Chapter two
Brian
Brian whooped for joy as he scaled another wave, the watery spray from it drenching him and soaking into his fur. Brian was a pooka, the last of his kind. (So he thought)
He was a seventeen year old teen with light yellow fur and a white underside that reached up to his muzzle and cheeks. He was five foot ten and had bright blue eyes. His only clothing was a pair of plan gauntlets and a pair of fingerless gloves. He never took the gloves off. Right now he was surfing off the cost of Hawaii. He whooped again as he came crashing down from his wave, landing almost on top of a human swimmer.
"Whoops, sorry," he shouted as he turned his board towards show.
The man didn't respond; of cause he didn't, he couldn't see or hear Brian. In fact no one ever saw or heard him. This worried Brian a little bit; one would have thought that after three months of being around them as lest some humans would have been able to see him.
He couldn't explain it but then he couldn't explain most of the things that had happened over the last three months.
He had woken up in a strange bubble in the middle of what he could only describe as a red and yellow ocean. His last memories being of him running though his village as it burned around him.
He had broken out of the bubble and swam to the surface. Upon reaching it he came to the shocking discovery that what he thought was an ocean of water was in fact an ocean of fire, how it hadn't burnt him he had no idea. It came as an even bigger shock when he learnt that he could now inexplicably summon fire at will. He didn't dwell on the matter for long. He had more important things to do. He had to fine the other pookas.
He had spent the last three months looking for them but without luck. Finally, hard as it was, he had come to accept that the others were gone. That he was the last of his kind, alone in a world of strangers. To make matters worse no one could knew he existed. He was felling very, very lonely right now.
Still, he thought as he walked up the Hawaiian beach, things could be worse; he was still alive and able to have some fun.
Brian loved surfing and sky diving and anything else that got one's heart pounding madly.
Once when he was in Japan he had gone into a music store that happen to be playing hard rock at the time. He had loved it instantly.
Brian turned as he heard the blast of a ship's funnel. The ship was a cargo ship with the name, The Warwick, painted on the side. It also had an image of an eagle and the words, New York, beneath it.
Brian had never been to New York and the ship was still close enough to the show for him to reach it if he was fast, which he was.
In a matter of moments he had ran across the beach, swam though the sea and made it to the ship. Quickly he climbed the metal ladder that hung to the side, and stood up on deck.
Brian had a quick look around then leaned on the railings, next to one of the ship's crew.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked.
The man of cause didn't answer, like everyone else he didn't know Brian was there.
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Once he arrived in New York, Brian stent the next seven hours simply exploring the city. He loved the fact that everything about it was so big. He saw cinemas, train stations, jumbo sized shopping centres and of cause the Empire State Building.
Late afternoon found him strolling carelessly towards Central Park. He had heard a lot about the park from people who had passed him by and he was keen to see it.
He stopped suddenly as the air turned from pleasantly warm to freezing. Normally he wasn't fazed by this, all he needed to do was summon up a flame and he would be warm again, but today this weather was just downright annoying. At that moment it began snowing. Snowing in August, this is somewhat weird isn't it?
As he entered the park he noticed a boy about his age standing alone in the middle of it. The boy had on a blue hoodie and brown pants. The pants were somewhat torn and his feet were bare. In his hand he held a strange looking staff.
Brian smiled; the boy was facing away from him and seemed oblivious to the world around him. Brain, knowing this was too good an opportunity to miss, scooped up a pawfull of snow and walked towards him. Closer, closer... Suddenly, at the last moment the boy turned and leaped on him. The boy's hand was raised, about to throw his own snowball.
Brian stared at the boy, dumbstruck. Not only must this human have heard him coming up, but he could also see him, more than that, he was touching him.
Brian saw that the other teen looked just as surprised as he did. They both stared at each other for another few minutes until Brain eventually stammered, "You...you can s...see me?"
The human nodded.
They stayed there for another few minutes, before Brian said, "Are you going to let me up?"
The human teen nodded again and got off him.
Brian jumped to his feet and continued to stare at the white haired teen.
"This," said the boy is impossible.
In a flash it dawned on the pooka what was wrong with the human. This was probably the first time he had ever seen a giant talking rabbit.
Name's Brian," he said with a grin, "and yes hard as it is to believe, giant talking rabbits do exist."
When the other didn't reply, Brian when back to his first question.
"So you can see me?" he asked.
"Yes," the boy replied, "why? can't anyone else?"
"No."
"Interesting."
"What's interesting?"
"Nothing," the human said then added, "Well something but it'll be explained to you better by someone other than me. I'm Jack by the way, Jack Frost, Spirit of winter, perhaps you've heard of me?"
"Spirit of winter," Brian cried in alarm, "A spirit, so you're the reason it's snowing in summer? and you're not human are you?"
Jack twirled his staff in the air, "Answer to the first question is yes. Answer to the second is I was but aren't."
"I see."
"Do you?"
"No."
"Didn't think so," Jack said as he turned away.
"Oh and by the way," he added casually, "I have met talking rabbits before. In fact I happen to know a pooka, if that interests you."
In a flash, Brian grabbed his arm and spun him round, their faces only inches apart.
"You know a pooka?" Brian blurted out, "who? How? For how long?"
Jack stared at him, wide eyed.
"Err...you ever hear about something called personal space?" he asked
Sorry," Brian apologized and let go of Jack's arm.
"Thank you," Jack said.
"You're welcome," the rabbit responded, "now about knowing a pooka?"
"It's true," Jack told him, "I do know one. A really grumpy, annoying, pain in the neck kind of guy."
"So I'm not alone," Brian whispered, more to himself then to the winter spirit.
"Nope," Jack said with a grin, "now do you want to stay here blabbing or do you want to meet him?"
"Of cause I want to meet him," Brian exclaimed.
"Well then come on," Jack said, taking hold of the other's paw and leaping into the air, ignoring the yell of surprise. "I think it's time for you to meet the Easter Bunny."