A/N: Meh. Not much happens in this chapter, but things will get more interesting as this story progresses I assure you. And, feh, I suck at describing characters sometimes- especially my own. Ah well- I tried. Anyway, in this chapter you'll actually get to get a good look at my spirit character for this fic etcetera etcetera etcetera. I hope you all had a Merry Christmas, oh, and Happy New Year!
Oh, and I won't be updating this fic for a while- but I'm not giving up on it! I just need a break from this one for a bit. Plus, I've gotta start revising for my upcoming exams in January- otherwise my mother will ban me from my laptop for life. And I dun want that to happen thank you very much.
Ahem, also, thank you to those who have bothered to actually review this story. And to those of you who have decided to favourite, and follow this fic- I appreciate it. Thank you~!
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Translations:
Language: German translated to English
Warten Sie - Wait
Wo bin ich - Where am I
Vielleicht ist das alles nur ein Traum - Maybe this is all a dream
schlafend - asleep
Chapter 3
It was cold. Very cold, even though winter had not yet fully fallen down onto the town of Burgess, it soon would.
Somewhere, near a frozen pond, an old tree began to make strange cracking noises which abruptly stopped for a moment of time. That is, until a giant crack appeared down the middle and something flew out of it, screaming loudly.
With a loud; "Oof!" the spirit landed not so gracefully onto a very hard and cold surface.
More and more black wisps began to remove themselves from the slumped form of the spirit until only a few were left, mostly still clinging to the left side of the spirits face and half of its body.
The spirit appeared to be female, with long scruffy dark brown hair that had random streaks of light and dark brown with black and some orange strands of hair mixed in. a bright orange hooded jumped covered the upper part of the spirits body and the sleeves were pulled back, resting at the girls pale elbows. On both her hands were black, leather fingerless gloves.
She also wore an unbuttoned black sleeveless long tail coat, which was in slight tatters at the end, and on the right side an arms length of a chain was tied to it. Baggy grey jeans covered her legs, but only half covered the spirits right leg since the jean leg was ripped just above the kneecap, and all that covered the slightly exposed leg was tightly wrapped bandages that went all the way down the leg and only stopping above the ankle perhaps.
And on her right foot she wore a white and black converse trainer that had a small, orange painted grinning pumpkin decorated in the corner on both sides of the trainer. The left foot was more or less completely covered by the long baggy jeans, and instead of a matching twin to the converse trainer on her right foot, instead was a plain white sock that had different sized blue spots decorating it.
Groaning, the teenage spirit slowly got up onto her hands and knees. The shadows that clung to the left side of her face, almost desperately quickly wisped away as a bright beam of sunlight shone down on the girls pale face.
Slowly, a pair of dull grey eyes opened and stared back at the pair of eyes in front of them. The spirit gasped in surprise and flung itself backwards landing hard on her back.
"Ow!" The spirit sat up and rubbed her back. She slowly got into a kneeling position and looked down again, only to sigh in relief when she noticed it was her own reflection staring back up at her through the reflective surface of the frozen lake she sat on.
"Warten Sie…" she muttered lowly. She reached out a gloved hand and tapped at the ice tentatively. Lifting up her head, the spirit looked around curiously, her grey eyes scanning the area around her.
"Wo bin ich?"
She sat dumbly on the frozen pond as she examined the slightly snow covered wooded area around her and the bright blue crystalline skies that hung above her head. Her curious gazed locked onto a pair of robins that sat by on a large rock before they twittered up and away into the skies. The spirit watched them, leaning her head back as they flew off before softly falling onto her back against the ice.
The spirit closed her eyes. "Vielleicht ist das alles nur ein Traum ..." she whispered to herself.
A light breeze blew by suddenly and the spirit sighed in contentment at the feeling of the cold against her pale skin. Her face suddenly scrunched up in bewilderment when the sound of laughter reached her ears. The spirit sat up, opened her eyes and looked around her.
"…?"
The laughter sounded like it was coming from nearby, and against an inner feeling in the pit of her stomach, curiosity won over the teen as she got up to her feet and carefully made her way across the ice only slipping ever so often until she reached the edge.
"Ugh…" the spirit collapsed to its knees after she had walked a couple of feet away from the frozen pond. She yawned tiredly, and peered down at her legs. "…schlafend." She muttered, shaking her hair out of her face.
Letting out another yawn, the teen hopped up onto her hands and feet and with a newfound determination and spring in her step, she began running on all fours. The numb feelings in her legs started to deteriorate as she hopped over a fence and a few bushes, all the while she concentrated on the closer she was getting to the sounds of children's laughter. Soon enough, the spirit found the source of the laughter.
She sat atop a nearby tree branch and watched as around six or so children ran around each other, and chucking small balls of snow at one another. A grin appeared on the teenagers face as she watched the children play their game happily with each other.
"Whoa!" the spirit ducked when a stray snowball almost hit her. Her nails dug into the tree branch she was holding onto so as not to fall off. "Whoa, nice shot!" she exclaimed, laughing to herself.
Inwardly, she so badly wanted to join in on the fun the kids were having, it had been a long time since she had enjoyed a proper snowball fight, and even though this was probably not real, it still looked like a lot of fun!
The snowball fight caused her to grin widely in childish delight, and a strange feeling began bubbling up inside of her. It disappeared though, and her grin and a sudden feeling of dread washed over her.
The snowball fight continued though, but, she was more focused on somebody playing along with them, and it wasn't one of the mortal children.
Her eyes grew wide when she spotted a boy, somewhere around his teens, with snow white hair. He had pale white skin, and held a long wooden staff, and said boy was laughing merrily as he twirled around the children, throwing snowballs along with them, even though they couldn't see him.
She knew they couldn't see him.
Grey eyes only widened at the sight of the boy and a breathless whisper escaped the spirit.
"Jack Frost…"
