Chapter 2: the Autumn spirit
-301 years later-
The frost of winter had come. Slowly, but gently, winter took over autumn. All the leaves had been painted and fallen off. The pumpkins were already harvested. There was nothing else for a certain 316 year old to do. She turned on her heels and walked through the city of Burgess. She smiled as little children ran out of their homes full with excitement when the first snow started to fall. Their small, pudgy hands reaching for the skies and their mouths hung open. A small chuckle escaped her lips as a tree branch secretly brought her upwards. Angela always loved this part of her job. Watching the kids play at the snow when autumn was finished. But there was also another perk, Jack Frost!
Angela saw the silver-white haired boy fly through wires, making them freeze up. She couldn't help but grin like an idiot when he threw a snowball at a kid called Jamie. Soon a snowball war had started out with the Guardian of fun Vs the children of Burgess. The park, that was once silent, had an outburst of laughter and shouts. Angela grinned and took a final glance before taking flight. She bent her knees and pushed off the branch. Suddenly, two very black wings sprouted from her back. Wings as dark as night. Wings like a raven's. They started flapping and she rose up higher and higher. Soon she was soaring above the clouds. She took a pit stop and sat on the white fluff, her wings still flapping away. Then the Aurora Borealis shown across the sky. The green standing out in the orange of the sunset. She sat up and watched the Guardian's playful-fun expression turn serious, which was very rare. He waved goodbye to the children and flew off in the direction of the Pole. Angela, being curious, started to follow.