;yay chapter 8 is here! As always I don't own ROTG just the plot and any OCs oh and I don't own any of the stories mentioned they belong to their rightful authrs;
Maeve woke up the next morning on the couch with her copy of "The Mark of Athena" laying open on her stomach. She yawned and rubbed her eyes.
"Dear god that was an odd dream." She thought while removing her hands from her face. The 17 year old looked up at the ceiling and laughed. Jack Frost. Her imagination must be getting the best of her.
Setting her book mark at her place, Maeve set her book down and went to the kitchen to get something to eat. She found two notes on the counter, one from her Mother and Amelia and the other from Lewis and her dad.
"Maeve,
Schools cancelled because of the up coming storm. Your sister and I are heading to the new doll store with a bunch of friends for the day. see you tonight!
Love, mom and Amelia."
"Maeve-
The storm hasn't hit down town very bad so Lewis and I headed to the football game. See you tonight.
-Lewis and Dad"
Maeve grinned. The whole house to herself for the whole afternoon. Nothing sounds better than a quiet house to paint or read in.
The grumbling in her stomach reminded the 17 year old she hasn't eaten anything since yesterday. "Right, food first, then back to more Jasper and Percabeth." She said heading to the refrigerator.
Maeve started by making a large pot of hot chocolate to last her the day. Then she placed a few pancakes and sausages into the microwave as she set the timer before closing the door. Maeve gasped when she saw her reflection.
She had a small gash on her right cheek. The very same place it had been when she fell out of the tree in her dream. It wasn't a dream... it did happen... Jack Frost...
They're was a loud repeated thumping outside on the back porch that made the 17 year old jump. What the heck could've fallen over that many times that it would make a rhythm?
Maeve walked outside onto the back porch to see Jack casually sitting on the porch railing swinging his legs while he banged the butt of his staff on the ground to match the beat of his humming.
"Um... Good morning." Maeve said leaning against the back door. Jack stopped humming and smiled at Maeve. "Morning." He greeted jumping to his feet. "Told you I'd come back."
Maeve smiled a little. "I didn't doubt you would." She replied stepping out into the cold morning air. "that's a lie saying i thought you where a dream." She thought feeling a little guilty.
They stood awkwardly in silence for an few minutes. What would the spirit of winter want to do?
"Do you -uh- do you want to come in?" Maeve asked gesturing to the open back door. "I mean I'm probably just going to spend the day painting..." "You paint?" Jack asked leaning against his staff.
"Yeah." Maeve replied happy that she had finally said something interesting. "Come on I'll show you."
The Bennett home wasn't anything special in Maeve's opinion. Just a simple 2 floors, 4 bedrooms, a linked entry hall and living room, kitchen, an attic, and a basement.
The 17 year old lead Jack into the house up the stairs into her small art studio on the second floor right down the hall from the bedrooms.
Maeve suddenly remembered she had left food cooking in the kitchen. It'd probably be better if she didn't have to explain to her mom and dad why the house burned down. "I'm going to go get my breakfast, if that's alright with you." She asked. "Sure." Jack said leaning his staff against the wall.
"Thanks I'll be back up in a bit." At that Maeve left through the door and half jogged down the stairs.
It wasn't a very large room. probably the size of two small cars with a window that took up one of the walls. What took up most of the room was two rather old, large tables taking up one side each. On one table was dozens of bottles of paints and pallets as well as a giant box of brushes.
Jack looked around the walls to see they where painted on as if they where canvas. Every section of the wall was covered by large mural, each painted to tell they're own story.
One section had a small teenage Asian girl with long black hair pulled back into a fancy bun with ribbons. she was wearing a bright pink and yellow robes that made her stand out from the tall man and woman, who must've been her parents, and a boy and girl who must've been her older brother and sister.
The family was sitting in a beautiful guardian with all sorts of flowers, trees, with stone benches and structured red bridges that looked like older royal Chinese homes.
The colors seemed to melt away into a different painting. This one, however, had a tall buff girl with her dark brown hair pulled back into a tight pony tail. She was in old fashion military armor holding a sword and shield in one hand and a red flag in the other. Behind her where hundreds of men all dressed in similar armor but with less metals.
The atmosphere gave the viewer an idea that this was an army heading strait for battle. The girl was probably chanting some kind of war cry to rally them all up, because the men behind her showed the same enthusiasm as she did.
Another was a black teenage girl with curly black hair pulled back into a frizzy pony tail hidden under an old hat. What made her automatically pop out, other than the fact she was dead center of the painting, was that she was wearing torn up, older fashion boys clothes with boots and high socks unlike the other women in the background.
She was sitting with a small white boy, about 7 or 8, with bright ginger hair and a face full of freckles. They both looked dirty and pretty thin for their ages with thin out limbs and black smudges all over they're clothes.
They where huddled over a small fire enjoying some food, it looked like soup, from a bowl and what seemed to be an old funny story with four other men. One man was about 30 with dark brown hair and an odd birthmark the size of an apple on his right cheek. The other was about mid twenties and a lot smaller with bright blonde hair and bucked teeth.
Another reminded Jack of a military officer. he had grey hair fixed with buzz cut with a thick scar going across his face. He had to be at least 6'7 and was built to the brim with muscles.
The last guy was completely bald except for the large mustache. he was rather plum for a guy living on the street. He was the only one using the rusted silverware like a "prim and proper gentleman". They too had torn up and dirty clothes. Despite the gloomy, dark atmosphere, they all seemed to be enjoying themselves.
The one right above the painting table was still unfinished but you could make out the picture just fine. It had a girl with long, curly, blonde hair wearing a brown dress with a white blouse underneath along with a white apron tied around her waist. She was dancing with a burnet boy in a brown vest. Thats all Jack could make out of him from the unfinished lines. The two teenagers where dancing in a beautiful green field with flowers of every color from violet to red. an unfinished forest took up most of the background.
He was interrupted Maeve came walking into the room carrying a small tray in her hands with a plate of pancakes and sausages and two mugs.
Jack helped Maeve clear a spot on her table of supplies so she could set the tray down.
"Hot chocolate?" She asked holding up a mug to him. "I didn't know if you wanted any and I'd felt rude if I didn't offer..." Jack never really drank or ate food. Being immortal he didn't have to and often he didn't bother. But it was a kind gesture, and he didn't want to make Maeve feel embarrassed.
"Yeah, I'd love some. Thanks." He said taking the warm drink from her. The spirit of winter looked down at the steaming liquid before taking a sip. An unnatural warmth spread through Jack the moment he swallowed.
He looked surprised down at the chocolate drink in his hand before taking another long drink from it. Maeve, who had been watching, laughed a little. "What have you never had hot chocolate before?" She asked taking a sip of her own drink.
"No." Jack admitted. "I don't usually eat and drink anything. But I really like it." He took another sip before asking: "So can I see some more of your paintings?"
Maeve flushed a little and lead Jack to a rather large canvas that was being held up by 3 canvas stands on the other large table. "This is what I just finished a few days ago." She said waving a hand at the paintings.
Jack almost dropped his drink.
It was a picture perfect painting of the outside view of the Pole, the main entrance to the Warren, and the entire Tooth Palace. each taking up one-third of a section on the canvas.
"It's nothing special really." Maeve said breaking his awe. "They're just places I've seen in my dreams. It's weird though, I can't remember any other dreams. Just these. Oh, and the portraits on the walls." Maeve blushed a little at her confession. She had never admitted to anyone about that.
"Jack?" She asked waving a hand in his face. "Um... Earth to Jack Frost."
Jack blinked. "What-? Oh! Sorry. Wow. That's really amazing." He said looking at the paintings more carefully. "Did you do all these by hand?"
Maeve blushed harder at his praise and nodded. "Yeah. Took me weeks to finish. I'm surprised I could remember them so vividly. Normally I don't have to good of a memory..."
Maeve wished she could duck tape her mouth shut so she'd stop rambling on about herself. She must look like an idiot to Jack.
Jack smiled as if he read her mind. "Do you have anymore?" He asked taking a sip of hot chocolate. Maeve nodded and lead Jack to more portraits she had made similar to the giant one.
"I'm going to have a good talk with Sandy about this." Jack thought.
;I believe this is the last of the remade chapters (thank god). as always thank you for reading and please leave a review!;