The Hidden Spirit

Epilogue

It had been 4 years since I left the guardians, I had watched them as animals that they couldn't tell were me. I mainly stayed in Pennsylvania where my home was, Jamie had grown older but held onto the Guardians being real with his whole heart though he lost memory of me.

After Jamie forgot me I worked at a art academy as a creativity giver to anyone who needed it, I saw Sandman once and awhile but he almost would see me and I didn't need that. I always stayed as a bird in the day and at night I was a cat that wandered the streets, every year when Jack came to frost the areas I tried staying away.

A few times I had visited the North Pole and watched from a window into it, I would visit Tooth's place once sand awhile, and Bunnymund's place was easy to get in to but hard to get out. I hadn't seen Pitch in forever now and the world was in peace, I kept children safe from any disaster that could hurt them.

Though at times I was in Pennsylvania when it was snowy because I wanted to make sure they didn't slide like Jamie did once, I always saw Jack on the statue when I was there the kids would play with him. When ever I was in the park where Jack was I was like a normal 12 year old, I made myself look normal again with a red snake tattoo on my arm instead of black. I would sit on the bench while the others played, some tried to get me to play but I said no all the time.

Once I was drawing in the snow while they played when a snowball hit my sketch pad, the kids gasped and looked over at one kid. I looked up with a glare on my face while I brushed the snow off my drawing, when I looked for who did it I saw Jack toss a snowball at my face. Before I could dodge it hit me square on the cheek, I touched my cheek and looked at my hand, the paint in my hair to make me be seen was washing off.

I got up dropping my stick and sketchpad and I ran, I ran towards the woods away from the park. I heard someone coming but they were too slow because they stopped out of breath, I kept running quickly to a tree. I jumped and grabbed a branch and started climbing, I reached my paints and started doing my hair again, I did my new streak of blue in my hair. I looked normal again, I didn't need paints anymore to be seen but I had paint streaks in my hair to make sure Jack didn't recognize me. I laid down and looked for my sketch pad, only to find it gone.

-Park-

Once all the kids had gone Jack got off the statue and went over to the stick and sketch pad, he picked them up and flipped through the pages, he looked at each one closely. He noticed they had to have been done by a true artist because of the details, he stopped on one certain page. A drawing of him. He flipped more pages and kept seeing him, and some of the other guardians but nothing else.

He heard somebody coming so he put the sketch pad down and the stick then hid behind the statue again, he saw a girl who would always be on the bench grab the sketch pad and stick. She turned and looked at her book, then it clicked in Jack's head who she was.

Creata.

He silently flew away towards the Pole, he had to tell the guardians that he found Creata.

-A Few Hours Later-

I had been flying in the Pole like I sometimes did, I sat down and started drawing I hadn't heard anything but the wind, nothing but the wind until a voice I hadn't heard in 4 years behind me.

"Creata?"