Children Of Frost (Book 1: Spirit Tales)

Prologue

"How could you Winter?" a man said his hair was brown and eyes green. Winter only looked at him. She was getting tired of people thinking they could use their height and weight against her.

"Given your hair and eye colour, you could be a Spring or Autumn spirit," she told him, her voice was flat, but a smile play on her face. "But by the hatred of your voice, Spring. But don't think I know you enough to allow you to call me by my name."

"I was addressing you by your station."

"Ignorance can kill people. Make sure you know who you are talking to, next time."

"Why you?" he said but she had already closed her bedroom door. Not many people could enter her room. They needed to be a Winter Spirit, and they rarely came to bother her, most of them were loners by nature.

"Spring spirit?" a voice asked behind her. Voice stuck between that of adulthood and childhood.

"Jack, how lovely to see you here," Winter said. He was the only one she smiled at, really smiled at. "Tell me, what's going on in the world? Have they given up, or they still saying their all good?"

"You know the guardians, Win," Jack said his short white hair going into bright blue eyes. He looked to be around fifteen years old. "Saying that they'll protect the children of this earth, but you and I know they've failed."

"Yes, Jack. We are walking prof of their failure."

"Why do you let them talk to you like that?"

"They'll learn."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"Jack, to answer your question. I must go back to the start."

"The start?"

"When I was human," Winter said sitting down in her sit. If she knew him, then he wasn't going to leave her alone. "Back to the very first ice age, before the world knew what it was, before the sun... before light and sun spirits were able to win."

Jack looked at her and took his own seat. He wanted to know how she came about, after all, she was the reason he was a winter spirit. The reason that jerk in the corridor was a spring spirit. "You know I'll listen."

"It's a long story." Winter knew about his famous lack of attention. There were only a few things that could keep it. But then, when you lived as long as they had, some things just weren't worth it anymore.

"We have all Spring and Autumn," Jack told her, a smile on his face. "We have three months, then after another three months. You can pick up were you left off."