Author's note: Gkgkgkgkgkgkggkhhh you know what's funny. I deleted all of the old chapters and my views are back down to 200 or something HAHAHAHAHA. Anyway, I just started reading my reviews again and I'd just like to say thank you to OctoberOpal for pointing that out. ^^ I'll be amending that soon. I also want to give a shout-out to this story's new followers wolfscry248, Michie-chan1997, and Patchwork Knightess! You guys are awesome, and I'd love it if you left some reviews too, euhehe...

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Cheer up and dry your damp eyes

Tell me when it rains

And I'll blend up that rainbow above you

And shoot it through your veins

The white haired boy shifts from his sitting position, and in a flash, propels himself to the sky. He lands atop a tree branch and gives it a good shake. Jack Frost gazes down at me, and he grins a grin worth all the money in the world. Is this really happening to me? "Well, I think that's more than enough drama for one day." His voice knocks my head, but there is nothing inside to respond to it. I am starstruck, you could say. Or maybe the fall had killed some of my brain cells. "Come on, let's have some fun."

There is a small reaction my face made. I can only classify it as surprise. But my gray eyes widened, only for a moment, and my brows knit together, as if it were the most absurd thing I had ever heard. It kind of is. "... Fun?"

My question makes Jack stagger. He nearly falls from his perch, but reaffirms himself and squints at me. "Yes, fun. You know, that awesome emotion you get from doing something you find exciting? Don't you know fun? How can anyone not know fun? Everyone's experienced fun at least once in their lives."

I have to turn my head away, because my face is reddening in embarrassment. It is virtually impossible for me to hide a blush. I draw circles in the ground instead. "Untrue, because I didn't... In either lives..."

There is a long pause and eventually I gather to courage to look up. I find Jack staring at me with an unconvinced face. "Liar, liar pants on fire."

This time, I furrow my brows and squint my eyes at him. "I was human... For sixteen years and lived the rest of my spirit life invisible. Yes... I'm definitely lying." It almost feels good to be able to banter this way.

"Sixteen years is a pretty long time for human standards." He glides down elegantly and sits atop his staff.

"I had strict parents." I counter quickly.

"You remember that much?" Jack raises his eyebrows, and I am confused.

"Don't you?"

"Can't say that I did. Had to fight Pitch for my baby teeth just to remember how I died." He says this nonchalantly, once again leaning his head on his hand. I furrow my brows, and wonder if Tooth also had my baby teeth. And then I wonder if she had her own teeth archived somewhere in the Palace. But mostly I wonder why I never needed anything to remember.

"...I have... Visions." I start slowly. "When I visit certain places... They're like... Nostalgia... I have a lot of visions when I visit this place..." And maybe that is why I avoid this place with every precaution. "And sometimes when I daze off-" Jack snickers, but I don't mind this. "...I see things. It's like I'm being tossed back and forth in time... Reliving the life I used to have..."

"That sounds like the coolest thing ever." If only he knew.

To properly do my job as a maestro of daydreams, I see into the heads of billions of children all at once. Add to that adults who also require imagination for their work, and I see the minds of the entire world's population. But there are rare these moments when I find myself in an empty space, and I see a life play out before me. My life. Jumping here and there from countless memories my subconscious holds. I am trapped in my own mind and occasionally I worry that what is occurring is past and I am living in a memory.

Who's to say that this moment with Jack Frost isn't all in my head? And in reality I am actually still sitting on a rooftop, invisible as the wind.

"Maybe."

I hadn't realized how long I've paused, because the next thing I know, Jack is right beside me again. I am almost tempted to touch his face, just so I know he's really there.

"Well, what about your job? You must have fun with that." He urged, brows knitted together in anticipation. But I shrug it off like it's nothing.

"It's just a job. It's not supposed to be fun."

Finally, Jack lets out what I assume to be a wry laugh. "Just a job, she says." And then he looks at me, and something changes in his eyes. Something similar to worry, and he says "You really don't know how to have fun, do you?" I don't know if I should be triumphant or ashamed. But I shake my head anyway. "Well, no worries. You've come to the right person. I'm gonna show you the time of your life! Come on!"

"Wha-" Before I can even finish the word, Jack tugs on my arm and pulls me to the air. His cold touch makes makes me shiver, the height we are climbing makes my head spin, and the knowledge that it is Jack Frost who is helping me soar makes my heart stop. I try to stay conscious, shaking my head. 'Please don't black out...'

"Isn't this great?! Wait, hey, open your eyes!" Jack laughs, holding me up to his torso. "Look at the view! Don't be such a chicken!"

I hadn't even realized that I am holding my eyes shut. But I would prefer to keep them that way. "I-I can't! I've never been up this high!"

Jack laughs in amusement and despite my petrified exclaims, he did the loops. I can only squeak and reach back to grab hold of his shoulders. "D-don't do that!"

"How have you never been this high? You can fly can't ya?" He tosses me up in the air, and I let out a hysterical scream before he catches me again, by my waist this time. I can feel his body against my back, and I'm just about ready to faint again. But instead I grab on to the sleeves of his blue hooded sweater.

"I-I can! B-but I don't fly very well! I-I don't know why!" I hate how my voice is nothing more than a squeak. And I'm quite sure that my grip on his sleeves are turning my knuckles white. "P-Please don't go too high!"

"Why not? Loosen up, Daze!" The white haired boy does another flip, I can only whimper and tense up even more. He must've found it amusing how afraid I look, and he must have also realized how this absurd amount of adrenaline rush makes my pauses and slurred tones disappear. "I'll teach you how to fly."

My screams immediately cease, and I can feel my body freeze over at his oh so simple statement. There is an odd mixture of mortal terror and anticipation churning in my gut. I want to faint so badly. Or perhaps vomit. My eyes may be closed, but I don't need sight to know that Jack is grinning widely. He slowly removes one of his hands off my waist, and reaches upwards to my face. His cold fingers graze my eyelids and slowly lift them open. My throat is closing up again, as if the smallest of sounds would cause him to disappear. But as soon as my irises adjust, the view takes my breath away. Rolling green fields, crystal clear flowing rivers, cattle grazing under the sunlight. "W-wow..."

"Now relax..." He places his hand back on my waist, and before long, both of his hands are moving up to outstretch my arms. My mind is numb, and nothing but his ghosts of touches on my wrists are registering. I am kept in place, but Jack flies up higher until there is a distance between us. My eyelids are fluttering, and my legs instinctively move in their skating motion.

I keep my eyes on the view, but all of my senses are focused on the spirit above me. The spirit I've always feared yet yearned to speak to. Whom I've imagined meeting so many times. Without having him go through me like I am nothing but air. Why was I ever afraid of him? And then there it is, the elevation. Jack is watching closely as the familiar colorful lights formed on the bottom of my feet. I look down to actually see it myself, and it is beautiful. With each stroke of my legs, a new color is produced. Almost like painting on air.

I look up at him, and he smiles back at me. He slowly let my wrists go. "And now you're flying."

I let out a gasp when I fell, losing a bit of altitude, but otherwise, I truly am flying. I keep my arms out and suddenly, the world is bright and colorful. It is as if a smoke screen had been removed from my eyes. All the beauty in the world is suddenly right here, hitting me in the face as if to say 'here I am, look at me.' I feel like a child who had found the toy they've been wanting for Christmas. For the first time that day, a real smile grows on my lips. "I-I'm flying..."

My smile must be contagious, because when I look back at Jack, he is smiling much wider. He is following behind me, and this gives me comfort. I am still rusty, so falling is definitely a possible event. He flies by my side, and flips over on his back, bringing his arm around to rest his head on. He watches my facial expression, but I act like I don't notice, nailing my eyes to the view below. He must have been reminded of something, because from my peripheral vision, I can see his face melt into something nostalgic. Perhaps he is reminded of the first time he flew. How amazing it must have been for him. And I have to agree one hundred percent.

Jack smiles some more, and he flies in front of me. He takes my hand we propel higher into the sky, above the clouds. He helps me swerve and flip as we engage in a dance with no music. Smiles are glued on our faces while we soar through the air, completely forgetting about gravity. We are only enjoying each others' company. Up and down didn't matter anymore.

With his arm on my waist, we dip down, flying through the clouds. Below us is no longer a meadow, but a lake had taken it's place. We hover over the water and Jack grazes his staff on the water's surface, freezing it. I hover an inch above it and skate on it, trailing light from the sol of my white ballerina shoes and my fingers. The leather wrapped around my forearms and legs flow as if it were underwater, and small children watch from the shore, hiding behind the trees. They giggle and gasp and stare in awe as the two teenagers glide on air and water.

"Isn't that Jack Frost?" "It is! It is!" "Who's the lady...?"

Jack outstretches his arm and once again lifts me higher to the air, and we glide away.

Storm clouds roll in as raindrops trickle down. Jack grins in amusement at my flinching each time a drop hits me. It is odd, because normally they would've gone right through. "We should land... Wouldn't want to be struck by lightning right?" He jokes and he leads me to a forest, where we settle in a small cave.

I could hardly sit. In only a moment's time, I'm crawling back up to the cave's mouth to stick my hand out. I giggle childishly, though softly, each time a drop hits my hand. It is cold, and once it rolls down, it tickles. I could feel Jack watching in amusement before he starts to freeze the puddles in their tiny cave, tidying it a little bit. I happen to appreciate this initiative. But maybe he is doing that just because of habit. I shake my head a bit, and finally decide to take a look at my hand, hoping for a puddle to have collected on the palm of my hand. But instead I gasp loudly, and Jack is beside me in no time. "What's wrong?!"

I recoil back into the cave, away from the rain as I hold my arm. Jack crouches down and reaches out to move my hand. I move away. "Daze, please..."

My eyes meet his and his blue eyes are pleading. He meant well... So I allow him to move my hand aside and discover the golden sand dripping, melting off my arm. My hand is completely gone, and there are holes in some parts of my arm where the raindrops fell. Each hole is lined with the golden sand. So are the edges of the visible form left of my wrist. The water had completely washed the magic off, reverting my arm back to it's invisible condition. "M-my hand..."

Without a second thought, Jack scoops me up in a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around me. "We'll find Sandy and fix it. I promise. Does it hurt?"

"It stings..." I say quietly, but to be honest, I'm too flushed to even bother about the pain. It is a burning sensation, to best describe.

But I hear Jack sigh, and suddenly he's rubbing whatever is left of my arm. From my vision, the reverted parts have become paler than the rest (I suddenly realize why I'm so pale), and his hand is going right through the paler sections. I slowly look up at him, but that is a mistake because my face flushes immediately. His face is calm. Long white eyelashes cascading over his blue orbs. His comforting smile successfully makes me forget everything. "Don't worry, Daze. I got ya."

What was I worried about again?

North contently hums a Russian folk song as he starts his chainsaw. A block of ice stands before him on top of his work desk. With a small grunt, he plunges the revolving blades in the ice, shaping it roughly around the center and middle. But suddenly, it jams, the blades no longer revolving as the mechanisms refuse to spin.

The Guardian of Wonder arches an eyebrow as he pulls the chainsaw out, hitting it with his hand a few times but only getting out a whine of protest from the engine in response. He gives it a shake, causing something to flow out from between the tightly spaced gears. Cupping his hand beneath it, he manages to gather a decent amount of black sand from his chainsaw. 'Black sand...'

His face twists into a scowl and he turns around just in time as a black vortex opened behind him. And there stood himself. An exact replica.

North drops his chainsaw in surprise, jaw dropping, but he quickly regains his composure to observe the smirking imposter. His eyes scan him from head to toe. Until he finds it; a difference. Where there should've been bright blue eyes, were instead sharp yellow eyes. "Pitch Black..."

"Well, it's nice to see you recognize me..." He says smoothly. "Do you like it? It's a new trick I've learned."

"You keep learning new tricks and I swear I'll mistake you as a dog." North hissed, grabbing his swords. Pitch lets out an amused cackle, mimicking his movements.

"Funny! You're a funny man, North." He praises, standing in a similar stance as North. "But you know, even an old dog can learn new tricks..."

'Cause your heart has a lack of color

And we should've known

That we'd grow up sooner or later

'Cause we've wasted all our free time alone