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"What kind of mockery is this!?" Siria said as she observed the letter on her chart, being the summer spirit she did not dare touch the parchment, she did not want it to burst into flames. Though the letter brought curiosity to her, Siria was not glad she had received it, for all her time being the bringer of summer she had not seen a single acknowledgement of her work from the world below her and she took this to be fact but this? Why? Why now had she been noticed by those below? Who were they and what could they possibly want?

"I can't be distracted by such a meaningless thing." The summer spirit said with annoyance "This letter is ruining my schedule." The summer spirit raised her hand that held the scepter high above her, she was going to do it, she was going to get rid of the letter and never be bothered by such silly things. As soon as her scepter neared the parchment, ready to incinerate the flimsy thing out of existence Siria stopped; but why did she? What outside power could possibly be making her hand cease from burning this paper in front of her? Was it her curiosity that stopped her? Was it the little light of hope that someone, somewhere has heard of her work and has wanted to know more about her? No, it can't be, it must be a trick, it must!

Siria fought these conflicting thoughts, she was running out of day light, her schedule needed to be finished, it needed but it was too late. Siria let out a sigh and lowered her scepter, what was the use; by hovering where she did and contemplate about what to do, her schedule was already being ruined; she sighed again, she will read the letter.

"Fine then letter," Siria said as she looked to the paper, "I will read you but how am I suppose to open you?" She looked around, there was nothing she could find that she could use to open the letter; she looked down to her hands, no, if she opened it herself it would definitely burst into flames; how on earth was she going to open the letter. Siria sighed in defeat, her inabilities were just too impossible to overcome but as soon as she was about to give up on all hope she heard chirping in the distance; birds! Of course!

"Why didn't I think of it sooner!" Siria said as she gave herself a mental slap "Birds can open the letter for me." Without wasting any more time, Siria flew towards the sound of chirping, hoping that one of them would at least help her.

Siria hovered above the trees, she could see the small movements of creatures among the leaves, the birds were going on their usual routine; careful not to touch the leaves of the trees the summer spirit called to the creature.

"Excuse me" Siria hollered "Can any of you help me?"

Some of the birds stopped to hear the foreign noise but most of the crowd kept going about their business which the summer spirit figured would happen since once own problems would trump all other things but at least there were some who listened to her request.

"Thank you for listening" Siria said to the birds who listened "I know it seems out of place but would any of you help me open this letter so I can read it? I would open it myself but if I do it will burn." the birds kept looking up at her; no answer.

"I'm sure it seems too much to ask" she continued "and it seems that you are not interested in my request." Siria then started to move away from the trees "Well, thank you for your time." She then made an about face and as soon as she was about to leave the birds began to chirp at her direction.

"Yes?" Siria said as she turned to look at them, one of the birds flew up to the sky with a twig in its beak. With a swift motion it landed on the ground, dropped the twig and chirped.

Siria took a moment to decipher the motion "You want me to drop the letter?" The bird chirped back her.

"I see then" Siria said calmly "Thank you much for your help." Carefully, Siria tipped over her chart, the letter fell out and slowly glided down to the ground. As soon as the letter landed the bird hoped over to it, using its beak it opened unfolded the letter revealing the contents inside; the little brown creature then hoped to the top of the letter, picked it up with it's beak and fluttered up to the summer spirit.

"I cannot thank you enough for helping me." Siria said to the bird as it took its place in front of her; its companions chirped in its place. Siria then focused her eyes on the text in front of her; even though she didn't show it much she was eager to know its contents.

Dear Summer Spirit;

Hi, my name is Jack. I really didn't know you existed until one of my friends told me about you. They didn't really tell me much other than you bring summer but there must be more to you than that right? So, what I want to know is: what is your name, what do you look like, how long have you been the summer spirit, what is it that you really doand have you heard of the winter spirit? I really hope this isn't a one-sided thing and you totally ignore this letter, I really want to know about you.

I wait for your response.

your friend,

Jack

Siria looked up, it was true, there is someone who has taken interest in her work; true it was strange that someone would but it was there, clearly written in the parchment in front of her. now the question that arose from this was simple; how will she be able to respond to this letter? She then looked up at her little helper.

"You wouldn't mind helping me on one more thing would you? she asked, once again the birds perched on the trees chirped.

"I'll take that as a yes" Siria said calmly "Thank you once again."


Jack laid down on his bed as he tapped the ceiling of his room with his staff, was he bored? No, he just couldn't take the agony of waiting.

"Ugh, what's taking so long" Jack huffed as he tapped the ceiling a little faster, causing snowflakes. Now, I know what you must be thinking, How did Jack Frost obtain a room on his own? It was quite simple actually, before his involvement with the guardians the spirit of fun would sleep under the barren trees of the lands that he was having fun in. This would usually be the way of things and on many occasions he would have to retreat to the barren wastelands to the north. Once becoming a guardian, his comrades took noticed of his predicament and took it upon themselves to prepare him a room inside North's workshop. The room had a blueish color to it and ivory furniture that enhanced the color perfectly. Though this gesture was well received Jack didn't use it much, he preferred to sleep outside in the snow, it was only recently that he's been using the room; waiting.

Every so often he would look out the window of his room towards the clear blue sky. It had only been two days since he had sent out his letter to the summer spirit and still no response. He was sure it wouldn't take long for the letter to get to the summer spirit, he was undoubtedly sure, so why was it taking her so long to respond? Did she even give his plea for contact a chance?

"You're taking way too long Miss Sunnyside. Huh?" Jack squinted his eyes from his spot on the bed, through the window he could see a black object lazily floating in the horizon. The winter spirit quickly picked himself up and ran towards the balcony; he squinted his eyes again, what was that object above the horizon? Jack felt this overwhelming excitement, was this it? Could this be the answer he was looking for? Without another thought Jack ran back inside, picked up his staff, ran back to the balcony and jumped up onto the railing.

"I hope I'm right about this." Jack said to himself as he launched himself towards the sky, quick as a flash he headed towards the object. the closer he got to it the more the object started to change color and form. The object was not black but glowed bright orange, upon closer inspection Jack could see that the glow was contained in a sizeable frosted glass jar. The jar was being held up in the sky by a small parachute. Jack chuckled, it looked like a tiny hot-air balloon, so this was why the summer spirit's response was taking so long, she used a jar to send her message not a letter like he did. Jack reached for the jar, his cold hands taking hold of the jar. To his surprise, the jar was not incredibly hot, it was warm.

"Pfft, and here I thought this was gonna feel like a sauna." Jack said with a smile as he tucked the jar under his arm; he couldn't wait to get back to his room and see what the summer spirit had to say. Jack about faced and shot straight back to his balcony, once he felt the hard ground he walked back in to his room and closed the windows behind him, he then took a long breath.

"Ok Frost, this is it" Jack said as he once again took the jar into his hands "Uh, how do I open this?" Jack inspected every inch of the jar, there was a time were the top could be unlatched but it was now welded shut, even with using all his strength he couldn't break off the top; Jack was getting agitated.

"Ugh, how am I suppose to know what she said if I can't read it!" Jack groaned as he crashed onto his bed, the jar following landing next to him. He couldn't believe it, here it was, the response he was looking for, the shred of contact he had of his polar opposite and he couldn't read it. Jack thought it over in his head, he could break the jar but then why would the top be sealed shut if that was the case? He kept mulling it over till a bright light caused his eyes to snap wide open; had he fallen asleep?

"I fell asleep?" Jack said as he stretched himself, he couldn't remember when he had fallen asleep but that thought soon left his mind when he saw the ceiling; Jack couldn't help but gape at the scene before him. His once white, bare ceiling was now covered with orange lettering, changing the lighting in his room.

"Now this, is one of the most coolest thing I've seen so far." Jack said in amazement, he then turned his gaze to the jar; with his right hand he reached for the jar and on close inspection he found how the words were being produced on the ceiling. With a casual glance one sees a normal jar but on closer inspection one could see that the glass was etched into it and the only way one can see it was in a dark area.

"She's gotta teach me how to do this." Jack said as he eyed the jar, he then put the jar back were it was "Okay, now I can read her letter." Jack laid back down and began to read.

Dear Jack,

I don't know how your friend came to know of my work but I can well a sure you that I was quite shocked to receive your letter; I have read your requests and I have agreed to answer your questions. First off, my name is Siria, I do not have a last name so it will be just Siria. I am 500 years old but my appearance has stayed to that of a twelve year old. I wear a sunhat, I carry a scepter and satchel and I keep my hair in a bun; I apologize if my description seems vague but I'm not that sure what I look like myself. In the question about my work I bring summer to the land; with my scepter I capture the sunlight and I direct them to the locations were they need to be. It is a constant schedule I must keep and I pride myself in keeping that for your question about the spirit of winter, I must confess that I know little about him, from what I've heard from others is that he is mischievous, fun-loving, stubborn and stupid.

"Hey! What do you mean stupid!" Jack retorted as he sat up on the bed. Stubborn he can take but stupid? "Rusty must have tainted my reputation," Jack said as he shook his fist at the air "I'll get him next time I see him." Jack finished reading the rest of the letter.

Besides, meeting my seasonal opposite would be near impossible. Even if I wanted to meet the winter spirit, which I may add I have not desired such a thing, I would have nothing in common with him; it is that simple.

Once again, I thank you for your interest in my work.

Sincerely,

Siria

"You're way to proper for a twelve year old." Jack said aloud as he once again took hold of the jar "But that's alright, making kids have fun is what I do best and you're no exception." Jack put his free hand inside his pocket, taking out a piece of parchment; Jack chuckled.

"So Siria, why don't we have some fun?"


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