The first time Annie used the colors for anything particularly useful, she was in shock. It was accidental of course but it happened. She had moved something with the colors. She had no idea.

It was during the later months of her wandering and she was doing just that. Wandering. It had been her usual day; walking aimlessly around the village visiting people she cared for. She had been in her father's cottage at the time, leaning up against the small tree stump they had used as a table. He was outside of the cabin skinning and gutting a rabbit he had hunted that morning. He did this every evening. Got home covered in dirt and blood, prepared the meat, saving most of it and eating what he wanted. It was a routine.

She had noticed something about her father in the last few weeks that she had been visiting. Instead of that constant aura of depression, sadness, and anger, there was a hint of happiness. It started out small, just a dash of it before the emotion grew to be almost overwhelming, leaving her emerald eyes dry. Annie was, of course, proud and happy for him but the nagging curiosity refused to leave her be. What had him so happy?

"Maybe I'll just go see what he's doing" Annie thought as she laid down in a soft bed of grass outside of the village it was beginning to get a bit chilly and she had wanted to lay in the sun. What could he possibly be doing that made him so happy? So she stood and began to walk the way back to her father's cottage; touching the plants she passed, causing them to spring up from her excitement. It did not take long to get to her front door, twenty minutes at most. It didn't seem long at all to someone who is immortal. She phased through the door easily though the act always left a tingly, stinging sensation. Her head turned left towards the stump table, feeling another person before seeing them. Her father was there but he was with someone. A woman. She was absolutely beautiful. Her chestnut hair was soft and long and her facial features were rounded perfectly. She looked to be older, like Annie's father, with small wrinkles around her face. It made her look imperfect, thus adding to her perfection. If that made sense. Her father's aura nearly blinded her with the joy he felt and Annie couldn't help the small grin that spread across her face.

Annie understood now. Who wouldn't be happy to have such a beautiful creature in there life? Annie was overjoyed for her father; some of his glowing emotion spilling into her own energy and she soaked it up willingly. He had finally found someone to make him happy and forget his losses. When the women leaned over to give the older man a kiss on his cheek; both Annie and her father's auras exploded. This is how the small cup on the table between the two slipped a bit and shattered on the floor. Annie stepped back a bit in surprise. Had she done that? No one was even touching it, how? Annie left then, leaving her father and the woman to clean up the scattered tea and shards. She could move things? Well there is something she wasn't told. Annie giggled a bit at the thought, who would have told her?

Annie spent the rest of the day in the clearing with the pond practicing her new ability. She nearly gave up more than once. It took so much strength to move anything if she didn't have enough energy. She started with a small rock placed in front of her. She would sit cross-legged around two feet away from the rock. The more she concentrated, the more the colors swirled around the rock. They seemed to get more dense as she thought. Finally, when she believed she had the appropriate amount of energy and density around the rock she would lift it. This was the hard part for her. How do you move something that wasn't part of you? You make it part of you. Annie was already a part of the colors, she knew that. But she hadn't taken advantage of that.

It had taken a total of six days to perfect her little trick. Annie could just think about something shooting up into the sky and it would . Even the heavier objects would follow her orders, though they were a bit harder to mentally lift. Soon enough she was lifting anything she wanted. Trees, boulders, people.

Non-solid objects were the hardest. They would leak through the cracks in her energy shells that were tough to effectively repair. It was a lot like trying to securely hold water in your closed hands without it leaking out which was near impossible. It was eventually fixed by adding additional layers of energy. Annie was ecstatic. She could move anything. What exactly she needed to move, Annie didn't know but what a skill to have.

The next amazing feat she practiced was using the colors to move herself. She did it just how she would move anything else; she visualized it, starting with a inch and making her way up. All was working well until she got to about five inches. Maybe she went a bit too high or got a bit too excited, but she shot into the ground hard, nearly breaking her neck in the process. "Jesus!" She had nearly died...again! Maybe she'd try again tomorrow. Hopefully she won't die.

"You really should be more careful." Said a charming voice from above her.

This chapter is short and kinda dumb so I'm super sorry I just needed a way to introduce Pitch into the story without him being terrifying and evil. Next I want to clarify a few things that might be kind of confusing, or maybe not, whatever.

- The colors Annie sees are not assigned to a specific emotion or anything, just rainbow mish-moshes of color. You know when you open your eyes in a pool a lot and everything that reflects light is super rainbow radiant? Think 60's.

- Annie is sixteen currently in the story which understandably is pretty young but I wanted her to be young. Jack was 18 when he died in my imagination and I'm guessing that pitch was probably in his thirties, forties. So all the pairings I will be doing are a tad bit weird. They are a lot better than before though, she used to be fifteen.

- Jack will come into the story later.

- So will the rest of the guardians

- Please review seriously. People have been reading and following but there are no reviews. Please help me out here.

- ALSO, if you would like to help be out with the story, leave a review explaining what you would like to happen and I will be happy to take into consideration.

Listen to Almost There by Anika Noni Rose (Princess and the Frog) Because I like that movie.