Flaming Snowflakes: a Rise of The Guardians fan fiction

Chapter Five

This is what I believe: my parents must have been frustrated at that time when I was left at the adoption house. They were poor--or maybe dying ,so they had no choice but to leave me there so I can live normally and be safe. But I did not believed thatmy parents are dead.

The moonlight shone just above my head.I was alone in the forest. All by myself. Jack never returned after the revelation. I didn't expect what happened. It was all out of plan.

"I'm destined to be alone, aren't I?" I mutter to myself. But deep inside, I was talking to the moon. I stared at the bright, full moon casted along with the stars around it.The stars looked beautiful, as it twinkled after each second. I blinked. I know I'm starting to cry again. I don't want to cry again. 

I got up and decided to walk around. I need more time to have peace with myself. As I go deeper into the forest, I quickened my pace. That's when I started to run and chase the moon. It was such a childish thing to do--but I never really cared.

I stopped to a sudden burning sensation creeping inside my chest. I placed a hand on my chest, trying to feel my heart beats. I shook it off and thought it was nothing, so I kept on running. To be honest, I never knew where I was going or where should I go.

But slowly, second after second, my chest tightens and makes it harder for me to breathe. I've stopped running and tried to catch my breath. But unfortunately, the pain lingers and it felt like being strangled to death. "J-Jack," my faint voice whispered. "help me!" 

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I finally got to my senses back again.

But something felt really wrong. I began to receive strange poundings in my head and I just felt really, really hot all over my clothes. I touched myself but I wasn't even sweating. I am not 100% sure that something happened, but it felt like something really did happen. My eyes fluttered as I open it slowly. And that is when I realized my hands are in flames.

I ran for a meter or two, desperate to find a water source. I frantically waved my hands around and patted it on my clothes or even in barks of trees--just to put out the fire, but it was no use. Instead, it spread across my clothes, burning the smooth fabric. Finally, after running for a long time inside the forest, I found a small pond nearby and sighed in relief. I fell in my knees and touched the water.

I gasped as it stung my fingers. 

It felt like being pricked all over and over again. I wondered why but I thought maybe it must be really painful to wash minor burns especially major ones. I tried to deep my hand under the water again--but it was so painful I had to get my hand off of the water. My good left hand touched my right hand and caressed it. But what unbelievable about it is that my hands didn't feel a thing while in fire.

I managed to got up and my vision, which started to get more clearer and clearer, made me see my reflection on the clear water. I suddenly realized I was looking at a terrifying view of the nature around me: there were trees, getting caught in flames; leaves from trees that fell to the ground and already died out; and green bushes that weren't green anymore which also caught my attention. The fire that had scattered wasn't even there a moment ago. Every single plant that I knew existed there had burned out into little ashes that eventually got blown away by the wind. 

Even the flower I held on my hand seconds ago--the flower that reminded me that there is still hope, turned into tiny pieces of fragments I would never get back.

My hands aren't the only things which are on fire--my whole body is. I started to run again--but this time, it's away from the forest. I was afraid, fearing what will happen next. But I felt a voice whisper to me just above the sky, which stopped me from running.