24Chapter 1
Charlie Jones laughed as she raced her seven year old brother to the lake. This was his first time going ice-skating, and only her fifth. She slowed a little, as if she were getting tired, and let Toby run ahead. She then stayed only a foot behind him as they reached the small, frozen lake. The two collapsed, heaving for breath, before they finally stood up and got their skates on.
"Just a second, I need to test the ice to make sure it can hold us." Charlie warned, standing up and skating tentatively onto the ice. It didn't crack, so she skated out slowly to the center. Not even a hairline crack. The sixteen year old skated back over to her brother and grabbed his hand, slowly easing him onto the ice. His skates where wobbly under him, but she had a firm hold so he wouldn't fall. "There's nothing to it, it's like dancing." Charlie smiled.
Toby's face scrunched up. "But I'm a boy! Boys don't dance!"
"Well, I consider myself a boy, and I know how to dance." She replied. Then, as if to prove her point, she did a goofy disco dance with her free hand with a crooked grin. Toby rolled his eyes, but couldn't suppress his laugh.
"You're so embarrassing!" She just shrugged and replied, "It's called having fun, and you know that saying, 'Dance like no one's watching.' Now come on! Are we going to stand here, freezing our butts off? Or am I going to teach you how to skate?" And with that, she skated in small, graceful strokes with Toby stumbling behind her.
"Stand here and watch how I move my feet." She ordered, letting go of his hand. Immediately, he fell backwards. They both laughed, "Or sit and watch, doesn't matter." Charlie straightened her white beanie, smoothed down her brown hair, and glided around only using simple movements. Toby watched her carefully, before letting out a little cry as he looked down. She immediately looked up. "What's wrong, Toby?" The boy said nothing, but pointed to where he was sitting. Little cracks were spreading underneath him. Charlie muttered a curse and skated over, trying to keep her weight light.
"It's okay, don't panic. Umm… I know! What about a story? You love stories!" Toby only nodded, terrified. "Alright. There's an old tale about this lake, it originated about three hundred years ago." Charlie skated over back to land and began searching for something.
"It was about a boy, whose name is lost, but was considered a hero. He took his little sister out skating, and his mother told them to be careful. Once they got to the lake, the boy forgot to check the ice. In excitement, his little sister skated right onto the ice." She found what she was looking for. It was a long branch with another branch sticking out of the top of it on the side. "When she was out to the middle, it began cracking. The boy kept a cool head," Charlie skated back onto the pond with the branch, getting as close as she could to Toby which was cracking the ice more.
"He suggested that they play a game and have a little fun. He made his way over to her, barefoot, with a shepherds crook that his father gave to him. He pretended to play hopscotch over to her." She stretched out the stick, hooking it behind her brother. "When she hopscotched nearer to the boy, he stretched out his staff, hooked it around her, and used his momentum to bring her to the solid ice. Unfortunately, he came into her place and fell into the ice. But he had saved his sister."
Then she leaned in a bit closer and finished softly, "They say that if you believe in him, then he'll protect you when you're on this lake. And right now, I believe in him with all my heart, and you need to, too." Charlie got the stick positioned right behind the boy and tugged, sending him sliding back to the shore. Unfortunately, she was stuck in his place now, just like the boy, since her skates had sent her sliding. "Damn it." She muttered, to quiet for Toby to hear.
As the ice cracked even more under the older girl's weight, she couldn't help but send a quick prayer to the spirit who had died there, and did believe in him for just that moment. Suddenly, the air chilled even more around her, and there was a boy standing in front of her. He looked around 17, had snowy white hair, bright blue eyes, a pale complexion, and he was barefoot. He wore a blue hoodie with frost patterns around the neck, sleeves, and pocket, with brown leggings and he carried a shepherds crook.
With a determined expression, he slammed his staff onto the ice. Immediately, the cracks closed. Unfortunately, the force and power of it sent her hurtling backwards, and she hit her head on a tree and passed out.
A/N: Hey guys! I apologize, I need to work on The War Begins, I know, but I just need a break from Greek mythology. So, I've come up with this! I'm sorry that it's so short, chapters will get longer in the future, and this was kind of a prologue.
I love RotG! It's my favorite Disney movie (is it even Disney?) and I'm way too obsessed with it than I should be for people my age.
Oh, and happy Valentine's day!
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~Nanu Kitty