Third chapter! Okay, just some insight on the story here.

You know how the Guardians have names that relate to their powers? North, Bunnymund, Tooth, Sandy, Jack Frost, blah, blah, blah. Well, Hestia is the Greek goddess of the hearth and fire, and Hekate is the goddess of magic (she also has a bit of a temper). Aydan means fire.

I'm going to switch between POVs so tell me if you like it better! It's going to start out as Hekate's POV. I might alternate between calling her Hekate, Hes, Hesty, Hessy, and Hestia. Just don't get confused!

Disclaimers!

HEKATE'S POV

I blinked. Something bright was shining in my face and - Wait.

Who am I?

I opened my eyes to see a crescent moon in the sky. The last golden rays of sunlight were peeking through the tops of the mountains.

Oh. My names Hekate? Hekate what?

No answer.

Why isn't that Man in the Moon talking to me anymore?

I sat up and looked around me. I was under rubble from what looked like a building. Ashes were everywhere, but no one was in sight.

Did the building burn down? But where did all the people go?

I stood up and brushed myself off. I had a simple but soft and silky brown dress on. It had a tight corset tied around me with lace-up strings in the back. The sleeves went a few inches above my elbows and were tight, but not uncomfortably so. The dress flared out a but at my waist and reached my knees. Scorch marks were on the bottom of the dress, and it was uneven, like it had been burned off at the bottom. My right sleeve had that, too, and was a couple inches shorter than my left sleeve. My feet were bare, but that was okay. A black cloak was draped around my shoulders, and my arms were through two slits in the sides.

I walked around, looking for anyone that could tell me what was going on.

I walked up to a house that seemed familiar.

It was a small brown cottage, with a tall wooden door and a lot of windows. I knocked, but no one answered, so I just went in.

Two women, two men, a boy, and a little girl were in there. Both women were pretty, and one had brown hair while the other had blond. Both men had brown hair, and so did the boy and little girl.

Everyone was crying.

What was wrong?

I felt like I should say or do something.

"M-my p-p-poor baby!" the blond woman cried. "I-I c-couldn't e-even find her b-body!" She sobbed into her hands.

"My poor Hekate," the handsome brown haired man with a smaller build then the other said.

Hekate?

"My names Hekate!" I grinned. Were they talking about me?

They continued on like they didn't even hear me.

"I'm sorry," the blond woman whispered, looking at the boy. "It must be hard for you, Jack."

Do I know a Jack? It does seem familiar . . .

The boy kept staring at the floor, not even acknowledging the woman.

I huffed. "How rude!" I went to put a hand on his shoulder and ask him what was wrong, but my hand passed right through.

I gasped in horror and stepped back. "W-what . . . ?"

The people in the room kept talking, and I ran out the door. I needed to see something.

I walked into a building that seemed familiar and went through the rooms, looking at the peaceful forms of sleeping children and adults lying on cots.

Finally!

I picked up the pretty looking glass from off the desk and looked at what I looked like.

I had bright, cherry red hair that went a bit past my shoulders, smoky gray eyes that were framed by thick black lashes, pale, porcelain skin, full, pink lips, a small nose, and straight white teeth. I looked about sixteen or seventeen years old.

Had I always looked like this? It just didn't feel . . . Me.

I set the pretty looking glass down and walked out of the house.

Why can't anyone see me? Why do I pass right through people?

I stomped to the forest and angrily punched a tree. It caught on fire and I jumped back in surprise. "Wow."

Beautiful flames of the deepest shades of red to the purest shades of gold danced along the tree, making a black trail in its wake. The flames danced along the branches.

I giggled and danced through the forest. Every time I spun or pointed at a certain tree or bush, it would catch fire.

Soon a whole circle of trees around me were on fire. I jumped and spun in the air, gracefully landing back on my feet. I stood up on my toes, lifted one leg up, and spun in a circle. The flames went out.

I giggled, enjoying my newfound power.

Giddy, I skipped back to the village.

The sun was peeking over the mountaintops, creating beautiful streams of golden light. Had I really been in the forest that long? Small children were running around, talking about something called "Christmas" that was coming up in a few months.

A group of little girls were giggling with each other. Curiously, I walked up to them to listen.

"-can't see him." Like me? "Santa lives in the North Pole."

"Really?"

"Yup. He brings toys to kids if they're good. So what do you want for Christmas?"

I walked away, practically bouncing.

There was someone like me! Whoever this "Santa" person was, he was really famous. How do I get to the North Pole?

The children said its "up there" and "some place cold."

. . . Would the Man in the Moon help me?

I walked back to the woods, fiddling with my powers and seeing what I could do. I loved the heat, though. It was warm and comforting.

I made fiery shapes when I was bored. A lion, bird, snake, and many others.

I didn't know why, but using blue colored fire made me tired the fastest.

When I felt like I couldn't walk any longer, the moon shone from down in the sky.

"Help me," I said. "Please. I don't know what to do. I want to find 'Santa Clause'. I don't know how to get there. Please, help me."

No answer.

I sighed. This was going to be a very long night.

3RD PERSON POV

Jack sat cross-legged by the fireplace with a blank expression.

He had never really liked fire. It always seemed too deadly and hot to him. It was more of Hekate's thing. She described fire as a light in the darkness, warm, comforting.

Hekate . . .

A bitter smile made its way onto his face. Hekate loved fire, went to it for comfort, only to be killed by it. No one could find her body, but it was a pretty bad fire and it had been going for hours. Her body probably . . .

He desperately tried to shake himself out of those thoughts. Now was not the time to think about "what could have been. Think about what will be." A quote from Hekate.

Elizabeth, of course, was in despair. Once she finally grasped the situation, she left to her room and refused to come out.

The weirdest thing was, Jack thought he heard her earlier. When James was muttering in despair, he could have sworn he heard her voice say, "My name's Hekate!" He immediately shook the thought away. Nothing could bring her back now. She was gone.

He got up and left the room, trying to accept that fact.

She wasn't coming back.

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