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It was a crisp fall morning. I woke up early, next to the lake. I had grown accustomed to sleeping by the lake, which was now located in Burgruss. I sat up and grabbed my staff which I always had next to me if not in my hand. I took a deep breath and started the day.

I walked over to the lake and washed my face off, looking at my reflection for a second to try to tame my unruly hair. I never was able to. I never really put much thought into my appearance, I didn't see many others daily and frankly had no one to impress. So I pulled the hood of my dark orange hoodie over my head. I fiddled with the strings of my brown pants, making sure they were still tight around the ankles.

Once I was sure everything was good, I flew off into town. I had grown a habit of sitting up on the rooftops, watching the daily lives of the people in town. Especially when I had nothing to do, like today. I watched the children play in the leaves that I made fall with a smile on my face. I watched men in suits hurry off to work, and women either go to work or stay with the kids. But it was to early for anyone to be up yet. But I guess I found it soothing, to atleast see that all the children were okay, and not a wreck like a few years a go.

I shivered over the thought of the battle that had to take place a few years ago. How Pitch had tried to take over, fill kids dreams with nightmares. The Guardians stopped him, but it was still a nerve wracking time for everyone. And I still wonder if he is really gone, or just waiting.

I caught myself nervously fiddling with the strings of my hoodie and quickly stopped. It was an annoying habit I had developed, and I tended to do it with out noticing. Lost in thought, I realized that I had flown over half of town, so I quickly sat down on the closest roof. It was a a family's home, I wasn't sure who's. But I sat down anyway and hugged my knees to my chest. I began waiting for the adults to get up to go to work, and the kids to go out and play.

But after a few minutes, I strange feeling washed over me. I grasped my staff tighter and looked nervously over my shoulder. I felt as if I was being watched. After a few more minutes, I grew even more agitated and stood up and began to go on the defensive. I kept my hood up, and raised my staff in position to fight off anything that so much as moved, but nothing happened.

I eventually lowered my staff. And slowly the feeling went away. I laughed at myself for being so silly, but I couldn't help but head back to the lake for the day. I was still a bit anxious. Once I was back though, I was determined to not let my imagination get the best of me.

"It was nothing," I muttered to myself, "It was just my imagination getting the best of me. As always." It was true. Sometimes I'd think I would hear someone saying my name, but of course no one was there. It was a bit concerning.

Then I heard a rustle behind me. I quickly turned around and saw one of the bushes move. Just a small bit, but enough for me to decide to climb the nearest tree as fast as I possible could. This was no animal, it couldn't have been. It sounded bigger, and heavier. I reached a sturdy branch and aimed my staff down at the bush.

My knuckles were white from gripping it so tight. I blew some wind over to the bush, which knocked it over. If I really knew it was a threat I would have shot some stakes at it, a skill that I taught myself. But to my dismay, there was nothing there. I was glad I decided not to shoot giant splinters of sharp wood at the bush, that would have been embarrassing. But I still felt that feeling wash over me again, I felt watched. Maybe I really am going insane.

From the long branch I was on I could see the towns rooftops. I could see some people start to exit their houses for work, or to go shopping. I started to mess with the strings of my hoodie again, and tried to do that and ignore the strange events of this morning, and instead watch the beggining of every one elses.

That's when I saw him. He was hovering near a rooftop, with staff in hand and a mischievous smile on his face. His blue hoodie looking bright against his pale skin. It was Jack Frost.

I had seen him before, I had watched him work. And that's just what I did. I watched as he began to make it snow lightly with a flick of his staff. I watched the beautiful snow flakes fall and mix with the dying leaves on the ground, and it was beautiful. It was about time for autumn to turn to winter, and it was one of my favorite parts of the year.

After watching the snowflakes for a few minutes, I began to watch him. The wind making his silvery hair a bit ruffled, and his bright blue eyes concentrating on his work. His arms under his hoodie flexing lightly, and his boyish smile that remained on his face. I didn't need to be told he was attractive. I knew that.

I blushed slightly at the thought of watching him the way I was, and looked away at the ground. But when I lifted my head back up, he was gone. I turned in a circle, wondering where he could have gone. I would have heard him if he decided to leave right? Aparently not.

As I quickly turned back to the town to see if he had returned, a pair of bright blue eyes greeted me instead.

"AHHH!" I screamed as I jumped back. I began to fall off the fragile branch under me, until I felt a pair of arms grab me. I was pulled close so I wouldn't fall off, which ended with me in the position of my hands on his chest and his arms around me.

I blushed hard as I realized who had grabbed me, and whose arms were inveloping me in their imbrace, it was Jack Frost. My heart began to race as I quickly took a step back. I looked up at him and his mischievous smirk was gone, his face was serious. I removed my hood from head and let my hair shake loose. I fixed my brown doe eyes upon his icy blue ones.

"Are you okay?" He asked as I leaned back against the tree. He was tall, a good foot taller than I was. So I had to crane my neck back to answer.

"Yeah...I'm fine. Thank you." God I'm so awkward. I felt my blush just get redder and redder. But when I looked up at him, he began to smile.

"Why were you watching me?"

"What?"

"I know you were watching me," He started as he twirled his staff in between his fingers, "I know I'm freakishly handsome, but atleast you could be up front about your obsession."

"I'm not obsessed with you." I answered quickly.

"Then why are you being so defensive? Admittance is the first step to healing." He said with that smart ass grin. Okay he might be hot, but he's an asshole.

"You nearly knocked me out of a tree," I stated with my arms crossed over my chest, "I think I have the right to be defensive." He smiled at me and began to fly a bit closer to me. He wouldn't land on the branch, it was like he was ready to leave at any moment.

"A bit sassy aren't we?" He asked with that same stupid grin, "Okay. What's your name?"

Seeing no harm in the question I answered grudgingly. "Sara."

"Well I am Jack Frost," He said as he began mimicking a bow with and added hand flourish, "Guardian of F-"

"I know who you are." I stated it simply, not caring I interrupted him. I'm sure I was blushing because of his looks, but I wasn't going to stand for his word play.

He actually landed on the branch and stood right in front of me. The branch creaked, and I glared up at him as he looked down at me with a twinkle in his eyes. But I wasn't going to look away. He was so close, atleast an inch away from me, but I didn't break eye contact. After about a minute of it, he backed away laughing. His laugh almost made me want to smile, until he commented on why he was laughing.

"You're really short." I looked down at myself and looked back up at him.

"I am not!" I answered as he began to step away from me.

"Sorry to break the news to you, but you are." I clenched my staff in my hand wondering if anyone would get mad if I killed him.

"I'm not that short."

"Yes you are. Maybe that's why your name is Sara! Short Sara! It flows off the tongue easily don't you think?" He began to laugh at his own jokes. But I continued to glare with my arms crossed...I was not enjoying this.

He suddenly stopped, and looked at my staff clenched in my right hand. He stared at it, like he had just noticed it.

"Woah...you have a staff," He said in awe as he inched a bit closer, "Can I see it?" He began to reach for it and I instinctively grabbed it with both hands and brought it close to my chest. He looked confused at my reaction, like I was just supposed to trust him. But I didn't want to, my staff was how I protected myself. And with what happened earlier today, I was even more against parting with it.

"Okay," He said with a shrug, "I give you mine you give me yours?" He reached his staff out to me. His face was serious, he was willing to part with his so easily it surprised me. I tentatively grabbed it from his outstretched hand. For a moment, our fingers brushed and I was surprised to find his skin wasn't cold like it appeared, but surprisingly warm to the touch. After I took it, I nervously let him take mine.

He grabbed it and began to run his hands over every inch of it. I looked at his as well. They were basically twins, except his was taller with ice around the designs.

"These markings..." He said as he ran his fingers along the ridges. He suddenly looked up at me in awe, "Are you-" He suddenly stopped and looked out behind me. I turned around and saw shimmering lights faintly through the trees.

"Duty calls!" He said with a smirk as he grabbed his staff back and tossed mine back to me. He gave me a final smirk while looking at me with his bright blue eyes, then flew off toward the lights.

I watched him fly off, and couldn't help but blush. I talked to Jack Frost. We had a conversation! But the strange fuzzy feeling a had from that thought quickly went away as the same feeling from earlier came back. I felt like, once again, I was being watched.

And unfortunately, I actually was.