Woops what's all this then? No idea but I like it! lol I've been really bad about writing short-ish chapters lately... But I'm scared that if I try to hard to make them longer I'll get writer's block again. Oh the woes of a teenaged artist.
Again I wanna thank you all for the amazing reviews and PMs! I have so much fun reading them!
Jack was in the middle of forming a Nor'Easter when he first spotted it. He had flown up to the north pole circling with the North Wind to monitor the storm's growth. He had glanced down out of instinct and seen the huge building built against the glacier. All thoughts of appeasing the world's need of a good blizzard flew from his mind in an instant. He knew he had just found the treasure of all treasures.
Santa's Workshop.
Jack abandoned his task with barely a thought. North America would still get snow from the storm, just not as much as he had planned. But now he had more important things to do. All of the tales of a jolly old man with magic reindeer he had read over the years rattled around in his overly excited brain as he flew in circles looking around.
Finally he landed in front of the massive double doors that he assumed was the main entrance. He used his staff to knock hoping that someone would answer and he would be able to talk, actually talk, to one of his fellow spirits for the first time in his life.
He waited a few moments before knocking again. It was then that he realised just how close it was to Christmas. He shuttered remembering the last time he had accidentally messed with a holiday. He glanced down at his hand seeing the iced over and half healed cut there and remembering Feralia's words.
He took a step back intending to leave just as the door opened. A large furry figure stood in the entrance way. They looked at each other in shock for a minute. Phil the yeti was stunned to see a small teenager standing before the doors to Santoff Clausen, seemingly completely oblivious to the snowstorm that was now starting in earnest.
Jack was surprised by the fact that it wasn't an elf or Santa himself who opened the door but some sort of hairy beast. After a moment he regained what little composure he owned and cleared his throat. "Uhm. Hi. I'm Jack Frost, I was just dropping by to say hello...But I forgot how close it was to Christmas! I'm sorry for interrupting and all that, and I'm sure you're all busy so I'm just gunna go..."
Phil stopped the pale child with a large furry hand on his thin shoulder and asked in yettish, "How did you get here?! Where are your parents?!" He almost growled in frustration as Jack gave him an uncomprehending look then pulled away. "Look I've gotta go ok?" Jack ran and Phil started to go after him until he saw the boy jump and watched him fly away.
This really confused poor Phil. The boy was some sort of spirit? He figured he would ask his boss if he knew the Jack Frost, after Christmas of course.
Introducing Phil Yettison! One of my favorite yettis EVER! yeaaahhh I'm not a fangirl. noooo... .
Leave a review if you love Phil too!
^LOOK! A rhyme! Oh yeah. I'm just that good.