She had short silver hair that hung long at some places, strangely uneven, as if a two year old had cut it with safety scissors. She wore a short, deep green kimono style dress that was bound at the waist by a thick length of red fabric. The hem of the skirt had odd patterns, and the sleeves were wide, hanging at least half a foot. She wore no shoes, oddly enough. Then there was her face. It was pale and youthful, with a chin that came to a pleasant point. Her eyes were crystal blue, and her teeth sparkled white as she grinned at me.
I snapped back to reality, still dazed by her voice and the sheer shock of this girl believing in me. "Nice to meet you." I said, feeling like an idiot. "Uh, you can see me?"
She nodded, her head bobbed up and down, bringing forth the uneven long strands in her hair. "Yeah. I can see all kinds of spirits."
I tilted my head slightly. "Are you one?"
She hesitated, her eyebrows knitting in thought. She brought up her hand, moving it in a so-so gesture. "Sorta. I'm a Guardian."
Now it was my turn to be confused. "Guardian?" I asked. How could this girl be a Guardian.
She nodded. "Yeah. Why?" She asked, tilting her head.
"You mean like, with, Santa, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, and the Sandman?" I asked.
She smiled, nodding in a bowing sort of manner. "Yup. Don't forget Jack Frost."
My scowl returned at the mention of my old nemesis. "Yeah," I mumbled. "Jack Frost."
She stared at me in confusion for a second before she seemed to understand. "Oh. I get it. You're fire and he's ice, right?"
My scowl deepened. "And also, he's obnoxious and immature." I said bitterly.
Her grin turned to a lopsided frown. "Yup. I can be a little immature too though."
"Well so can I," This was, in every way, a lie, "but none more then him. All he does is start snowball fights and freeze water pipes."
"Yeah. Speaking of which," She said, grabbing her skirt in anxiety, "I have to get back or he'll get mad at me."
My eyebrows knit in confusion. "Why?"
She pursed her lips, scratching the back of her neck sheepishly. "Well he's my older brother and gets a little over protective."
I blinked. "H-he's your brother?" I'd been talking trash about Jack in front of his sister. I wanted to kick myself.
She nodded. "uh-huh."
I sighed, exasperated. "Oh my gosh, you've got to be kidding me." There went my new friendship.
She stepped towards me, releasing her anxious grip on her skirt. "Whats wrong?"
I shook my head. "Nothing. Nothing."
She opened her mouth to say something when suddenly a portal opened up in thin air a few meters to my right. Two yetis suddenly came out, followed by a familiar face. White hair, pale skin, blue hoodie, impish grin.
My teeth ground in anger. Jack Frost.
One of the yetis grabbed Xiola in its hairy hands and shoved her into a red felt sack. What was going on? I stepped forward with fury in my eyes.
"What're you doing?!" I shouted at them.
Jack, who apparently hadn't seen me before then, hid his surprise. Then he nodded at me. "Her too, fellas. Sorry about this, Jessica."
A yeti then grabbed the draping fabric of my cloak in its fist, lifting me off my bare feet. "Hey!" I shouted, reaching up to bat at the arms that held me captive. The next thing that happened was I was shoved into a sack similar to the one they shoved Xiola in. I scowled, kicking and squirming.
Xiola's muffled voice came from through the bag fabric. "Jack. Come on. Is this necessarry?" She asked.
I could almost hear the shrug in his voice. "They gave me two Yeti's and a sack, what did you think I would do?"
"What's going on?" I asked, pushing against the fabric harder.
"This is what happens when I don't come back home before dark." Xiola explained. "Although he never tells me why."
"Yes, but it's different this time. I'm here to get Jessica." Jack replied.
"What?" I repeated in shock.
He blew out an annoyed breath. "Man, you ask a lot of questions. Lets go."
I heard a whoosh, then felt movement. I scowled. "You are the worst, Jack!" I shouted. "I swear, when I get out off this sack, I will-"
But I was cut off by a loud wind and the motion of being released into a portal.
He blew out an annoyed breath. "Man, you ask a lot of questions. Lets go."
I heard a whoosh, then felt movement. I scowled. "You are the worst, Jack!" I shouted. "I swear, when I get out off this sack, I will-"
But I was cut off by a loud wind and the motion of being released into a portal.