Yay, I'v finally finished. I'm so excited about this chapter.

Took forever, mainly because i had writers block.

I hope that everybody enjoys the story, please comment if you have any questions, or tips or anything... this is the first fan fiction I've posted before, ever... ever. lol

BEFORE YOU READ: This chapter does have blood, and a fight scene, sorta. its not super gory, or gory at all. but beware!

February 12

10:57 A.M

Talia's point of view:

I wake up, still lying on the ice pond.

The cold feeling in my body is gone. It's so peaceful here too, I don't want to leave. I wish I had somebody to share this serenity with.

I sit up and look around. I had heard something in the trees before I dozed off. It's most likely gone, but there's no harm in checking.

I get up, put my ruck sack on my back, and put my shoes back on my feet. I'm sorta hoping that whatever was in the woods before is still there. Nothing really exciting has happened lately, except for seeing Jack again.

Jack…Now I can't get him out of my mind.

I don't know if this is just a school girls crush or not, but I like the feeling that I get thinking about him. My face gets all warm, and all I want to do is think about him. Maybe I accidently sat on one of my arrows before? I really hope this feeling goes away soon.

Walking towards the trees, I start to notice that the sky is clouding up, like it's about to snow. The snow from yesterday hasn't completely melted away yet. I remembered hearing a saying about how snow that takes forever to melt is waiting on more to fall.

Finally, I get to the area from where the nose came from, but nothings here.

Well this was a blow. I was hoping for something epic, don't exactly know what, but it would have been cool to find at least something.

I should probably plan out my day; it will give me something to do.

I pull out a small journal and a pencil from the side pocket of my sack and sit underneath the closest tree near me.

I open the journal and flip through the pages, trying to find where I stop writing last time I wrote in it. I finally find the page and begin to write

TO DO LIST:

Think of something to do

I sigh and close the journal.

Maybe I could just read my old journal entries.

I open the journal and flip a couple of pages, until I find the right one

Dec. 24. 2013

Dear journal,

I've been walking around town and most stores were closed. I guess it's for Christmas. I heard a couple of women talking about how they were going to go spend it with their families.

I wish I knew what that felt like. But it's kind of nice not having to have responsibilities and a family to care for. Even though people say love feels great, I wouldn't want to fall in love. Losing a person is as easy as falling in love with them, and I never want to feel that.

I have arrows that can reverse the love spell that my others cause, but I never want to use them, either. Love is something that's great, but I don't think I could stand having something great taken away from me; especially since I don't have anybody now.

I sigh and close the journal and think about what I wrote that day. I still feel the way I do about love. This might be strange, coming from cupid herself, but I never want to fall in love, because I never want to lose love.

I stand up and decide to go back to town. With my journal still in hand, I begin to run and then take off into the sky, flying over the forest.

As I fly over the forest, I notice something in the corner on my eye from down below.

I land in an open field and look around.

In the middle of the field is an old wooden bed frame.

"That's not creepy at all." I say in a sarcastic tone as I make my why towards the bed.

Why would somebody leave an old bed post in the middle of the forest? It would have probably have been better if the people who left it here had torn it apart and used the wood for something usefully.

Once I make it the bed frame, I look down and see a hole, tunneling down deep into the grown.

Whoa, I wonder where it leads to. I know I shouldn't go down there, but it's so tempting.

I look down the hole and focus. I'm trying to see if there's anything down there. So far, all I see is darkness.

I bend over the bed frame, using it to balance myself.

'Creek'…..

The boards underneath my hands begin to creek, then snap. That can't be good.

I quickly lose my balance and fall through the boards of the bed frame. Along the way done, I drop my journal.

I hit the ground, and a sharp pain travels up my spin. All I can do is lie here and groan.

I sit up, with my back still acking from the fall

That was a dumb move on my part. I can always fly out, but since I'm down here, I might as well look around. If only I could see…

The tunnel is dark and damp. It reeks of mildew

"Eww, what is that smell?" I cough and get up off the ground.

My eyes adjust to the darkness and I'm finally able to see a little clearer.

There's a tunnel straight ahead of me, and at the end, I can see yellow lights, almost like eyes.

I could either fly out of here, or go down the tunnel. Obviously the 'going down the tunnel' idea is a stupid chose. But it's not like there's an axe murder down here, and if there is, there's a one out of a million chances that he can see me.

I'm over thinking this! I just need to decide already.

I look down the tunnel and see that lights ahead have gotten closer. Then I realize they really ARE eyes.

Golden yellow dots fill the tunnel, and I freeze.

One of the mysterious creatures comes out of the shadows, revealing it's self as what looked like a dark horse.

"A horse? WHY THE HECK IS THERE HORSES DOWN HERE!" I exclaim.

Then I realized something different about it.

Their made of black sand.

I leap up into the air, preparing to fly out, but something grabs my foot and pulls me back down. I get slammed down onto the ground, hard. The impact knocks the wind out of me.

I try and get up as fast as I can, letting the wheezes and coughs escape my mouth.

I've never felt pain like this before. It's almost unbearable.

Millions of the horses leap onto me, but I manage to fight them off. I breathe heavy as I kick and punch them off me. I look up and see too hooves headed of me. The kick in my face makes me fall back. Then I feel a sharp pain spread throughout my skull.

I kick the chest of one of the horse, and then, like ashes, it blew away into the wind in the wind. I pull myself up off the ground.

I manage to pull out my bow and an arrow, but one of the hoses knocks me back to the ground, causing my bow to fall out of my hand.

The pain travels through my body and I cough, specs of blood come out of my mouth as I cough.

I don't know what to do, there's too many of them. I can fight them on my own; all I can do is try to get out.

Mainly what I want to know is why they would be down here.

I get up and wipe the blood off my lips. With a rush of adrenaline, I punch through the jaws of one of the horses. This surprises me for a second, then I remember that there made out of sand. The whole thing with them being made out of sand is something I don't understand either. I need to know how many there are.

I pick up my bow and pull another arrow out of my bag, this time a wooden one. I have different arrows. I made the wooden ones when I thought that I was running out of arrows. I quickly scrap it against a rock I had found, like a match, causing the tip of the arrow to ignite into flames. I feel a sharp pain in my side and scream.

A horse had bitten me. I fall to the ground and cry in pain. It felt like its teeth had gone inches deep into my side.

The pain felt like sharp knives, stabbing into my side repeatedly.

I got up, ignoring the pain in my side, and continued trying to escape their relentless attacks.

I held my bow tightly in my hand, and quickly lit another arrow. I aimed down the tunnel, where it seemed like they were coming from. Then I fired.

Then all the horses stopped and, it was like somebody had pressed their off switch. A stream of light traveled through the tunnel.

I could see from far back, that there were even more. But none of them were doing anything, still frozen. It was as if they turned into ashes. The horses formed a massive cloud of ash, and blew back through the tunnel, as if they were following the light.

I use my time wisely, not wasting a second in my escape.

I left my journal down there, but I'm not going back to get it. I wrote some personal stuff in there. But it's not like sand can read.

Everything's fussy. The blow to my head is starting to affect me.

I don't understand what that was. It could have been an ambush, but why would somebody want to ambush me? It was like they didn't want me to leave, but they defiantly didn't like the idea of me being there. The only thing I could think about was that I could be stuck down there. I'm already alone, if you count nobody seeing me. I like to know somebody's there, even if they don't know that I am.

I fly back to the town and land on the tallest building that I was posted at yesterday. Not feeling good, I sit down on the edge, just in case I need to throw up.

Every night, dream sand floats above the heads of dreamful children. The sandman's sand is golden. The horses were black sand. Could it be the same sand that the sandman uses? Thinking about it only makes my head hurt worse.

I gently dab the wound on my head with a clothes that I carry around in my bag and press down on the bitten wound on the side of my torso.

After I wipe the wound, I look at the handkerchief and see that it's soaked in blood. My head begins to throb even worse than it was before. Then I realize that the side of my face is covered with blood.

My hand that was holding onto my side was too.

I've never actually bleed before. I have seen others bleed, like when a kid feel down and scraped his knee, but nothing this bad. The idea of blood just makes me want to vomit.

I look down at the street below as I hold the hankie up to my head, trying to stop the bleeding. A wave of exhaustion hits me and I begin to become dizzy. Losing my balances, I lean forward and plummet to the ground. I can't focus. Too exhausted to fly, I close my eyes. But I never hit the ground. It was as if someone had caught me. I feel somebody's arms on my back, holding me bridal style. Somebody had caught me, but who caught me?

I cough and let out a sigh. The only person that came to mind in that moment, the only person who could the caught me... was him. I try to open my eyes, but I'm too drained, so I just whisper.

"Jack?" I ask, hoping he said it was him

"Shhh, its ok, just sleep. You need the rest." He said.

His soothing voice calmed me.

"Thank you," I said, coughing from the irritation in my lungs. I begin to let the exhaustion take over me. And with that, I fall unconscious.

I walk on the water and look down, but I don't see my reflection. I look up from the water and realize, I'm home. Well the closest thing that I have to a home. It's the meadow that I had my first memory in. I look in front of me and see a girl in the grass. She has light blonde hair, and about the same length as mine, which is long. Then she slowly stands and turns around to face me. She had brown eyes with long beautiful eyelashes.

She looks exactly like me; except for the color on her eyes and hair.

I walk closer, but then I begin to sink into the water. I keep walking to her until something grabs my leg and starts to pull me down.

I splash and trash in the water, but nothing works.

I get pulled down into the cold bitter water begin to yell for help. My screams are muffled by the water. I start running out of air and trashing even more then I was before.

I look below me into the murky waters. I can't see what has a hold of my foot.

I stop moving around and try to calm myself down, but then something in the back of my mind pops forward.

"This is just a dream,"

Then everything goes black.

I wake up and see the starry night sky above. The cold wind rushes through my hair. A shiver travels down my spine; which causes me to squeeze my eyes shut.

"Rise and shine sleepy head." I hear his voice shout in the wind.

"Jack?" I quietly whisper to him.

I open my eyes and look at him. He was still holding me bridal style. I rubbed my eyes and blinked a couple of times.

"Where are we?" I look around and see that were flying above the clouds.

I quickly rap my arms around his neck and nuzzle my head into his neck.

"OH, MY, GOSH," I scream, hoping that his sweatshirt muffled my voice.

Be started laughing and when we finally stopped, he spoke. "You don't really fly much do you?"

"I do, just not so high." I said, trying not to let him know that my voice is shaking.

"So, cupid, you've never flown this high before?" he said.

"I just said that…" I paused. "No I haven't." My voice had a hint of frustration in it.

"What would you do If I dropped you?" he chuckled

I was about to answer his question, until I realized what he was about to do.

"Don't you dare!" I said with plead in my voice.

I felt his hands slip from under me, and I lost my grip on him.

I screamed as I fell through the clouds. I tried to fly. But a sharp pain stabbed me in my side.

That's right, I was wounded…

I put my hand over my side, gasping, but then I realized it was bandaged up.

I closed my eyes, hoping that it would help the situation. Then as if something caught me, I stopped falling.

I opened my eyes to see that jack was holding me in his arms again.

"You didn't actually think I would let you fall did you?" he smirked

All I could do was stare at him with amazement. Then I let out a quiet giggle, which grew into full blown laughter.

He smiled at me and we continued to fly through the sky. We wiped past the clouds and it felt like we were able to hold the stars in are hands. That's how close they felt to us.

"By the way, you can call me Talia… Where are you taking me anyways?" I yawned.

"Well you were injured when I found you, and I didn't want to leave you in Burgess, so I thought I would take you with me to see a friend." He dived down, toward the ground, and landed on top of a giant snow hill.

What I saw next was incredible.

Santa's workshop sat on top of a giant mountain, overlooking the horizon.

"Talia, welcome to the North Pole."