Chosen Spirits

The Storm Part Two

The storm tugged, pulled, twisted and turned. In a steady yet swift past it grew and grew. If there was only one word Jack could use to describe the storm, it would be monstrous. Compared to the storm, Jack was only a pin prick. A sliver of a fraction compared to its great height  and width. It was so tall, and so great, that the Jack in the screen (and anyone else in the room) couldn't even see the once calm blue sky behind it. As it grew one could swear that it was going to swallow and consume the very ocean itself. This wasn't just a hurricane.

This was a typhoon.

Now Jack didn't know very much about hurricane's or typhoon's or anything of the sort. They only came through warmer waters. But one didn't need to know very much to see that this storm wouldn't only demolish everything in the town. If no one left, if no one prepared...

It would very well kill every living soul there.

Everyone in the room eye's widen. Even when it cut off at the edges, the storm took over the whole screen. Aster however, looked the most shocked "Wha- how- I rememba' every Easter I eva' made, and that storm neva' happened!  And I'm pretty sure I would rememba' a storm like that!"

Jamie gave him a odd look "how do you know its Easter?"

Aster tore his eyes away from the screen and looked at him "I dunno, I just always know the time and date without having a clock or anything. Come's with having 'due date' every year, I figure."

Pippa also looked away from the screen at also gave Aster a questionable look "What year is it then?"

Aster then looked at Jack with a dirty look "Year of 68', I believe."

The Jack in the room gave him a mischievous, yet playful smile "still angry about that, aren't you, kangaroo?"

Aster rolled his eyes, scoffed and then looked back at the screen.

In the screen, the spirit was twisting the entirety of his body along with the storm. Rising and flowing like the great waters around him. His arms cradling the storm with large and thick arms that were wide, so wide that they looked as though if the stretched out they could reach opposing horizons and encompass the very world itself.

The Jack in the screen eyes were wide, as if spellbound by the power and monstrosity of the preparing of the storm. The only thing keeping him in place and not sucking him in the great typhoon. Was his ever loyal friend, the wind keeping him in place with a iron grip, firm yet gentle.

Something in Jack must of snapped back in place, for the Jack in the screen looked as though the weight of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks, and waved his arms, staff in right hand, like a mad man to gain the spirits attention. "Hey, HEY! The storm- Its- your gonna- YOU NEED TO STOP, PLEASE!"

The spirit halted in the preparing of the storm and slide out of his great Typhoon with ease. And like a tsunami, leveled up to Jack in the air like a great wave stopping at the peak. The spirit climbed higher, and higher till he towered over Jack. The wind flew Jack protectively a few feet back, as the spirit leaned towards him, water swishing, gurgling and spewing as he did so. "Do you know, who I am young spirit?"

Nervously, Jack shook his head. But swallowed his fear and looked at him in this grey-blue eye's. "No, but your storm- its going to kill everyone in the town! Rose, Opel, Pearl, Jonny, Hugo, men, women, everyone- they'll all die in your storm! And if it doesn't kill them as soon as the Typhoon hits, all the food, crops and storage will be ruined, they'll all starve! Please, stop your storm..." As he said this, he almost seemed to be begging to the great spirit. Frantic, and dispirit.

For a fraction of a second, sadness seemed to cross the great spirit's watery fetchers. Then his face and tone once again became masked and apathetic. And turned to the typhoon "...my name, is Juracán. Spirit of all of the sea's great storms! It is my duty to create the worlds great storms, the earth has once again called me to do its biding." Then, suddenly, he turned back to Jack "The world has called for a monster. A storm, as I wish it or not is needed." Then he leaned to him "And a storm will happen tonight. Leave, if you wish to spare yourself of the unpleasant sight and the sounds of weeping and screams."

The Jack in the screen opened his mouth argue, then closed it. He, as much as any other elemental or seasonal spirit understood the literally irresistible pull of the earth. When a storm was called for, they had absolutely no choice but to follow through. Or at the very lest, have it subdued to something of equal measure. Only then, would the call be abled to be satisfied. Not only that, but storms, wither the world liked it or not, were needed. Storms brought sudden and needed changes to the environment. Storms, in a chaotic sort of way, brought balance.

A dim hope lit in Jacks eyes "can you make the storm smaller, maybe?"

"No, young one. I'm afraid not."

Jack slumped his shoulders in defat "oh. I see..."

The older spirit gave him a curious glance "Not many, would able themselves to understand what must be done. Who are you, young spirit?"

The Jack in the screen gave a small smile despite the weight of the atmosphere "Not really anyone bothers to know me. I'm Jack Frost, 'spirit of Winter' or whatever." Then he gestured to a empty space next to him "And this is the wind, Spirit of air. They said hi."

Juracán nodded his head "So, both of you are fellow spirits of nature. This explains much." Then he gave a questionable look at 'the Wind' then back at Jack "Pardon my bluntness, and I speak not of the language of wind so I must ask you, Jack Frost. But when the wind came a walking in her physical form in the olden day's. She took the form of a young woman. Yet you refer to her as 'they'. Why?" 

Jack shrugged "I say 'they' because in this form, the wind says that they don't really have a gender in this form. Cause they don't have any body parts or anything so the wind figured it would be 'inaccurate' to be called a he or she. Also, prefers everyone else to call them they." Jack shuffled awkwardly in the air as the spirit openly stared at him "soooo... yeah."

The older spirit, continued his odd look "The wind worked with a-many of spirits. But never have I seen her favor one such as you."

"Um, thanks?" Then Jack looked at the brewing storm, behind the older spirit. His neutral look became one of sadness "... are you sure there's nothing you can do?"

"I'm afraid so, Jack Frost."

Then, the Jack in the screen looked down and lightly crossed his arms. Then, his eyes brightened, but in a strange way. Not one quite of joy, but one of a grave understanding. As he slowly looked at his staff. He stood there for a while, then looked back up at Juracán. Giving him a look that seemed to ask, 'what if..?'

The old spirit's eyes slightly widened at the unasked question "... Are you sure? It would save them. The call would be satisfied. But do you really care for them to put yourself through this? This would be a thankless favor. No one, man nor spirit will see that you have saved these people from my storm."

The Jack in the screen eyes harden from grief to determination "Anything. Is worth it to save a life." Jack raised his staff...

Then a frozen hell was unleashed.

But as the blizzard began to rage, the Typhoon resided to nothing. And the spirit, Juracán, disappeared along with it.  

*Authors note*

Bair with me here, there's one more part! (not one more chapter though, my merciless story telling ain't over yet!)