Sitting on the side of the ice ring, I looked at my necklace. A beautiful, slightly blue diamond. It was so old. Very old. Much like me…
I raised my eyes and looked at an old woman, hands on her hips. She was furious.
"Will you snap out of it and move yourself? I want to see you practice not slouch around here in a pretty dress." She snapped. She was the old granny Claire, my coach. She was inpatient and very cheerful. Always there to support me, even thought I was the newest member of the team.
I shrugged and on my feet, patting off the ice and snow off of my butt.
"Y'know! For a girl it is extremely bad to sit on ice! Especially at your age. What will you do when you get old like me? Suffer of I don't know what?"
"Oh granny Claire… I won't catch a cold or anything!" If only she would know. 'I doubt I will ever get old enough to even hope to get gray hair…'
I let the flow of the ice take me slowly and steadily I increased my speed. I closed my eyes and at the next corner I turned around. Yes, ice skating or even gymnastics was relaxing me. After I felt confident enough in my speed I tried a simple axel jump. Yes…my speed was good enough, now just a little more. Two more turns and I feel confident enough to take off again. A quadruple axel followed by a triple axel. As I land a gust of wind goes past me and slightly pushes me making me realize my landing will be disastrous. And it did end badly. I fell on the slippery surface.
"Ahh slicker- good for nothing skates! I should've given you better ones! And you were doing so great… No one in my team ever got close to making a quad! "Clair was muttering as she came near me, ready to help me get on my feet or check if I broke something.
It wasn't the case, but nor did I even listen to what she had to say. I just got lost while looking at the sky. 'I forgot we were outside… But that wind didn't feel natural'. I looked behind me as if I was expecting someone to be there, laughing at me. But no one was there. It was just me and snow landscape.
Yet, I felt insecure. I didn't like to be around spirits. I despised them even thought I was part of it too.
As a measure, while trying to get up I left a tiny pile of sparkling silver blue sand behind with a little memory in it and trailed off back to Claire. From that pile a little baby dragon was born. The little fellow opened its huge eyes, two beams of glowing crystal blue, and they flared up. I was instantly aware my creation was awake. It flapped its little wings. Suddenly he picked up on something and hid in the snow, blending in due to the silver. Looking up he saw a lanky but tall boy floating, or at least that's what it looked like for me, above the ice ring. He had white hair and a shepherd staff. He was also barefooted and chuckling mischievously at me.
I got the information I needed and in an instant the dragon flew past the lanky spirit and crashed into my back, blending on with my skin leaving behind some glitter. I looked back and saw the spirit's puzzled look. I grinned at him.
'Hmpf…you're not the only one to surprise others' I giggled and turned my head only to face the worried look of my coach. Two worried green, old eyes looking at me like I was insane, and then looking behind only to see nothing. She raised a brow.
"Are you alright? Did the-" She never had the chance to finish.
A horde of little children rushed to the ice ring yelling, screaming and scaring off all the other team members. I never knew why, but kids always placed a heartwarming smile on my face. Also, each and one of them had a little bluish silver dragon around them.
Ah children! Full of creativity and imagination. Fruit of fantasy and dreams and also for myself. I was not your ordinary skater. I was part human, part spirit, trapped forever in this never aging body that can feed off of food and people believing in me too. You see I am the root of anyone's creativity. As long as they have new ideas, they believe in me without even realizing.
I looked up at the sky and I felt full of joy. I stretched out my arms and started skating towards the children. They all looked so happy!
"Hello everyone! What's the rush?" I smiled back at them.
"We're here because Jack said he knows a great skating ring!" They all said together. "And he was right too!" Another boy, whom arrived later than the others, huffed.
"Jack?" I raised a little my brow and looked over at the dragons asking for a shard of their memories "Who is this Jack? One of you?"
"No! He is Jack Frost! He's right over there!" And they pointed right at the lanky boy behind me. I turned my head and smiled at him while my bluish silver dragons popped their little head around me. He looked surprised. I straightened up while still looking at Jack and stretched up a bit. My dragons were already showing their affection by rubbing like little kittens on my neck, chin, face and hair.
"Well who wants to have a little fun? " I stole his line. Everyone looked so surprised so I just grabbed some snow off the edge of the ring and randomly threw a hastily made snowball. And I took off to the middle of the skating ring.
"OH! It's on!" I finally heard the white haired boy say.
Somewhere else, far away, in a deep, dark borrow another slender figure was standing straight. Looking at his own globe, Pitch was eaten from inside out. He, the Nightmare King, had been driven back by his own nightmares and fears. Pitch felt defeated, ashamed. He hated the guardians more than ever. He wanted revenge, but that was not the case anymore. He was trapped, hopeless, alone and most importantly, not strong enough.
"Damn it!" He cursed, screeching his teeth.
As if the globe or even the borrow itself was watching him, shadows gathered and engulfed the room into darkness. A pair of glowing silver grey eyes appeared out of nowhere, moving along with the shadows.
"You know… Pitch… I would like to offer you a bargain…" A deep raspy, growled like voice said, wrapping itself around the Nightmare King.
"A bargain? What could YOU possibly offer me?"
"Oh… don't be like that. I can offer you more-"
"Offer me what? Your little black sand trick did not work efficient enough! I was driven back and eaten by my own creations! WHAT could YOU possibly offer more than that?"
"Now now… let's…let's not be hasty shall we? " A sick sense of humor was emanating from beneath the glowing eyes. "You and I, both know, we could rule the world IF only I was not in these chains…"
"Indeed! IF! But you are, and NO ONE KNOWS where you ARE! NO ONE!"Pitch raised his voice in both despair and anger. His one chance of being seen again slipped away and this… this thing was teasing him with it. " How could I possibly know where the hell you are!?"
"You can't get to me even if you wanted you…I need someone… Someone more powerful to get me out of these chains… "
"Who? Who do you need?" A glimmer of hope shinned in Pitch's amber eyes. Yes, he could still have his chance!
"Someone…someone like her…"
Alrighty guys! I finished chapter one. Hope you like it!
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I feel very rusty and not quite satisfied but I keep on writing!
