A/N: Hmm…

Chapter 13

3rd POV

A piercing cry filled the chilly night air catching Jack's attention instantly. Winter was nearly finishing and Spring was about to start but he still let small frost and flurries fall to create a soft white against the green but not enough to destroy.

"HELP!" A female voice cries, causing Jack to fly faster through the air thanks to the wind. He came to a stop in a forest that was very close to a small village. Black smoke billowed into the sky with flecks of red hiding the red glow but not the warmth.

Jack winced as the wall of heat hit his icy flesh but he wouldn't let that distract him from the pleading frightened voice just in front of him.

There was a woman with flowers in her hair and a long dress trapped under a heavy charred tree and the fire ever growing closer.

"HELP PLEASE!" The woman cried as her eyes reached the winter spirit. Relief flooded her for a second as she saw someone who could help. She didn't know this spirit but she knew he was one, her core told her he was safe and like her.

"You-You can see me?" the boy whispers in shock before shaking his head and flying to her side. The soft rustle of the breeze that came with him caused the fire to burn hotter and move a bit quicker to them. Jack looked at the tree and then the girl, the fire scorching his flesh as he tried to figure out what to do before his energy was spent.

Wincing he looked at the girl and placed his staff on the charred weakened tree. "This might be cold and it might hurt but you'll be free." He says calmly before glancing around at the fire.

"What's your name?" the girl wheezed out as she looked up into the boys blue eyes. They kind of reminded her of ice.

"Jack, yours?" He asks before closing his eyes and focusing on the cold he could barely feel before pushing it through his staff and into the tree.

"Daffodil Glade." She sighs out as ice began to form around her, her foggy mind recalling the boy's name and connecting the dots. Panic set in then as she registered the boy – boy – was the Spirit of Winter… THE spirit of winter made by her mother and Father Frost and he was surrounded by fire to help her foolish form.

"Well Flower, brace yourself." Jack states and waits as he watches the girl beneath the tree stiffen just as he slammed the butt of his staff on the ice causing the tree to crack and crumble; freeing the girl.

A wave of nausea fills him as the fire grew to close that it touched his skin leaving an angry red mark. The wind seeing her boy hurt swirled around him and took him to the air in the safety of her arms and towards the closest snow covered area.

Daffodil cries out as she felt the force on her stomach before the tree shattered and set her free. She gasps and struggles to climb to her feet as she searches for the winter spirit through the bust and smoke only to see his form slouching and carry off towards the sky.

"WAIT!" she cries, pushing herself off the ground into some freshly clear sky only to fall back down when she felt the pain take over into the waiting arms of Summer Heat, her brother of summer. She always found it ironic his name reflected his spirit season.

"I got you." He whispers before disappearing into a burst of warmth and lights. Before Daffodil succumbed to the oncoming darkness she vowed to help her brother of winter. She was in his debt forever now and she was sure he didn't know what he had just done by saving the Spirit of Spring. After all without her, there was no way for Aster to spread his hope for the children he protects and no way for her to bring new life after his season kills the life before to renew the ground for her work.

No, Daffodil new he didn't know what he just did or even knew who she was and with that last thought she succumbed to the darkness with the thought of how pure hearted the winter spirit was.

A/N: I think there needed to be some kind outlook in here somewhere away from angst… well. Did you like it?

I picture Daffodil standing at 5'11 with flowing auburn brown hair with tints of gold braided together with a variety of spring flowers in a flowing green summer dress. A heart shaped face with a kind smile and glittering green-gold eyes. Picture her?

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