A/N : Hey everybody! So many reviews and input for this chapter! Thanks a lot! And this is horribly late: HAPPY NEW YEAR! I want everyone to have a successful and awesome 2013! Anybody have any resolutions? Goals? Eh, same thing, right? I wanna have a clean room. And grow another inch before turning 17. That's it for now though. :) easy enough, right? Watch me fail miserably. Haha :D and I got to shoot a bow over at my cousin's house, and I kinda suck. What's important about that experience, is that now I know what it feels like, so my writing will slightly improve... Maybe. About the shooting part. :P ok here it is- HOLY CRAP! My brother shot airsoft pellets at my door! Jerk. They're so loud! Ok, NOW here's the story...

Chapter 16

I stepped up, bow already strung with a lethal arrow. I raised the bow over my head ,and grasped the string with two fingers while the white feathers rested between them. In one fluid motion, I pushed the bow down in an arc to align it with the target, and tugged back on the string. The metal bent slightly as the tension became present. My arms had a slight burning sensation from the pressure. I guess even I could feel pain. It was a lot less than what I was used to though. I breathed in, looking down the arrow's length, eyeing the ice target at the tip of the arrowhead. I noticed the distance, and tilted the tip up a bit. I could feel the cool metal of the bow on my face. I exhaled, then barely flexed my fingertips, straightening them, and felt the string rush forward, arrow in tow. The feather sliced harmlessly at my face as it flew by on it's way to the target. The string barely made contact with my hand which gripped the bow, and sprung back to it's original position before the arrow had even hit the target. Half a second later, a sharp *fwick* echoed. The metal arrowhead had lodged it's way into the solid ice somehow.

North and Jack grinned at me, and we all went to the target downrange. The shiny metal tip of the arrow was embedded far into the ice. It had small cracks around the entire contact point, which branched outwards. The entire target was cracked and split into many slabs of ice. North felt the ice, then shoved the entire block over onto its back. It thunked as it hit the snow, then separated into the many chunks of ice. I grabbed the arrow from the shards, and inspected it. It was still as straight as... well, an arrow. I put it back in my sheath, and we walked back to the small garage.

North quickly assembled more targets, not bothering to alter them. They were going to be shattered anyways. After setting up a dozen fresh blocks of ice with Jack, both came back to stand by me.

North nodded at me, and so did Jack. I strung my bow, pulled back with everything I had, then let the first one fly towards its mark. I faintly heard ice cracking, and already had my next arrow loaded. It hit the block squarely, and a chunk fell to the ground. Every target broke with one arrow. A chorus of chaos filled the air as shattering and crackling resounded. The arrows pierced the targets like glass, when the target should have stood against a sword attack.

"Your weapons are special, little one."

I looked at North, and noticed that he still had his throwing knives, as did Jack. Stepping back, I gestured towards the range. There were still some targets standing. North stepped up, and threw his knives through the air with ease. They spun in mid air and klinked into the faces of several targets, each one sticking in. He smiled and let Jack try. He stepped up like a pro, and even winked at me. North shook his head, and rested his face in his hand when he saw how Jack was holding his knife.

"No Jack! You must hold knife like this..."

North showed Jack his own knife, and how he held it by the blade, not the handle. Jack's pale face flushed, and he stuttered.

"Pssh, ya I knew that."

He went back over to his throwing spot, and held the knife by the blade. He raised it, and remembering North's technique, put spin on the knife as he threw it. It tumbled through the air before finding its spot near the center on the target. North clapped for him, and I did too.

"Not bad, Мальчик."

Jack and I turned to face North.

"What?"

"Мальчик."

Jack looked at him with his best "You're kidding, right?" face.

"We no speakedey Russian."

I scolded Jack.

North sighed.

"Мальчик means boy."

"Ohhhhhh..."

"Ya."

We all laughed and waited for Jack to continue his throwing. He decided that throwing knives weren't as fun as icicles though. He conjured up storms of them, and sent them rushing through the air towards the several targets. I asked him how he did it.

"I use the wind."

After target practice, it was around noon, or so North had said. The sun was on the horizon here the whole day. Half the year was light, half the year was dark in the North Pole. Right now, it was summer here. I hugged my arms closer to my body to keep from shivering. North had gone abead of us back to the workshop to prepare lunch. I noticed that Jack was walking beside me back to the main doors.

"Oh, sorry."

He moved a couple feet away from me.

"It's ok, I'm not that cold."

"In that case..."

He came closer to me and bumped my shoulder. I flew sideways into the snow, landing in the white fluff.

"Jack!"

He laughed and doubled over at the sight of me.

My wings were disheveled, and snow was stuck to my hair and clothes. My face was red from the sudden chill, and embarrassment. If I couldn't anticipate a surprise attack from Jack, how was I supposed to fight Pitch?

I waited for Jack to come closer, and saw my opportunity. He offered his hand to help me up, and I grabbed it, pulling him over my head, flipping him into the snow. I saw his surprised face as he passed over me in an instant. He flopped onto his back, and he stared at the sky for a moment, probably in shock.

After a moment, he tried to get up, but found that my booted foot, which was on his chest, wouldn't permit any movement. I stood there, looking like Captain Morgan, waiting for the obvious, an apology. Apparently, Jack had no idea what I wanted.

With an evil grin on his face, he grabbed my foot, twisted it off of his chest, and laughed uncontrollably as I fell onto him. It wasn't a soft landing either.

"Ow."

My muffled voice protested from his hoodie.

"Well, what did you expect?!"

He let out another laugh directed towards me. I lifted my head from his hoodie, then blushed. Talk about awkward. He smiled down at me, and I quickly rolled off of him into the snow. I got up first, then pulled him to his feet. We stood in the silence, facing eachother. He finally admitted defeat.

"Sorry."

I smiled back.

"Apology accepted-"

I flung the snowball at him that was hidden in my hand. His face was the perfect target.

"-not!"

"_! "

He wiped the snow from his once again shocked expression.

He chased me to the door. I was willing to do anything to escape that awkward moment in the snow. Snowball to the face? Definitely.

I flung it open, using all my strength, and ran down the hall to the heart of the workshop. I could hear the wind rushing behind me, growing colder every second. I looked back, and there he was. His face was set and determined. Playful fear tugged at my heart. I felt like a child again, playing tag with my parents. It was an old memory, but a good one. Time to fly. I lifted into the air, above the laughing yetis and wide eyed elves. I pushed my wings harder, until I had made it to the top of the workshop. There were plenty of landing spots in this darker spot. Secluded too. It was a long way down to the bustling below. I found a ledge and landed soundlessly on it. The air grew chillier, and smiling, I retreated to the small corner behind me. I drew my wings up around me, hoping to hide myself better.

"_? I know you're up here somewhere... "

I peeked out from my spot and laughed quietly to myself. Jack was spinning in circles, looking for me. Then, he stopped moving, and listened. He tilted his head a bit, and slowly turned to face my spot. What was he listening for? I held my breath, and felt suspense build up in my muscles. He was getting closer, should I bolt?

I sprung from my spot, wings tucked in tight, and fell. I smiled as I heard Jack rush after me. The air became freezing, and I felt his hand grab my boot. He tugged me back up to the top of the workshop, and I laughed the entire way. It was the most fun I had ever had. He let me go, and we both hovered in the air, laughing.

"Gotcha."

I then noticed the snowball in his raised hand, and covered my face.

"Relax. I'll let ya go. As long as you..."

He pondered what my task would be.

"Eh. What the heck. Just sit by me."

He dropped the snowball, and we watched as it hit some hapless elf on the head far below. I smiled at him, then leaned in and gave him a quick, harmless kiss on the cheek.

"Sure I will."

I took off for the workshop below, rushing through the air, thinking nothing of the kiss. To me, it was a sign of my forgiveness, and an apology for the snowball I had thrown. I paused when I felt the absence of cold air, and looked back up at him.

"You coming?"

"Ya... I'm coming."

He rushed to join me as we headed for the dining room.

A/N : Sorry that Bunny didn't show up yet. New ideas came to light as you can see. So, how bout that kiss, huh? XD oh man, you have no idea what you did to Jack! What do ya think went through his mind? :D