Between The Pages Part 1- Anyna

SQUIDWARRD!

"Anyway, I think Jack realised he was creeping me out and recomposed himself by sitting back down on his throne thing again. He summoned his spooky sword thing, which, and I forgot to mention before, had vanished during his little: "trance moment."
"Let me ask you something. Do you want to stop the tattoos because you genuinely care, or is it because you feel it is your responsibility to sort this out and you are excited because this is the most exciting your job has gotten so far?"
The question took me by surprise and this time, I did step backwards in shock.
Did I care?
Yes. I told myself immediately. I wouldn't want any characters to die or their worlds to vanish. The human world wouldn't be able to survive without them.

Bit drastic. But 'kay.

J. K Rowling would be broke, for example. But i'd just referred to them as characters. I'd just thought about them as though they were people used for our entertainment. Was that right? I wasn't sure.
I didn't dare read his mind to found out which option he considered me under. I wasn't sure I wanted to find out just yet.

Jack looked at me.
"Thought so." He said and his voice echoed around the cold walls.
"Do you know what Fa type I am Anyna?" He asked.
"No." I told him. Which was half true. I'd heard the rumour, but some part of me told me not to believe it. I hoped I was right.
"My trait is Elemental," He told me thoughtfully as he passed me, "Do you know what that means?"
I shook my head, because I didn't. Duh.
"It means, I have a lot of powers." He twirled his the sword.

My stomach dropped. Just what i'd been dreading. My heart beat faster as he walked back with the sword admiring it as though it was something extra special.

Have you heard of Jack Frost, Gila? I thought not, I hadn't really known much either, but I got educated by Amy later on.
Rumour has it, at his Naming Ceremony, the Namer took one look at the spiked silver stubble on his baby's chin and squeaked: "Jack Frost!" so quickly almost nobody caught it and then they fainted shortly after. After that it all deteriorated for Jack. For the entirety of his eight hundred years alive, all he did was murder random people off the street in cold blood in the most brutal of ways. I'm not going to go into it; he was worse than my father, they say. If anyone tried to cross him.... Well, I think you can guess, it's not rocket science. Central took it on themselves to try and stop him a couple of times, but obviously it never worked, so eventually they left him alone. Nobody knew where his castle actually was. I overheard that it's on the islands of the North, but I wouldn't know, it's not like Jack Frost ever told me where we were at that moment in time.

Right okay, where was I....? Oh um Jack having lots of power, right.

"But my powers are limited." Jack was saying.
"Aren't everyone's? I thought. I didn't dare speak. My throat had closed up tightly and I was afraid that if I tried to open my mouth, my voice would come out a squeak.
"My speciality is Glacitry. Do you know what that is?" I didn't answer, too occupied with panicked thoughts on how he was planning to murder me. Feed me to a dragon? Leave me hanging from a crane by my neck too low to die but too high to reach the floor? Chop me in half! Ooh i've always wanted to try that! But then not die, obviously.

Jack sighed.
"You are boring me. Go on, have a guess."
The pounding in my ears seemed to pause as the words sunk in and once again I felt annoyed that he was treating me as though for some sort of entertainment.

The word Glacitry was one I definitely recognised. I had an idea. In fact I had two. It was either the power of ice and stuff because a glacier is ice or it was the magical possession of being able to conjure those Foxes Glacier boiled sweets thingies mum always gets for holiday journeys.

I eventually decided on the option that was slightly more reliable.

"Ice and stuff." I mumbled out.
"So you did know." He smirked and leaned against his throne, "Interesting. Yes, "ice and stuff" as you said. You may have already guessed from our surroundings..." he gestured lazily around him and it occurred to me that he must have been incredibly bored seeing the same snowy white walls every day.
"You are human and Fa are you not?"
Jack stroked his chin like a wise man would when thinking, "I used to know another Moon, you know. Your type are quite interesting."
Jack frowned at me in confusion, I could see he was contemplating something.
I'd like to say I didn't bother asking how he knew my trait because i'm pretty certain we'd both get bored out, if he then said: "I know everything." And then it echoed round the walls eerily again... but unfortunately I was still new to everything back then, so I did ask that question.