Q-A: Once again I bring out a new chapter. Here's the battle between good and evil, naughty vs. nice, the list goes on really. The music to inspire this chapter is Katy Perry's Firework. It pretty much works with every DreamWorks film. Ever. Just read the lyrics and I think you'd know what I mean. I also want to thank you all for giving me over 200 reviews. :D I did not think I would get that far before so thank you once again.
And before we get completely started I would like to give a shout out to Anastasia121212 for his/her review. I couldn't reply to it but I wanted to thank you for reading my story. I hope the rest of it comes to you satisfaction.
Disclaimer: None of the characters that rightfully belong to or William Joyce are mine. Bridget is still mine along with a sassy Welsh dragon and a cranky leprechaun.
~Baby, you're a Firework!~
The first wave of crows was blasted away by fire and ice. It wasn't as easy the second time though when the birds were able to catch on quick and avoid Jack's snow, but they were no match for Bridget's flames.
"Remind me not to get on your bad side, ever." Jack told Bridget.
The redhead smiled. "We can talk how not to step on my toes later, we still need stop the Morrígan."
A fireball shot between the two that incinerated three crows that Bridget missed. While coughing up smoke Goch, gave the winter teen and redheaded teen sharp looks. "Why don't we get some results than just saying we'll do something?"
Jack pursed his lips. "I'm not sure the old plan can work now."
Bridget sliced through a crow with a blade-shaped flame before turning her attention back to Jack. "But we have to, we've come so close."
"Even though you friends have been stoned?" Eamon asked. He had bent one of his shoes in to the shape of a boomerang and threw it at unsuspected crows. With the shamrocks and four-leaf clovers that kept growing underneath his feet, Eamon also threw them. A few of the children got in the spirit and followed suit with the Irish fairy.
"Stoned?" Jamie widened his eyes in shock.
Bridget frowned slightly until she stated, "North or the others wouldn't have wanted us to give up. The Morrígan must be stopped before the Solstice."
Goch grunted as she tossed away seven crows in one lift. "Well if I know the lunar calendar as well as that Galileo fellow did; I'd say the moon's trajectory of the earth's axis will reach its climax in 10 minutes."
Bridget's eyes bulged. "Ten minutes!? We only have 10 minutes? That's like the biggest cliché in the book!"
Goch squinted her eyes, looking through the hole far above them. "Ehheh, to be precise it might be more like 7 minutes….oh wait now it's six."
"You've got to be kidding me." Jack sighed in exasperation. "There's barely any time now."
"What's the problem?" An all too familiar voice sang out in glee.
"This battle hadn't even got started and you wish to abandon it now?" The Morrígan stride forward with dozens of crows at her side. With a wave of her hand, four large cracks began to break under everyone's feet. Shouts and cries of exclamation were silenced by the impending reveal of four distinct objects.
The Sword that once belonged to Núadu, the Cauldron of the Dagda, the Spear of Lug, and the Stone of Fáil; all together in a wide glowing circle. They stood below the hole where the moon was meant to shine brightly only for it to be blocked by the crows' swarm. As the Legendaries, sole Guardian, and teenage believer looked on with the children none of them noticed flocks of the dreaded black birds surrounded them in larger numbers than ever before.
"So, this is it? This is the last hope any worshipers had at all, and yet you all failed." The Morrígan materialized from a flurry of black feathers with a sinister smile on her face.
"I must admit, I was hoping for a better fight than this. But I suppose I cannot expect much from the weakest of the Dagda's children."
Her grin grew when Bridget snarled at her way.
"All you could ever do was sing little healing songs, make splashy fights, and do grueling chores that most certainly would've made you look unpresentable to suitors…unless of course someone might have promised one the chance to hold power if he held consent."
Bridget almost fell when she learned of that news.
"You… you're the reason I had to marry Bres?" Bridget's mouth opened wide into a gaping hole. She felt her heart fall to the pit of her stomach.
Jamie stared at Bridget in confusion before Jack gave the boy a comforting hand. He looked at Bridget with concern etched over his face.
"If it meant keeping you far from the Throne, I would do it again and again," the Morrígan's eyes burned red. Her talons shown with sharpness.
"But why? You said I was an embarrassment to the 'family' name?" Bridget said snarkily at the mentioning of her dear family.
The Morrígan shook her head, incredulous. "Please don't humor me with your small-minded ways. Do you honestly think Lri would leave the vast seas to steward over a plot of land? Or that Ogma would wish to dedicate his life outside of poetry?"
"I guessing those are rhetorical questions," Jack quipped under his breath, earning a small smile from Bridget. He, she, Goch, and Eamon stood firm in a semicircle around the children to project them from crows that attempted to snatch a child away.
"It was obvious that the choice was you from the start." The Morrígan continued, not once flinching at the Frost spirit. Her eyes stared intently at Bridget. "The High King would have made you his successor if it weren't for that certain union that got in the way. But even that did not prevent you from returning to the clan. In the end though, you were still an undeniable presence. Something had to be done. Someone needed to know their place."
Bridget shifted uneasily, not liking where the story was going, and said, "Fine, fine. I ruined your chances to have control. Isn't that pretty much how all evil villain back-stories start up? So I managed to get you angry just for being alive? Great, but I only have one request to ask from you."
The Morrígan smirked, as if expecting to hear Bridget plead to her. "If you still believe that offer to join is still open you are dead wr-"
"I'm not asking to join you. Even now I still think that offer sounds insane, demented, delusional, and stupid."
A few chuckles were emitted by Jack and the kids.
The Morrígan scowled.
"What I want you do to is let everyone here go. They aren't part of what's between you and me, Morrígan."
"Oh but they are. As long as those False Gods, their worshipers, and followers exist, I will not have my throne."
From the corner of her eye, Bridget saw Jack mutter something under his breath, but she could not hear it. Instead, she said, "That's exactly your problem. You think you're going to win if every piece on the chessboard is gone or that the battlefield hardly has any warriors on it. But the truth is, it's not the number of people on a side that matters; it's what you do that makes the difference."
"Well that's where you're wrong, dear niece. Numbers do matter as I have hundreds of crows in my arsenal, and soon an old friend will be joining us," the cracks below the Morrígan splintered apart. Inside nothing but pure darkness was seen as ominous hissing grew into a great roar.
"This world will fall with you going along with it." The Morrígan spoke a little while later. She lifted a hand and pointed toward the Four Treasures. "Their magic has no power in protecting you anymore. They need aid from the Orb in the Sky now… but it cannot defend if its light is blocked."
"Yeah, I think you told us that like, uhh~ a million times by now." Jack said, casually whacking a lone crow with his crook. "Listen, we can go back and forth on this all night, but just like Bridget said about how big the army is, doesn't matter. Sure you might beat us tonight, but that's just it. In every place you look at it, you're not really winning this war of yours. If Crom Cruach does get out, won't he just devour you like the rest of us?"
The Morrígan was pretending to not look offended by Jack's words. She failed while he continued, "In the end, nobody comes out as a victor if we're dealing with a greedy monster bent on destroying the world if what Bridget said was true." Bridget gave him a look, silently asking if he was serious.
"What really comes down to it is what the aftermath will be. Sure, everything might fall into darkness-but we both know that's not the first time someone tried that-but you know what? All of that won't stop me from doing my job."
"Your 'job'?" The Morrígan; raised an eyebrow inquisitively.
"To protect kids." Jack held a smile while looking down at Jamie. "As long as one child still believes, I'll be there to fight."
"Too bad you won't live long enough to do just that," the Morrígan replied before the roaring became immensely loud. Tiny, near microscopic, black tendrils threatening to break out of their prison.
"No," Bridget felt a bead of sweat on her forehead. "This can't happen. Not right now!"
The Dark One, the bloody crooked monster; Crom Cruach was trying to break out. Memories of the almost failed Samhain ritual replayed in Bridget's mind. The sole reason he/it did not escape from then was the combined power of the Tuatha Dé Danann was the aid from the Man in the Moon. But now he was unable to help. MiM, in the first time Bridget could remember, needed help.
MiM was in need of a guardian.
Valiantly, Bridget moved herself in front of Jack and shouted with great passion. "You're wrong! Jack and the other Guardians will keep fighting against people like you. You can take away their magic; attack enchanted villages, make them feel sorry for themselves, and change almost all of them into stone pictures, but if children still believe, like Jack said they would then none of the Guardians are truly gone. And if they are, you can be sure I'll be there to mess you up when I should have a long time ago."
The Morrígan stepped forward; her clawed hand struck out for the attack but suddenly froze. Melodic music filled the air, which silenced the continuous cawing momentarily. The full song held a spin-chilling air to it that gave Bridget and the others warm feelings of hope and joy. The Morrígan, on the other hand, was covering her head; wailing in pain from the music.
"It's that damned songbird!" She croaked. "I had it locked up, thinking stupidly that it belonged to my little niece.
"Songbird?...no wait that's-" Bridget had zero time to finish her thoughts when the great song blew into a strong cappella.
The small hole that housed the cages was enlarged when the big red bird Bridget had met pushed through, smashing away of what was left of the entrance. A bright flash of red flew over everyone in one fell swoop. Following the red body a gust of wind blew enormously across Bridget's face, she felt like toppling over from how strong it was. Thankfully she did none of that, which granted her the honor of gazing fully at the large crimson bird.
Jack appeared blanched, his eyes threatening to fall out their sockets. He leaned toward Eamon before speaking in a tone that when asked later Jack would never admit sounded like it belonged to a little girl. "Eamon, what is that?"
The Leprechaun gripped in frustration. "Ye think I know e'ery little creature that crawls, flaps, or swims in this godsfersakin' planet? Try askin' the only member of our group that actually can fly…using wings!"
Goch snorted in discomfort. "I'm not a bloody expert on all things that glide in the air, either. Rarely do I still see my own kin, let alone an animal like that."
Finding her voice, Bridget offered, "Maybe it's a Thunderbird?"
The Welsh Dragon gave her a look of disappointment. Almost as though she was expecting a more intelligent answer from Bridget.
"I may not have seen the North Eastern American woods in spite of my vast lifespan, but the mighty Thunderbird I'd read about never appeared like that in shape or form."
With that little bit of information, Bridget decided to get a better look of the crimson bird while the Morrígan was temporarily subdued. The large bird that Bridget mistook for an Argentavis Magnificens, put that large Teratorn to shame. The big bird had its wings still stretched out from twenty-one feet from tip to tip and feathers the size of Samurai swords. Its tail was truly magnificens with a trail very similar to that of a peacock, but only one feather held one dark purple, green, and blue 'eye' on the largest feather in the back end. The body had once looked compressed and restraint when inside the small cave, but now Bridget saw a shape matching that to a swan's with red plumage shinning brightly. She was so caught up by the bird's beauty that the Morrígan found the perfect opportunity to take out her adversary once and for all.
Jamie had felt his jaw drop when he saw a large red bird landed in front of the group. Thanks to being best friends with one of the (literally) coolest magical beings ever, the boy was blessed with seeing a lot of fantastic things and beings in his whole life. Which for someone who had turned 9 years old last May is saying a lot. But this, this certainly was high on the list. According to what his favorite book on mythological what he was looking at was definitely a… his brown eyes landed back on the… Morgan-no-Morrígan woman.
From what Jamie learned only minutes ago, was that she was related to Bridget (Something which he found totally insane. But since Bridget can also firebend- something which he so was going to ask more about later-there was probably many more things he still did not know about her). And that Morrígan wanted to get rid of Bridget. Something of which she was starting to do with her sharp claws that she poised to slash right through the redhead.
Jamie felt his inside grow cold for a second. He saw Pitch almost defeated his heroes during Easter. And yet they used the little magic remaining in them to try and protect him and his friends. Bridget was afraid of showing her awesome powers that she revealed them in the end when Morrígan tried to attack him and his sister and their friends and the other children. It was all happening so fast and yet… Jamie knew what he had to do. He remembered that rainy Halloween where Bridget helped them pretend it was the Easter battle all over again. And that crucial moment before it when he decided to protect the same people, whom he believed in all his life, protected him.
Right now, Jamie was going to return the favor.
For a moment, Jamie thought up of the Sandman's golden sand to fight Morrígan, until something welled up inside him, telling him to use something else. Something that he had always used more than anything in his books could tell him about.
This something came from both the heart and the mind.
It was the perfect moment to strike her down in her current vulnerable state. She did not care if the Shadow was telling her no that she needed to be where the Treasures were. Right now though, she was ready to see the Fiery Arrow miss its target and never be drawn again.
If only that image would come true.
A familiar heat started to extend near her form when she turned right when a wall of fire took her by surprise.
Bridget had only a second to process what she witnessed right as she watched from the corner of her eye. The Morrígan was attempting to turn her into minced meat before she (the Phantom Queen) was bombarded with a blast of fire. The crows that surrounded them started backing off and Bridget had sworn that things had started to quiet down. Bridget turned to see where the source of the unexpected flames.
Jamie. Was holding. His hands out. The same way. Bridget had done. Several times. Before.
"Jamie! You-you have magical powers?" Jack had asked, revealing he had seen the whole thing, unlike Bridget. His voice was on the verge of cracking.
"Not any I know of." Jamie quickly said while looking at his hands.
Bridget eventually found her voice when she looked at Jamie with her own look of disbelief. "How did you do that?"
"I, I didn't know I could do that." Jamie admitted while starting to notice his friends looking at him with awe. "I just wanted to help. You and Jack have magic while I don't and all could think was doing something than just being scared and-"
"It's okay." Jack said reassuringly to calm Jamie's nerves.
Bridget was wondering if Jack was being truthful or not. But before Jack could even open his mouth again a few crows started to dive bomb right toward the boy and teenaged spirit with their beaks open wide.
"Wait no!" The shout came from Pippa as she jumped in front of Sophie with flaming fairies diving into the crows' eyes.
"Pippa, little fairies danced right off your fingers." Bridget gasped in amazement.
"I just… wanted to help like Tooth could with her own army of fairies." Pippa admitted.
"I wanted to protect you, Bridget." Jamie said to her once he calmed down. "Just like Jack and the other Guardians can."
"I think I'm starting to see a pattern here." Bridget thought, curious about this sudden change in development.
"So, wait you both were trying to protect us with the fire?" Jack kneeled down to Jamie's level, his eye brimming with suspicion. From all the times he spent with this kid he never saw the tell-tale signs that either him or the other children possessing magic, outside of pretending to at least.
"I just wanted to help." Jamie feebly tried to explain.
"But how did it come out?" Monty gazed at both of his friends with wonder.
"That was pretty cool, even if Bridget almost got cleaved."
"Thanks, Claude for that graphic image." The redhead deadpanned while thinking over what she had just seen. While this was going on, the Morrígan attempted to push herself back up only for the red bird to call out a capriccio, hindering the woman to being immobile for the time being.
"Did you think of anything different or strange before your fire came out?" Jack suggested sagely.
Jamie furrowed his brows, trying to remember the thoughts he had on his mind. He quickly remembered and told everyone how he was thinking about that night on Halloween. Most of them were confused by this revelation, all except for one girl hard at work thinking over what Jamie said.
"He said that we were pretending it was the Easter Battle in Burgess. But it wasn't real with no magical powers or anything like that. And I certainly didn't let my fire come out. All we did was pretend. On Halloween, we made it all up. Make it up… that's what I said to Jamie earlier."
Bridget jumped at the realization. Of course! Wasn't that the thing she came to the conclusion with? She had finally figured it out.
The Morrígan shouted angrily, loud enough to startle the bird momentarily. She summoned a wave of black feathers into the air, creating many more black crows again. They charged toward the crimson bird, forcing it to defend itself while the Morrígan busied her with the children again.
"I am losing my patience! I will not be subjugated to this ludicrousy any longer."
"Too bad." Bridget mocked the Morrígan's fake cheery tone from before. "Because that's exactly what we're all about to partake in."
"And what exactly is that?"
Bridget smiled, everything suddenly coming to focus for the first time in a long time. "Make believe."
"'Make believe?'" Jack leaned over to Bridget. "I'm not sure I'm following."
"I don't get it much either." Jamie added.
"But that's what you and Pippa just accomplished a few seconds ago. You pretended to be the Guardians for a change and protected those you cared about."
"Well, Jack did say I was kind of a Guardian back at Easter." Jamie replied sheepishly.
The winter spirit smiled at that memory with fondness.
"I don't have time for this," the Morrígan snapped edgily. She stepped forward until Bridget raised her left with her palm open.
"That really is bad to be hearing that, aintín. Because we are just getting started."
Vibrant colors of fire shot out of Bridget's hand that molded into shapes of birds, dragons, fairies, and even flying pigs charging toward the Morrígan. She yelped in alarm all the while covering herself from the oncoming attacks.
"Whoa," Jamie and his sister drew out in awe.
Bridget smiled, pleased with her work before getting down to the tacks of brass with the children from Burgess. "Okay, remember what Jamie said about how he remembered that mock-fight we had during Halloween? I want you all to think of that time again."
"Why?" Cupcake asked.
"Well, this might sound a little crazy but most of the things I've been doing around with my fire came from stuff in my head. I had to imagine the birds, dragons, and other animals in order for them to come out."
"But we can't do that…can we?"
"If two of your friends could do it, why not?"
"But none of us have magic powers." Caleb pointed out.
"Pfft, you guys didn't need them either when you fought Pitch, but that didn't stop you. After all, everything starts out with an idea in your head, but you first need to imagine what it's going to be."
"All I wanted was to protect Sophie because that's what the Tooth Fairy would've done."
"And that's why the magic worked for you, Pippa. You saw yourself as someone who can help those in need. But the real special about all of you is that you can save those you love. All you need to do first is think up of a way, and the best way to do that is, make it up.
"I promise I will do all the rest."
Once those words were uttered they could no longer be taken back. The Morrígan broke away from the tiny fires and then turned her attention back to the group. Her eyes fumed with fury.
"Remember guys, Bridget said every idea starts with what you can come up with in your head." Jack said encouragingly.
"I for one would like to see one of you buggers make a cannon and shoot the Morrígan with it," Goch quipped.
"I will see to it that you all-" the Morrígan was unable to finish her threat when a cannonball made of fire landed right on her stomach and crashed under the feet of the occupied big bird. It landed unceremoniously on top of the Phantom Queen.
"Okay," Bridget blinked a few times in surprise. "Whoever came up with that one gets a gold star when this is all over."
"I did it!" Monty waved his hand up eagerly.
"It doesn't matter who did it just as long as you keep doing it," Jack shouted excitedly, being glad at getting another blow at the Morrígan.
"But not too much," Bridget warned. "I don't know how much power I can give for you guys without it being too much."
"I suppose telling the rest of the lot would suffice." Goch threw in.
"I can't speak other languages." Bridget sighed.
"I can," Goch stated in the same tone as before. "When yer as old as I am, ye tend tah learn a language or two depending on the locations yoo like visiting.
Jack and Bridget gave the dragon turned woman flabbergasted looks of disbelief.
"Why didn't you do so before?" Jack questioned her with wide eyes.
Goch shrugged. "Ye never asked and yoo were handlin' the kids fine without needing a hand."
Bridget frowned, mirroring Jack's look all too well. "If we get out of this alive, I will-"
"Careful," Goch warned in a singsong voice. "I might translate everything you say and I mean everything."
"Fine just tell the non-English speaking children what I told my friends." Bridget rolled her eyes at Goch's behavior. She turned around to said friends. "Remember, the things you create are only limited to what you can come up inside your head."
"But will it be enough?" Jamie asked one last time just when the Morrígan got her bearings again.
Jack smiled at his friend, knowing the right words to say. "All you need to do is believe."
"Ombric's first lesson." Bridget smiled. "Now let's show the Morrígan what we're really made of."
The Morrígan had a moment to comprehend what Bridget spoke when great power filled across the vicinity. Large Chinese dragons zigzagged overhead, swallowing up crows that were quickly spat out as smoldering piles of ash. Gazelles galloped across the ground in a thundering heard of bright fire. The large red bird bellowed a fantastic melody, its sword-wings flapping repeatedly. The strength and muscles allowed for the bird to do a vertical takeoff.
Pterodactyls and airplanes joined the bird in the air, rockets soon following after.
Bridget placed a shoulder on Goch. "What did you tell those kids?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" The woman smirked before she naturally breathed out a fireball. "I said what told you me and added that the most fire creatures a kid can come up with, the sooner they can get the bloody hell outta here."
"Language!" Bridget said sharply.
"Wait a sec, I Just remembered something." Jack called out. "Didn't you almost pass out earlier from melting iron? How can you still be standing after all of this happening right now?"
Bridget titled her head in confusion. "You think I'm doing all of this?"
"None of these kids have magic powers…" Jack turned his head over to Goch and Eamon. "Right?"
"They're just as mortal as ever." Eamon replied. "And still not enough to get rid of all these birds."
"Same, fer being non-magic and needing reinforcements" Goch backed up and swiped a crow in the face. "Though I wish we could imagine that Crom wasn't coming out, why don't we do that?"
"No, that's something only the treasures or the moon can do." Bridget sighed sadly. "And to answer your question Jack, I'm helping the children create these images. I maybe human now, but my old power of conjuring fire is still with me. I guess you can say I've figured out what my very own center is.
"But I don't see how that can help with doing anything other than prolonging the Morrígan's chances of winning."
"What about the Torch?" Jack suddenly remembered the very thing that brought the Guardians to go to Ireland in the first place. "Shouldn't that be enough to stop the Morrígan?"
Even with the excitement in Jack's voice it wasn't enough for Bridget. She looked up at the moon and frowned seeing hundreds of crows swirling around in a dark vortex. No matter how many fires burn inside the Earthmound, none of them could reach the sky. Bridget herself would be unable to shot out enough fire for it. The children were using all of her gift, and even they were beginners compared to her.
"Ombric asked me what magic's greatest power is. If belief really is that then what can I believe in to help Manny? Something must stop the crows but what?"
"Regardez! The French boy called out. "L'oiseau rouge est vers le haut dans le ciel!"
All heads shot up to the direction and did see the crimson bird soaring up and up and up 'til it reached the horde of crows. Unlike the previous experience, the red bird was much more daring and maneuvered around beautifully while snapping at every crow that got in its way.
"This cannot be!"
The Morrígan tried to call her crow lieutenants but saw that they were blasted away by the fire. Things became more troublesome for her when a certain someone learned what could exactly happen when enchanted fire hits a wall.
The Morrígan shouted in alarm and crouched to move away from an incoming fire blast.
"That was for Segel." Danny lowered his arm and stared determinedly at the Morrígan. His glare quickly formed into confusion when before his eyes a bright glow emanated from the stone wall. The image of a familiar face started to become three-dimensional. Color immediately returned to the once white pictograph as it too began to appear solid and form as a small furry two-legged creature jumped out of the wall.
"Segel!" Danny cried with joy before embracing his Bòcan friend.
"It's good to see you too, lad." Segel shed silent tears as his search for finding his little master had finally come to a close.
The Morrígan stared at the scene with absolute incredulity. Her spell could not have been broken so easily. She had made sure nothing strong would fail.
I suppose I was wrong to give you the advantage to take your clan out all those years ago.
The Morrígan seethed through her teeth.
"This war is far from over."
Unnatural light shined all over the underground as more of the missing Fey fell from their captive prisons. Selkies in the form of gorgeous women had long silken hair that conveniently covered their upper and lower bodies. Jack spotted three leprechauns and for the first time, he actually saw Eamon run.
"Riley! Doyle! Brian!" Eamon blubbered with tears falling down his wrinkled face. "We all thought you gone and died!"
"And leave you with all of Granda's spoils, never." The three brothers happily hugged their older cousin with genuine joy.
"Whoa," Goch felt her face redden when she made eye contact with the legendary Oilliphéist.
"Hello," the dragon-like reptile bowed his head to dragon-woman. "I don't suppose you'd be kind to tell me where I can have a drink? I'm afraid the old boy I supper'ed upon was mildly drunk so now I have a craving for some strong ale."
Goch's eyes (that still retained from her dragon ego) dilated. "Where have you been in my life?"
"This is amazing!" Jack was so caught up in the moment that he got almost tripped by a recently freed Red Cap. Thankfully he was too quick and moved away just in time to avoid the tricky little sprite.
"I know." Bridget returned Jack's grin enthusiastically.
Jack's smile was soon replaced with confusion. "But if everyone is breaking out from the rock, wouldn't that mean the others are-"
"Jack, Bridget!" Jamie came by with a large grin of his own. "Wait until you guys see this!" The Guardian and teen looked to where Jamie was pointing and were in for a wonderful surprise.
Nicholas St. North was chuckling in his crazy, but merry, laughter while slicing away crows left and right with Monty by his side. Edmund Aster Bunnymund was back to his six foot one self, brandished with his set of massive boomerangs. He was swinging Sophie around with a large smile on his face, not caring if anyone important was watching or not. Sandserson Mansnoozie waved knowing at Bridget and Jack with Nightlight by his side greeted the two bewildered Claude and Caleb with a cheery grin matching his older associate's.
Toothiana had her Mini-fairies and Pippa and Cupcake by her side the whole time she was helping a young girl up. She appeared to be around the age of fifteen from Jack's guess; her hair was an auburn that if it were touched by sunlight would appear as a very dark red-ish brown in contrast to Bridget's bright red hair. The style of her yellow and white coat gave Jack the feeling she may have been raised in Santoff Claussen. She carried only with her large leather brown satchel with boots to match. Her gray eyes scanned the area with worry before they saw Jack and Bridget. She covered her mouth for a reason that was beyond Jack's knowledge.
"That's her." Bridget breathing hitched. "It's Mother Goose."
Jack had five seconds to remember the big fan-girl obsession Bridget had for her.
"Katherine." Jack Frost corrected.
Q-A: I hate continuously promising to stop with the cliffhangers, but I swear this normally doesn't happen when I'm writing other stories. XP But on the plus side this chapter is longer than the previous ones (which is most of the reason it took so long to publish, that and I'm lazy XD). Happy (almost) New Year to all of you and I hope when any of you get back to school that it won't be as hectic as mine might probably turn out. Just less than a week left before I have to go back. XP I don't wanna go~!
Regardez! - Look!
L'oiseau rouge est vers le haut dans le ciel – The red bird is up in the sky!
Capriccio- a quick, improvisational, spirited piece of music.
Keep on Writin' and Rockin'