300 hundred years later
As I fly around Russia blowing all of the leaves off the trees my mind starts to wander. Before I know it, my work is done. I reach into my pocket and pull out a hand full of leaves put them up to my mouth and whisper.
"Burgess," I let go of the leaves as they drift in the wind and open up a swirling portal showing my tree.
Without hesitation, I fly through the portal and land on the rock beside the old trunk. Since I spend almost all of my time here the leaves remain red. I fly up to the thickest branch and sit down. My mind begins to wander against my control. I start to wonder about things that I've never really wondered about before.
Suddenly a picture flashes in my eyes. A young girl, can't be older than 10. Is sitting in the tree smiling and laughing. She has straight blonde hair and brown eyes, she looks awful familiar. The girl is wearing a dark blue dress with white strips. I know I've seen her before but I can't but my finger on it.
Then I feel a cold gust of wind whip playfully across my face; Jack. I look down and see the branch begin to frost. I shake my head clearing my eyes and try to focus on whatever I was thinking about before.
"Hey you wouldn't believe what happened in New York today," Jack says with obvious excitement. I shoot him a smile but I know he isn't buying it. "What's wrong?" he says with concern. I look at the ground.
"300 years Jack," I say slowly "300 years and still not one person has seen us." I look up to the moon. "The moon won't answer any of our questions; why?" I say confused. "I don't want to be like this forever, I want people to see me, I want to know why I'm here and most of all…" I look at Jack "I want to know if I had a past, if I wasn't always like this." I say gesturing to myself. Jack sits down beside me.
"Someday we'll find the answers," he says while trying to catch my gaze.
"But what if we don't, what if were stuck looking for answers that don't have one," I say while running my finger across my bow. Then the wind whistles in my ear "Jack, the wind says that Russia needs snow," I say knowing that Jack can't understand the wind. I'm the spirit of fall so I have a stronger connection between the wind than anyone else. Jack can ride and talk to the wind but he can't understand it.
"Russia can wait," Jack says.
"No, you need to do your job; it's the only thing we know were doing right," I say looking at him to try and be persuasive.
"Ok," Jack says standing up. "I'll be back."
"I'll be here," I say while putting on my most convincing smile.
I watch as Jack fly's off towards Russia leaving a trail of snow. I stand up, go to the trunk of the tree and sit back down; resting my back on the wooden surface. For a while I just sit there watching the frost melt off the branch as I wait for Jack to return. Eventually I let my mind wander hoping to subside the boredom.