The course of the wind guided Jack through multiple shades of forestry on his journey to Arrow's lodge – cabin – whatever. The vibrant oranges, greens, purples, and coated white changed by the minute. Jack was astonished by this once-in-a-lifetime view. He would have never taken this route – there was no need to pass by countries which never snowed; he would have passed out quicker than a polar bear in the desert. But the wind kept him cool, and allowed him to fly through exotic islands and abandoned cities – tragically beautiful.
The trip lasted longer than the white-haired teen had planned – turns out the wind carried him to his destination the long way. He ended up travelling around the globe from the North Pole to America to Asia to Europe. Couldn't it have just taken him down south the right direction?
Jack stopped spinning around at top speed when they reached closer to the popular European countries – specifically France. His eyes diluted from concentration as he began to worry. The winter guardian barely had any basic knowledge of the French language – how was he supposed to ask the commoners where a girl like Arrow would live? Oh wait, he can't ask them. They won't be able to hear (at least that saves him from embarrassment). He crossed his fingers in hopes the wind was generous enough to send him to the exact location. Meanwhile, Jack enjoyed his ride and did a bit of sightseeing to lighten up his mood. He knew he couldn't at the Eiffel Tower all day long, for the death of Arrow meant the death of himself when he gets back empty-handed. Plus, did he mention the wind hasn't stopped carrying him yet? Jack flew further and further away from the flickering lights of Paris and into the outskirts where random homes would sit on top of heaps of snow. But that's not where he landed.
Jack kept gliding deeper and deeper into the dark and lonely forests. By now there was not a single house or human in sight – just forest animals to accompany him. The winter guardian began wondering if his instructions were clear. What if there was an abandoned town in France named arrow? He can't handle that; sure Jack has been alive for over three hundred years, however that doesn't mean he would go back to the colonial times if he could.
Many more doubts and worries began to flood Jack's mind as he continued avoiding bushes and dodging tree branches like it was a video game. God, the things he would do to go back in time a few weeks. Instead of going to North's for Christmas he should have stayed with Jamie and snuck into his house for a plate of his mom's infamous gingerbread cookies. He could have watched little Jamesters and Sophie unwrap their sweet, sentimental gifts and gave him a Christmas present too. Now the young spirit is trapped dealing with problems which don't affect him in any way whatsover and problems that weren't his in the first place. So, why did the Man in the Moon choose him to look for Arrow?
Jack was so intrigued in his own mind that he was oblivious to the fact the wind had quit blowing a minute ago. Yes, as predicted, he did in fact land in the middle of a forest. Up ahead was an eye-catching, cleared out site though. The circular land was lit up by lanterns strung from tree branch to tree branch and clusters of fireflies.
But what stood out the most was the wide log cabin settled at the back of this wondrous playplace. All the lights were on; perhaps to fit with the ambient scenery, or there was a massive group of residence in there.
Please be Arrow's house, please be Arrow's house, please be Arrow's house, Jack chanted repetitively in his head each step he took close to the home.
By the time he reached the door he was ever so slightly nervous. "Okay," he said to himself, "The faster you enter the faster you'll get out. Just knock." Immediately after the pep talk he rapped on the door with less than a second of hesitation.
There was no response, but the young guardian could hear a "clang" of equipment being rustled around. "Hello?"
The light emitting from the window on the left just a few seconds ago was now switched off. "I know you're in there," Jack squinted at the window, clearly started to become irritated by this hide-and-seek.
Fatigue dwelled over him. The white-haired boy leaned against the door, half of the reason is for support, the other half was that maybe there was a slight chance the door wouldn't make a good support and fall over. Well, Jack was partly correct.
In the slight second he quit using his legs and pressed his back against the wooden door, it swung open and he slammed onto the floor butt first. He landed with a soft thud. Of course, cow skin rug.
It took him a few seconds to blink back to consciousness, but even as he did he felt uncertain whether or not he was seeing things. The cabin … didn't look like anything the spirit would have pictured from the outside. To his right, a lovely sitting area with a brick fireplace. On the right a study desk is pushed against a wall; a laptop sitting by itself alone. And in front of him was the most modern kitchen he had seen – it might as well have been a fortress; kitchen islands with steel countertops surrounded the black tiles, a beautiful silver cooking stove fit in the middle of all the mahogany counters and a box of pizza sat on one of them fresh.
"Okay, whoever lives here, if you can hear me, hi, I'm Jack Frost, and I'm looking for a girl named Arrow? Maybe you know her by Francine? She has long, naturally blonde hair, and she always wears white. " Jack turned the corner past the kitchen and sitting area to be revealed with more divided rooms. It reminded him of something… something that looked bigger than it did on the outside.
No more matter how many times he tried to get the owner to speak, all he heard was silence. Frustrated, he spun around in a circle, looking for a spot in the cabin to talk to.
He didn't have enough time to react before a knife whizzed straight for his face.
Um…review? It would mean a lot and get me motivated! :] ThAnK
P.S. Anyone notice any references? ;)