Believe in Me

Alone

I’m really glad UpinTheClouds1285 left the review that they did, it opened my mind a little and helped me figure out how I want to near the end of this story. Sorry for the lack of updates recently, school’s started up again and it’s getting hard to find a good chance to write. Thank you so much for reading this, I hope you all have a really great night.

The snow drifted down in small flutters, some flakes falling while others were light enough on the windless, crisp air to float gently until they molded into the mass of white ground that made up the empty plains. It was beautiful, his favorite place to be. While it wasn’t as frigid as the familiar arctic wastelands that surrounded the Pole it was still cold enough to bite at the skin of humans, to claw and leave rashes on their cheeks and to numb their hands for hours. But he didn’t get any of that uncomfortable pain despite his bare feet being implanted and surrounded to the ankles in the freezing whiteness. He didn’t walk, only stared at the worlds he retreated to occasionally when he needed to be alone in the more recent days where he rarely was. It was safe here. It was his domain, the ice, it was his friend… and even if there were downfalls to being a spirit, there was always a sense of comfort and pride to be surrounded by his soul purpose of being reborn. Words echoed softly into his head, one that didn’t seem to have a voice but were just… there. “It’s safe here,” they would say repeatedly, though the words never lost an inch of relief that they gave to him.

The winds barely blew, for if they did the entire beautiful plains would erupt into a storm that would color his vision purely white. Instead it was calm, and he knew it was cold but only felt a relaxing sense from that knowledge, no pain or discomfort. The skies were a gentle, pale blue, streaked with soft, misty clouds that blocked out the small amount of the sun’s warmth that was allowed to creep into such a frozen place. The only things that weren’t as light as the surroundings were his clothes, his hoodie which was a deeper blue and his pants which were a tannish brown. Everything else, his soft-toned skin, his dusty white hair, even his crystal blue eyes… everything else was the same.

And yet in the distance Jack realized there was another disturbance. It was so far off that he hardly noticed until something caught in the corner of his eye, movement, through the otherwise almost perfectly still area. Curiosity struck hold of him before any warning did, there being no reason to fear as this was a safe place, and the winter spirit felt himself starting to move slowly, warily, towards the motion in the distance. As he drew closer more details started to reach him. A blue dress with long sleeves fluttered slightly with the movements. Black boots left no trail in the soft snows. Raven-colored hair falling over fair skin and decorated with a large blue bow that hung from the side of her head…. It was a girl. He realized how strange it was for someone other than himself to be able to withstand the temperatures they were in so easily, noting that she didn’t seem to be shivering or attempting to leave. On the contrary, the girl appeared to be… dancing.

Her arms were held out, making gentle arcs in the air as if she were swishing something away from her, her legs consistently swirling around, though they left no erotic footprints in the white ground. She spun, swayed, leaped, and yet no movement seemed unplanned or awkward. She was like the falling snow itself, appearing only natural as if she were meant to be here before him, even though her darker and brighter clothes contrasted to everything else around her. The girl didn’t seem to notice him slowly approaching, continuing on before finally she appeared to fall to her knees, though the fall was planned, no slip or a stumble included at all. Her head bowed down, her hair falling over her expression like a curtain, the curtain closing… then she looked up once more.

Blue eyes as bright as his own fixed on him as if she knew he was there, no surprise or questioning etched on her face. Though her dress had fallen into the ice very little of the white powder managed to stain it, like the falling snows avoided her entirely. Her mouth opened just slightly, though there was no puff of visible air like a normal person would exhaust when they breathed. She was just… there. It was as if the environment didn’t attempt to affect her in the slightest. “Jack,” she spoke, and the voice was so familiar that it froze him in place. It was the same voice, the one from the shadow in the dreams he had consistently before, the same exact tone. That meant… “You’re…”