Krysta spirit of fortune ch 3
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Chapter 3: What I did after.
For the first year of my spirit life I had followed the company, bringing them good luck. After a while it just hurt me too much to be with them, so I took to traveling the world, checking back on the troop every now and again.
When over 10 years had passed since my death and I found myself in America. It was all hallow's Eve (Halloween as you now know it) and I was wondering around the country side. I was having a grand time causing a bit of bad fortune on a couple of adults who were out on business. It was a cold night and I couldn't resist having their hats be blown off their heads and their coats get tangled in bushes. One man slipped on a sudden patch of ice and caused the other to fall over him and each other. I was rolling on the ground laughing so hard I was sure I'd lose the mouse I had for lunch.
"I've never heard a cat laugh before." A voice said. I leapt to my paws, fluffing up my fur and hissing from surprise. A boy landed I front of me. He was pale, with white hair and ice blue eyes. The cloths he wore were tattered, old looking things although I noted he didn't were shoes.
"Nice kitty, it's ok. I won't hurt you." He said as he knelt down and offered his hand out to me. I growled a bit in warning as he tried to edge closer.
"Nice kitty, pretty kitty." He coxed me, slowly reaching his hand closer. I swiped at his fingers.
"My what big claws you have." I bared my teeth at him and hissed. "What big teeth you have." Then I understood his fairy tale reference and couldn't help but snicker a bit. As I was distracted I felt myself be swept up and taken into the air.
"Put me down!" I yowled at him. He nearly dropped me at this.
"So you don't only laugh but you can talk too." He said, landing in a tree and putting me on his stomach. I sank my claws into his shirt and into his skin a bit.
"Get me down from here if you want to keep your skin!" I threatened.
"Ouch, alright alright!" He said, flying me to the ground. When we got there he kept me in his arms and stroked my fur. He was ice cold but the way he scratched my ears… I couldn't help but purr.
"So how can such a little kitty like you talk?" He asked me, scratching under my neck.
"I'm not a cat." I said shaking off his hand and jumping out of his arms. When I landed I changed into my human form.
"That's a new one." He said, leaning against a stick I just barely noticed.
"Well so is flying for me." I said, crossing my arms.
"Sorry, if I had known you were a human I wouldn't have done that." He apologized. I rolled my eyes but let a soft smile spread across my face, showing him I wasn't mad.
"So what are you suppose to be? A frost bitten Shepard?" I asked, looking him over again.
"Close, my name is Jack, Jack Frost." He extended his hand.
"Krysta." I said shaking it quickly, "dang your hands are cold."
"Nice to meet you Krysta Dangyourhandsarecold." He said with a bow. I tried to swat his shoulder but he leapt onto his staff causing me to miss. He laughed as I stared at him.
"So I'm guessing since I can see you then you are a spirit." I said.
"Yeah, spirit of winter. You?" He replied. Jumping off his staff he got really close to my face.
"Spirit of fortune." I said, back flipping away.
"Neat trick, were you part of a carnival show?" He asked, a childish grin spreading across his face.
"No, I was a gypsy." I said.
"Interesting." He said, "did the moon give you your name?"
"No, Ezmera did. She's the one who raised me."
"Huh, I came out of a lake and then the moon told me my name."
"Uh…" was my response, how long had this guy been alone? " how old are you? I asked.
"I'm 42."
"You're pretty young looking for a 42 year old man, more like a 17 year old boy."
"Oh yeah then how old are you?"
"I'm about 21."
"You look about 16 to me." He said. The wind was picking up, causing me to shiver a bit.
"Well it was nice meeting you Jack Frost." I said, eager to find someplace warm to spend the night.
"Do you want to play a game?" He asked suddenly.
"Maybe on a warmer night?" I replied, wrapping my arms around my stomach as it growled. He frowned at the sound before his eyes lit up with an idea.
"How about I find you something to eat then we play a game, deal?" He asked, a smirk playing at his mouth.
"Sure, why not?" I Said. So he flew while I waited under the tree, turning into a cat to keep warm. If you could have seen me then you would have seen a ball of black fuzz. I was just drifting off when he came back. He landed silently in the tree and let the bag of food he found land in front of me with a thump!
"MEOW!" I yowled in surprise, arching my back and fluffing up again.
"Hahaha, that never gets old." He laughed, hanging from a branch by his knees.
"You try nearly dozing off in this weather then getting spooked twice in one night." I said in annoyance as I transformed and opened the bag. Inside there was a few apples, a loaf of bread and a hunk of dried meat.
"Where's you get this?" I asked.
"Found it." He said, swinging down and taking an apple.
"Where?" I asked again before taking a bite of anything.
"In front of a house, it was next to a weird candle that only gave off smoke.
"They left those there for their spirit ancestors." I said, definitely not eating any of it now.
"Oh, interesting. So is it bad that I've been eating the stuff they leave out?" He asked, flipping onto the ground.
"I'm not sure, I guess since these were left for spirits and we are spirits it's ok for us to eat this." I said, hunger driving me to pick up an apple. Once the food was gone Jack twirled his staff and made a few snowflakes fall from the end.
"So you wanna play now?" He asked.
"You kept your end of the deal, I'll keep mine." I say, standing up and licking a bit of apple juice off my hand. Jack smiled and all the sudden there was snowing.
"Ever made a snowball?" He asked as I raised an eyebrow at him. I scoop up a bit of snow and threw it at his head. He ducked and threw his own snowball. I dodged and then the games began. I didn't even notice the cold now, I was too busy having fun. The only problem was, winter spirits cheat. As I was sneaking around the tree to hit him with a snowball a giant glob of snow fell from the branches and plopped on my head.
"Gotcha!" Jack said, flying down from the tree, "Krysta? Where'd you go?"
I managed to stick one hand up from the snow pile and grab his ankle. This action had my intended effect of spooking him, he cried out and launched into the sky.
"Krysta?!" Jack said coming back down. I moved my arm back and forth, scratching at the snow. After a moment of looking at my arm in confusion he pulled me out.
"F-f-finally," I said, my teeth chattering, "i-i-it w-was get-t-ting h-hard t-to bre-e-eath."
"Serves you right." He smirked, it turned to a frown suddenly, "are you ok?"
"I-i-I'm f-fine. W-why?" I asked, rubbing my arms to get some warmth going in them.
"Your lips are blue." He said simply, before swinging me onto his back and taking off.
"I thought we already went through this, I don't like being swept off the ground and flown off with." I said, my cold forgotten as fear took over.
"Just hang on, we're almost there." He said. Soon we landed at a barn. He pushed open the door and carried me inside, letting me down on a pile of hay in the loft. I instantly transformed into a cat and curled up in it. Jack smiled and sat down next to me, stroking my back as I purred in content, until we both fell asleep.