and a figure suddenly loomed near him, observing him closely. Jack furrowed his eyebrows, blinking a few times to focus his vision before he saw a pair of wide-eyed blue eyes merely an inch from his face. Startled, Jack inhaled a sharp breath and sat up quickly, pulling away, nearly bumping heads with the person staring at him. He blinked a few more times as he realized who had been watching him. It was the girl from the forest. She continued to gaze at him, her lips slightly parted as if she had something she wanted to say, but didn't know how to say it. Her eyes were wide, watching him carefully. Jack felt his cheeks warm at the intense attention he was receiving, and found his voice as he asked, "Who are you? You're that girl from the forest. Wha- can you see me?" Jack suddenly asked as he drew closer to the girl, looking into her eyes with the same curiosity as she had towards him.

This time, it was the girl who drew back. "Are… are you talking to me?" She asked, almost as if she were preparing herself for being ignored and unanswered.

Jack raised an eyebrow as he leaned back, giving her some room. He sat himself up straight, crossing his legs. "Of course," he answered her. The look of disbelief and gratefulness on her face sent a strange tingling sensation through his chest and up to his throat. He smirked playfully, "Who else would I be talking to?"

The girl blinked, her eyes beginning to water. The next thing Jack knew, tears were streaming down the frozen features etched upon the girl's face. Jack's eyes widened, "Are you alright?" He asked as he leaned forward again, reaching a hand out to her-

"I'm fine," she whispered breathlessly. She blinked a couple of times, and let out a breathy laugh. "You… you're the first one to have seen me… in a very long time," she added softly, almost cringing as she waited for Jack's reaction.

Jack laughed, his face brightening as he stared at the girl. She looked at him, confused. Jack smiled, and straightened up as he replied, "Then I'm very lucky, aren't I?" His ice blue eyes twinkled with mischief as his smile turned into a friendly smirk.

The girl smiled for the first time, a gesture that made Jack have to blink twice. "What is your name?" She asked softly, almost as if she felt she was not allowed to ask such a question.

At this, Jack smirked. He swung off the bed, and stood before the startled girl. She turned to observe him as she sat in her seat, clutching onto the chair. Jack smiled big, and did an overdramatic bow. "Jack Frost is my name, m'lady." He gazed up at her from his bowed position as he playfully smirked. "And who may you be?" He asked as he straightened up, looking into the strange girl's eyes.

She smiled big now, looking at her odd guest with amusement. She stood up, and curtsied (as she had seen many human girls do before when she would observe the townsfolk), "Eve. Eve Dawn."

I think I'm gonna cut it off here, because I've still got homework and stuff, and I don't wanna rush any chapters. Better to have a good story than a long one that isn't very interesting. Quality over quantity.n_n but I promise my next chapter is going to be the longest one, yet! I shall probably upload it Friday afternoon, but until then please review! I really hope this chapter didn't seem off with Jack and stuff. I didn't really have enough time to give him a lot of dialogue and stuff, so I just hope he doesn't seem off-character.

But yesh, I shall stop talking now. Thankyou for the support! It means the world!

Byeeee