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Rise of the Guardians: Lost Souls (Chapter 1)

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Sitting on her haunches, the hatchling Night Fury looked up at the sky in wonder as snowflakes fell from the silvery clouds.

It was the first snowfall of the year in North America, soft as down on her hard scales and twitching wings.

The snow sparkled against her dark hide like diamonds, slowly hiding the young dragon from view, and she hardly minded.

The pulse of her spark, deep in her heart, was more than warm enough.

Purring softly as the wind caressed her face, eyes half-lidded in contentment, an ear-horn twitched.

A sound rang through the trees, bright and happy, capturing her full attention.

It took a few moments for the Night Fury to realize the sound was laughter.

Curious, she shook the build-up of cold fluff off and trotted towards the source, pupils round and ear-horns perked.

Stopping on the outskirts of a frozen lake, she went still at the sight.

A boy, with bright white hair and sky-colored eyes, was skating.

But, unlike some of the other humans she had seen do the same, he was barefoot and gliding over the ice, the crook of his wooden staff creating beautiful patterns wherever it touched.

The whole scene was like a dream.

In a wave of lightning-blue flame, she was in peace-form, a five-year-old girl with tangled black hair and wide green eyes.

An oversized shirt, streaked with dirt and ragged at the edges, was the only clothing she had, her bare human feet sinking into the snow and large black wings folded tightly over the cloth.

Completely mesmerized, the dragon-child watched as he spun over the ice, the patterns overlapping and creating new designs as they shimmered in the moonlight.

She did not realize she had been inching closer until he spotted her.

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The moment Jack laid eyes on her, he knew.

She could see him.

Those big green eyes stared right at him, full of wonder, and his heart finally started beating.

Oh Moon, she could see him.

The child suddenly seemed to realize she had been spotted, and jerked back, curling into herself with a whimper as if expecting to be struck.

Jack instinctively lowered his staff, doing his best not to look threatening.

Now that the shock was ebbing, the winter spirit could see her more clearly, and the sight made his just-beating heart ache.

She was so small and fragile, no older than five years and painfully thin, the large black sails of her drooped wings only causing her to seem even more diminutive.

It took a few moments before he realized she was whimpering, terrified.

And just like that, Jack Frost made his choice.

“Hey, it’s okay…” He soothed, inching closer to keep from startling the clearly-frightened child. “I’m not gonna hurt you, little one. Just surprised me, that’s all.”

Slowly, she began to uncurl, looking up at him with the tiniest spark of hope as he reached the bank, and he grinned as those cute little ear-horns perked up.

“There’s that pretty face.”

She blushed, but a tentative little smile bloomed across her face that made Jack feel warm.

He wanted to make her smile all the time.

“What are you doing out here all alone, little one?” The frost-boy wondered, leaning easily against his staff. “There must be a warm bed waiting for you at home.”

The smile died far too soon, and this deep sadness took its place instead.

“I-I…I-I don’t h-have a home…” She whispered, voice hoarse and shaky from a century of disuse.

“Don’t have…What do you mean you don’t have a home?” Jack wondered, brow knitting in concern. “What about your parents?”

A heavy silence followed, tears welling up in her eyes, and there was no need for the child to answer.

That just would not do at all.

“Hey now, don’t cry.” He whispered, crouching before her and carefully reaching out to wipe away at the few tears that had fallen. “I’m…I’m alone, too. We can be alone together.”

Sniffling, she peered up at him through damp lashes, hope brightening those eyes to a beautiful jade color.

“R-Really?”

Smiling, the winter-bringer leaned in and tapped her nose gently with the crook of his staff so the girl giggled.

“Really really.”

Her answering smile was sunshine-bright, and Jack laughed as she tackled him in a hug, wings flared back and tail wagging like an excited puppy.

The Moon shone down on them, smiling as moonbeams sang through the night.

Finally, things were coming together
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