Jack's face looked awestruck. "Sierra... how?"

I looked around at the black ashen trees that covered the landscape; that fireball must have done a lot of damage. Wait, fireball? "No..." I said in disbelief. "Yes," Jack replied, shaking off all previous doubts.

"How..."

"I don't know"

"I-"

"Yep"

"Wha-"

"That's right."

"Quit cutting me off!"

Jack stood there grinning, "So... who's Pitch?," I asked. His face turned grim at the mention of the name. "The king of darkness," he explained. "Sounds depressing," I said. At this, his frown broke into a lopsided smile. "Just a bit."

"Anyway..." I said, urging him to continue.

"Well, he can melt into shadows."

"Kid stuff."

And he can control this black sand stuff."

"I've seen worse."

"Then there's his massive army of shadow horses... Should I continue?"

"No, I get the point."

If I can shoot a fireball then what other powers are there?

"Hey, Jack?" I asked, he looked up from freezing a flower. I looked at him with my head cocked. "Do you suppose that I might have other powers too?" "It is possible... Maybe you should try another power," he said thoughtfully. "Like... what?," I asked, "Try... flying?" he suggested. "Okie dokie!" I replied, overly happy.

"Well, you seem mighty chipper." Jack said with a false British accent. "Just teach me already." I commanded with a small laugh.

Jack stood straighter and cleared his voice. "Okay soldier!," he said in a deep voice. "First you put out your arms, then say, I think I can! I think I can!"

I complied.

"I think I can, I think I can!" I heard a laugh, except it sounded really far away. I open my eyes. Far below me I see a white and blue dot among the trees. "That's Jack," I realize.

Around me is a sky so dark it could melt a soul, but the moon pierced the shadows and allowed the stars to shine through. "Hey, it's the cheese ball again!" I say, allowing my gaze to focus on the moon. Jack must have heard my greeting because he laughed even harder.

Jack's laughter seemed to bring me down from the height and back down to the ground. He was literally crying with laughter. I sigh. "Ok, what's up?," I asked. "That was just a joke..." he said between many gasps for breath.

My face felt hot so I knew I was blushing. Oh my gosh, that was from The Little Engine that Could. How did I not know that?

"How did that actually work...?" he asked, still snickering. "Wait! Idea!" I said, pointing to my head. I closed my eyes, knowing that I most likely looked constipated. Soon enough I felt something weird, like the tingling that you get when your foot falls asleep, except it covered my whole body. The sensation faded and I opened my eyes; I couldn't see myself, like, at all. "Take that Jack! I can turn invisible!"

Jack looked around, probably looking for me. Let's have some fun with this. I creeped behind him and got so close to his ear that he could probably feel my breath on his neck. Then I took out my deep raspy voice and put it to use. "Looking for someone?" I whispered in a creepy voice.

He screamed the loudest, most girly scream that could come out of a male body, jumping so high that I was almost afraid that he would run out of oxygen.

He still holds a grudge for that day.

"The whole reason I did that was to prove a point," I said after the millionth apology. "And what might that be, Miss Sierra?," he asked, sarcasm just dripping from his voice. "I can do whatever I think of." I say simply.

Ok really terrible ending but I wanted to finish today so I just stopped it there... Yeah.