Sorry this one's kinda short. I didn't realise. But this is an introduction of a new character named Myra. She is my friends OC. I had a lot of fun describing her.

Once, when I was in the hospital, the nurse had tried to redress my burn wounds while I was awake. It was the first time someone had done so, and the last. As soon as anyone would lay a finger on me, I would scream and shout and become a danger to those around me. That poor nurse found out the hard way when I shoved her with so much ferocity that she flew into the wall. After thrashing about for so long they would eventually restrain and then sedate me.

A therapist said that if I worked on my phobia then my memories may unlock themselves, but I didn't have much hope then. I couldn't even remember what I had looked like before the bandages and singed hair.

No one would tell me either.

"JACK! JACK!" I begged, tears slowly beginning to trickle down my face.

The women seem startled by my sobs and quickly relinquished her hold, shifting her wings so she was in front of me.

She looked maybe a year or two older than me but I was unsure. Her layered black hair stopping just past her shoulders was mixed with a few purple streaks; a choppy fringe almost covering her right eye. Her skin was grey and had no imperfections as far as I could see. She wore a black trench coat that ended at her knees with a white shirt underneath. I could make out some sort of covering around her legs but there were various shadows swirling around them.

I drew my eyes to her face, she held a unique beauty about her and I felt jealousy arise as I inspected her porcelain features. Her dark grey eyes gazed at me with odd curiosity, showing no malice as her lips twisted into a ghost of a smile.

She stretched her wings out, fluttering the black feathers in the process. The shadows twisting around her legs were spreading out as if they yearned for more freedom.

I felt a tug on my hood and gasped slightly when Jack appeared in front of me, breaking the trance between me and her. He positioned himself so that he was partially in front of me and raised his staff defensively.

For a moment, I noted with pride that I was still in the air and the shock hadn't caused me to fall.

Her eyes flickered to Jack for a moment, raising a slender brow before focusing her attention back to me.

"I'm sorry for frightening you. It's not often that I get to meet an Immortal Child. After all, they are only born every five hundred years." Her voice was slow and had the softness of silk.

Jack spoke up. "Who are you?" he was visibly tense and I wondered fleetingly how the other Guardians had not heard the commotion.

She raised her eyebrows and paused as if she had forgotten her name momentarily. "My name is Myra. It's a pleasure to meet you Jack Frost and Chris Goldbeck." She bowed her head and her wings shifted to accommodate the action.

"H-how do you know my name?" I enquired, my voice low and shaking.

"I'm afraid I can't tell you right now. I promised that I wouldn't reveal the source." Her tone softened slightly and a small smile graced her lips.

My body was trying to move against my will and I fought back. I imagine the outcome of me jumping on her mid-flight wouldn't end in a very nice way.

I stuck close to Jack and my balanced shook a bit. He watched from the corner of his eye and moved back slightly, making a motion with his elbow. I assumed it meant grab onto his sleeve and I did as I was told. He nodded swiftly once I had a firm grip and turned back to Myra.

"Why are you here?" I shot a bemused glance towards him; I was surprised by the threatening sounds gracing his tone of voice.

Myra tilted her head to the side. "I simply wanted to introduce myself. Her powers are...interesting. Perhaps though, I've stayed longer than I should have." She eyed the others now making their way into the room along with a few yetis who I suppose had told them of the crisis.

The shadows swirled around her as Myra turned to the side and faced the wall, looking at me through a lock of hair. "I do hope we will see each other again someday." Her eyes became pitch black and she flew towards the darkened space on the wall.

A few black feathers were left as Myra melted into the shadows, disappearing completely. Though they faded after a moment; leaving no trace of her.

Jack lowered his staff and looked towards me. "You ok?" He sounded concerned and I touched my face experimentally, finding a fresh track of tears.

I wiped them away furiously and nodded before lowering myself down and touching the ground softly. I was still shaky from whatever had happened and everyone's stare wasn't helping.

"Chris, you're still using your powers." Tooth suddenly explained; I lifted my hand in front of my face.

Nope, no flames.

An elf tapped my leg and held up a small mirror. My eyebrows shot up at the small person and I almost chuckled. I took the mirror and gazed at my face.

Oh.

Obviously I had not fought the urge to fight hard enough because my hair was now bright red at the ends; my pupils pure white.

I controlled my shuddering breaths and eased the storm of conflicting emotions inside of me. My appearance slowly changed back to normal. Sighing with relief, I faced the Guardians once more.

"So," I chirped. "anyone wanna tell me who that was up there?"

Woop! Hope you enjoyed! By the way, If you wanna see a picture of Chris then I have a link to a drawing of her on my profile. Check it out!

I own nothing except Chris.