I woke up, groggy and stiff, blinking blankly at the new coat of snow layering the fir trees, the bushes, everything in sight, showered by a faint layer of morning sunshine through the window beside my bed. I stretched a little, moaning in a smooth tone, and did some waist warm ups, before looking around. As expected, that damn spirit was out of sight, which made me heave a relieved breath, before leaping off the bed.
I had breakfast, showered and washed up before kissing Momma and Da on the cheek before stepping up onto the waiting bus beeping outside, meeting Paula waving wildly at one of the windows, causing me to smile and I watched in mild bemusement as she kicked a boy across the bus door to prevent him to claim the seat beside her, and pulled me onto it. "Hey, you seem warm today."
"What? I was cold nowadays?" I thought of Jack, and frowned. Paula nodded in silent agreement. "Yeah, every time I wanted to go near you, you just feel... cold, like you had a mini air con inside you. But yeah, now you're normal, I can get near you and get warm." I laughed, and glared at her playfully.
"So you befriended me because I'm warm?"
"Not really. Who was it that convinced you to go to the Texas trip last year, in the middle of July, and was your room mate, huh?" Paula loomed threateningly over me, and I raised both of my hands, like a criminal being caught by the police. "Alright, you win." That made her withdraw, and she pushed me with a fist playfully. "Do not underestimate me, woman."
"I'll never."
School was perfectly normal, no stuff topping down from the shelf, the class experiment pet Squeaks was still in its cage, and no strange dropping of temperature. School ended with a shrill ring of the bell, and everyone woke from their dulled spirits, and crashed onto each other to get to the exit as quick as possible to get out of the chemistry class.
I walked down to my home as usual, and had my riding lessons with Cella, my horse, and then probably the last event of the day, saber fencing. Jack didn't interrupt any of the moments in the day, and I was almost convinced he was out of my life at bedtime until I growled at a tap of the door, revealing Jack standing in fornt of my french window, looking at me playfully as I dragged myself up and let him in skipping.
"What do you want, frostie?" I growled, making him laugh.
"You ready?"
"To sleep."
"You can sleep later. You have a meeting with the others." Jack tipped his staff on my boxing bag, which froze a little, but I protected it from leaking sand by covering the ice with moss. "I spent four months of working to get this. Do. Not. Mess. With. My. Boxing. Bag. Or. You'll. Be. My. Subsitute." I muttered in a low voice, and he gulped. I imagined him being tied up with chains and hung in midair. He plastered a 'okay' smile.
"Fine, but at least get changed. And bring your bow."
"Where are you bringing me to with a bow? I've a social life too good to be in jail." I threw up my hands, and Jack smirked again, but leaned over to take my bow, but suddenly, he screamed in agony, and withdrew his hand immediately, like he just touched a searing hot metal from a oven. "How did you even hold it? It's burning hot!" I looked as he nursed his pink hand with frost, and sighed in relief.
I frowned. "Hot?" I walked to touch it, but it felt perfectly fine under my grip as I twanged its bowstring. "Doesn't feel hot to me. Maybe it's not for other people to touch... " I took it out from its holder and smiled at it, impressed. "Good security feature. Suck it, Frostie."
Jack groaned.
After I was dressed in my combat attire and my bow safely kept on my back, Jack led me out of the room, into the night winter wonderland, with the moonlight bathing me, a chilly wind blowing on my face, and I looked back at my room worriedly. "But Momma and Da-"
"I'll make sure you get home safely, okay?" Jack made me stare into his eyes, and I sighed, nodding. "Fine. Take me to the place."
Jack chuckled, and leaned in his hand to pinch my cheek, only to receive a sharp twack from my finger, and he withdrew, noticing my glare. "Alright, but be ready to experience the wilderness, Vi."
"What do you mean-"
The next minute, a light exploded in front of me and started to intensify, and seemed to suck me into it, like a portal, until I realized it is a portal until I was plummeting into the light...
And landed on wooden ground.
I swear, my eyes just deceived me the first thing I looked up.
The first thing I saw was a splash of multicolored toys piling into a massive mountain, ranging from Barbie dolls to LEGOs, and even toy planes zooming through the air, almost smashing onto my face if I didn't roll away. Around me was stubby little creatures in red suits with tippy hats and a bell on them, jingling madly as they scuttled around, holding plate filled with cookies and biscuits.
Around the toys was a pile of pillars and balconies lining up to the circular room which contained many furry guys painting robots and wooden dolls, stretching to nowhere into the sky like a interior space of enormous pillar.
"Is this a house of a toy thief?" I sat up, rubbing my neck as I saw Jack stepping through the blinding light, and looked at it as it disappeared, his hand toying with a snow globe. "It's Santa's workshop, but we usually call him North." He smiled, and I looked around again, filled with awe. "No, way."
"You're skeptical? You just met Jack Frost, and you're skeptical?" The Winter Spirit laughed, and tossed himself on one of the wooden pillars, laughing hilariously. I pulled my face. "Well, meeting you is a different story." I crossed my arms, and knocked the guy, snapping him out of the hysterical state. "Well, okay, okay. chill, man." He still chuckled, and took a deep breath.
"Frost bite! What is a Sheila doing here?"
A thick Australian accent hit my ears, and I looked at a hybrid of a kangaroo and a bunny filled with tattoos standing on one of the balcony, in his furry paws was a pair of boomerangs engraved with ancient australian symbols. It just stood here, looking at me dangerously, and I rose a eyebrow. "Am I looking at a talking Kangaroo, or a bunny?"
Jack erupted into laughter again behind me, and the hybrid growled. "See, Bunnymund? You seriously have to be not believe in before people can see you as a bunny!"
I crossed my arms and examined the kangaroo, whom Jack was referring to as Bunnymund. "So it is a bunny? How interesting. A Pooka, I think?" Jack clasped his paws. "Yes, mate. I am a Pooka. And who are you, trespassing into North's workshop, eh?" Jack stepped in front of me, and did a manly gesture. "Veronica, meet the Easter Bunny. Bunnymund, meet the spring spirit."
I glanced at the winter spirit. "No, seriously. That. Is the Easter Bunny?"
Suddenly, Bunnymund tossed one of its/his boomerangs at me in top speed, and my hands reacted at the speed of light- and the next thing, the boomerang was pinned on a rail of a balcony far from the bunny with a gleaming golden arrow, who looked at his weapon with sheer shock, then back at me, which I withdrew my bow.
"Oh, I forgot to mention that don't mess with her. You might lose your boomerangs permanently." Jack pointed out awkwardly. I huffed. "Okay, Frostie. WHat, exactly are you gonna do when you bring me to a-" My words were taken away from a hearty laugh ringing around the pillar, causing the stubby creatures to scatter in a alien speed, like a kid running away when his mom came back.
Out came a man who just gone through a line of food competitions. The man had a bright scarlet face, like someone who was tired from crafting, and on his bold hands was tattoos with Naughty and Nice printed on it, his bold hands securing on his waist, which was wrapped with a thick red cloth. On his chin grew a wild amount of white beard, but his bright sky eyes glittered with liveliness. "Ah, what do we have here... a fair looking lass!" The man winked at me, and I gaped my mouth open.
"Santa?!" I glared at Jack, who gave a smile at me. "Veronica, meet North, aka Santa." The jolly man gave a friendly wave, and I lingered on the pair of butterfly swords sitting on his waist, and pursed my lips into a thin line. "Since when Santa learn fencing?" I groaned, and watched as the man gave me a choking hug, and he withdrew. "North, meet the new spring spirit, Veronica Alexander, or Everlyn, as you call her." Jack smirked, and Santa put me down, and shook my hand violently. "Nice to see you, lass!"
What is happening? Why am I meeting Santa and the Easter Bunny at the same place? Confusion spun in my mind like a wild tornado, and suddenly a bright flash of yellow, peacock green and purple shaded the air in front of me, and suddenly, in front of me stood a women in a humming bird suit with a pair of wings buzzing behind her, a thrilled expression plastered on her face, and I looked at her bright, flashing teeth.
Humming bird...? I recalled the way that Jamie described how the Tooth fairy look, and I widened my eyes. "You're the Tooth Fai-" I was cut off when a pair of delicate fingers pried my mouth, like a dentist examining a patient's teeth. "Such bright, white teeth, you must've brushed your teeth really well! Oh gosh, look at all those big boys sitting on the gum..." She said in a faltering tone, her freakish eyelashes batting at my teeth.
"Call me Tooth, sweetie." The fairy released her grasp, and I blinked as she smiled at me sweetly. "Okay, can someone tell me what is happening here?" Suddenly I heard a tap on my shoulder, and I sund around, meeting a really short guy, thrice the size of the creatures carrying cookies covered in golden dust, dressed in a robe that doesn't seemed to move, and had a weird Einstein haircut waving as small hand at me cheerfully.
"That's Sandman, but we call him Sandy. He can't speak, so he normally use symbols." Sandy demonstrated silently by doing a top hat on his head. I slumped on a pillar. My heart beating wildly, my mind spinning like crazy, like a horse just ran over it. "Why am I meeting childhood idols in one place?"
"Oh yeah, North, Pitch returned." Jack turned to Santa, and the man's face darkened, sending a grim atmosphere in the room. Tooth gasped, Sandy widened his eyes, Bunnymund growled. "I knew that man wouldn't give up. But you don't need to bring a witness here." He pointed at me, which I scowled, making North stare at me like a alien.
"She defeated the nightmare that ambushed us yesterday. By herself, and he eve survived the nightmare's stare." Jack received a lot of shocked gasp, and Bunnymund huffed. "Alright, not bad." North widened his eyes. "Impossible! It takes back ups, you lass!" I covered my eyes with my hand, dully ,and gave a exasperated sigh. "What is wrong with you guys? What's wrong with its stare?! I need answers, dammit!"
Jack opened his mouth to answer when something whizzed through me, jolting me violently as I watched at a small humming bird-no, a smaller version of Tooth zooming through the air, and landed right in front of the Tooth fairy, and started chattering away in a supersonic speed I frowned when Tooth nodded in acknowledgement, turning to a wooden door. "The Man in the Moon is here." Tooth whispered, and Santa was the first one to turn, his face twisting into a relieved smile. "Manny? Last one to the Globe is guaranteed in the naughty list!" He cried, and Sandman let a golden steam hiss from his ears, before catching up with the crowd.
I hesitated to join them, then curiosity got the best of me to know the man who actually lived in the moon, excluding Neil Armstrong, and sprinted for the wooden door, trailing behind the group.
As I paused in front of the door, I felt my breath being whisked away as in front of me sat the biggest globe I've ever saw, with flickering lights covering the edges, dotting the dark silence. Around me was a dome, letting a sight of the icy mountains and the icy hurricane brewing outside. A shower of moonlight rained from a hole on the dome, lighting up the ground beneath me, revealing a stone tile with symbols engraving it.
As the crowd inched in, I felt uncomfortable having Frostie squeezing beside me, like I was pressing on a block of ice. But every sense tingled to nothingness as I saw a shadow morphing into a man with a hair like a spiky wave, a sharply angled face, a thin neck. "I knew it, old friend. Pitch." I heard someone gasp, and I returned to the image. A women slowly formed from the man, with a fit face, and locks of gorgeous hair piling up on her head, with freakishly long eyelashes, weirder than Tooth's.
"Who is she?" I head Frostie question beside me, and Bunnymund gave a growl bubbling with revenge, before answering. "Sorrow."
I cringed. "Her name is Sorrow?"
I looked at North as he nod. "I never knew... she was working with Pitch..." Tooth shuddered. "What would they be up to now?" She stuttered, desperately trying to cool down, with the help of the smaller versions of her comforting her. "I don't know, but we have to stop them. Sandy nodded, determined, and waited for the last news.
The stone stile flipped open, revealing a diamond in a form of a prism, sitting on a stone slab, glowing as powerful as ever lie a torch, receiving gasp and Ooos from the five. "He chose a new Guardian." He whispered, and I frowned. "Guardian? What's that?"
"I wonder who's gonna be the new Guardian!" Tooth squealed excitedly, and Bunnymund kept muttering 'Not the Groundhog, Not the Groundhog, Not the GroundHog..."
Wispy fire started to dance on the tip of the diamond, forming, slowly into a figure. Familiarity struck me as the feet started to form, then the legs, waist, the arms, hands, and finally, the head. It was a wispy image of girl holding a bow, her slightly curly hair being blown to a side, and her stance looked like she was leaping off a cliff.
I examined the image of the face, and the freezing shock of recognition hit me like a tsunami wave, almost making me faint.
The girl was me.
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