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Disclaimer I do not own The Rise of the Gardians I only own Raven.

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Chapter 4: How old are you?

"Because I was there" Raven admitted matter of factly.

Jack was taken aback by her confection. "How old are you?!"

Raven fell into a laughing fit after his little out burst. After a few minutes she calmed down and wiped her teary eyes from laughing so hard. She turned her cloudy eyes to Jack and with a big child like grin said "Didn't you know it's rude to ask a lady her age" She informed the shocked spirit in front of her.

Hearing this Jacks face flushed, "I'm so sorry, I didn-"

"I was kidding, Jacky, I don't mind." Raven said with a gentle smile. "I don't get butt hurt that easy."

"Oh... okay." He said jumping onto his staff. "Well, then how old are you, Rav?"

Raven smiled at the sound of her new nickname, and said playfully "I am over 36 million years old, Jacky."

Jacks eyes widened he fell off his staff right into a pile of snow. Raven ran to him with a worried look on her face. "Are you okay?" She asked as she helped him up and wiped the snow off of him and he looked at her and with an embarrassed giggle he turned to her and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you... So why are you telling me all this? You seem to be the type to keep everything to herself, considering your older then any spirit I have ever met and none of the Gardians have never even heard of you till now. Why meet me here to talk alone when at the work shop you seemed so... mean?"

"Don't sugar coat it, Jacky, I can be a bitch."

"But you're not, I mean you are so nice to me... well you were even nicer to me then the others at the shop, too. Why?"

"Because I like you. You been my friend for so long, Jacky, what do yo-" She suddenly stopped her eyes widen and slapped her hand to her mouth then looked to Jack. "I said too much I need to go. Goodbye Jacky." And suddenly she faded away into thin air. Jack called after her to wait but it was too late.

He dropped on the ice and layed down with his staff under his head over his arms and looked at the sky to the clouds that reminded him of Rav's easy and thought out loud, "what did she mean we have been friends for so long? How do I know her? And why won't she tell me?"

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