Folklore
The school day went on as all other days would have, except the fact that Artemis fell asleep in the worst class to do that in. Mr. Piper's class, he was probably the strictest teacher in the school. All Artemis really wanted to do was rest her eyes for a couple of seconds, which did not go well with Mr. Piper. So there she was, looking out the window as all the buses left. It amazed her that as tired as she was all day, that now she was wide awake. She sighed to herself and stared at her desk, reading the faint writing on it that had been washed and worn down through time. In Mr. Piper's detention, no one was allowed to do anything. But that's what Artemis would have rather done, anything.
Artemis stretched her neck by rolling it in different directing, up, down, left, right...right was where she looked out the window and saw Jack building a snowman, he turned and waved for her to come outside. She rolled her eyes and pretended not to see him, even when he did press his face to the glass. After a while he acted out to her that he had to go, waving good bye Artemis then looked at the clock. Another 15 minuets to go, joy. Tapping her fingers on the desk slightly, she was planning out and determining if she would go to the library, seeing as the rest of her day would be going slow and terribly boring, Sighing to herself she glanced at the clock, two minuets, collecting her belongings in tie she sped out the door at the clock stroke three.
Instead of going to the simple school library, Artemis existed the school and walked the streets of her town to the towns library. Crossing a few streets and down a hill Artemis approached the old fashioned looking building. It was surprisingly bigger to her than last time she had visited it, standing a good two or three stories high. Its Greek swirled columns held up the building in front where stone rounded stairs lead to the big wooded doors. Around the property seemed very relaxing, the left over snow blanketed the ground and on top of stone benches that layed across the lawn. Walking down the small path way and up the steps, Artemis entered the almost completely silent building. Quickly closing the door behind her not to let the cold air in and hot air out.
For the next hour and a half, Artemis found herself reading a few of her favorite children stories. Eventually making her way to the third floor in the "FOLKLORE" section as the sign read in blue caps. Not many people were in this section, especially at the near end of it all. Dist and cobwebs covered a few books. Obviously not even the workers had visited up here in a while, while the section may had been big, it was barely used.
Looking up and down at the marvelous book shelves she failed to notice a giant spider web in front of her, luckily the spider was off somewhere...possibly dead. But unfortunate to Artemis as she walked straight into it, flailing about, she almost yelped as loud as she could if not being in a library. Stopping herself, she hastily got the translucent webs off of her. Unknowingly going farther and farther into the behind shelves. Bumping into the dusty old framed wall she looked behind herself, then around, finally aware of her location. Heading froward she would have left and gone to another section if she did't notice a book on the floor. It was open with its pages facing the cold floor, picking it up, whipping away the massive amount of dust, she managed to make out a gold printed name against the brown sultry fabric.
Guardians
Flipping through the pages she saw pictures of the so called "Protectors of children", stopping at a particular page that read out. Jack Frost, she then skimmed the following faded passages. Catching words like Cold hearted, Guardian of fun, and lonely spirit. She wanted to then start from the beginning of the page if it weren't the sudden voice of an old women that made her flinch and close the book, as if she was reading something she shouldn't have.
"Are you alright young lady?" The women asked, she was wearing a long robe like dress, with a half jacket on to keep her shrill bones at bay. Her wrinkled face looked at her with a bit of worry, as the smallest of gray curls hung by her face. Nodding, Artemis then began.
"Can i check this out?"