Melt for me

Chapter four

                                           **Jack**

I sit on the slanted roof of a villagers house. Inside I can hear the hustle and bustle as the children get ready for bed. Cries of; "I don't wanna," and "One more minute please," can be heard from almost all the houses in Adrenal. The castle sit not that far off, the flags beside it flap in the wind. A single light is on inside, perhaps the library?  I shake my head. This village is so strange. A place where children and people alike recoil in fear from the snow and fun?

I scowl to myself as I remember the mother pulling the boy away from my snow. I mean what happened to these people to make them fear snow so much? The moon sits in the starry sky, casting a light down on the streets below. I stand up; "You brought me here for a reason, why? Why bring me here when its clear I'm not wanted?"

The moon, as always, stays silent, never answering my questions. "You know what, whatever!  I am sick and tired of your constant ordering around and nothing to show for it!" I say angrily. I point my staff up at the moon. "I'm done. I don't care what you say I am going back to Santa's work shop and away from this wild goose chase, why did you ever-"

The moon shines on a street that leads to the forest. A black shadow is running down the cobble stoned street, the echoing sound of feet hitting pavement is very distinct. I frown at the moon, he says nothing but its clear what he intends for me to do. With a quick swear underneath my breath, I take after the figure and into the woods.

I keep my distance, hoping through the trees but always following  the disappearing figure.  Thoughts race through my mind.  Has Pitch returned for vengeance? Some new enemy that I need to be aware of? Or is the moon playing a simple trick on me, leading me just like he lead me to Adrenal?

I perch myself in a large oak tree that looks over a small clearing. The figure pauses as they bring down their black cloak. My eyes widen as I whisper; "Wow."  The figure is actually a girl, with blonde hair done up in a simple braid and chilling blue eyes. She throws her cloak to the side. I lean in, watching with interest. Why is she here alone?

She jumps in the air and lets out a excited gasp. Snow twirls around her like a mini storm.  She can control snow??!!!? "Let it go, let it go, can't hold back anymore. I don't care what there going to say," She sings spinning on the snow and letting intercut designs of snowflakes spiral upwards.  I watch in amazement as she jumps and pirouettes like a prima ballerina. 

"Let the storm rage onnnnn," She sings, holding the last note with her incredible voice. The snow rises up towards her. "The cold never bothered me anyway." With that last line the snow falls to the ground lifelessly.  She closes her eyes and smiles.  I can feel my heart tug a little. 

I want to get closer so I inch towards the clearing  on the branch that I'm sitting on. The branch creaks and some snow drops onto the ground.  The girl spins around, fear written on her face. Her body is tense, ready for a fight. "Hello?" She asks, stepping towards the tree. "Is anyone there?"

Her voice sounds like a wind chime on a windy day. So soft and whimsical. For some reason it gives me shivers. I watch as she balls up her fists. "Come out you coward!" She shouts as she stands underneath the tree that I am in.

I am surprized at her bravery. Most girls I see usually run in fright at the first sound of danger or a threat. But she stands her ground with her tiny fists balled up, ready to throw a quick punch.   I smirk to myself. Maybe I can have a bit of fun. I mean its not like she can see me.

I hang by my feet off of the tree as she turns around I whisper; "Boo."   She doesn't even blink as she punches me in the face. Surprised I fall from the tree, my staff hitting my back when I land on the ground.  "Ow," I groan.