It was dark outside and everything was dark. It was always so beautiful to see New York city at night, with all of the lights shining and gleaming. And then there were also the people walking around, going home from a party, a business meeting (Even though it was at least one in the morning).

It was from a tall office building that Sophie observed this life.

When she was younger her... mother had often talked about New York city, saying that her father had went there when she was far too little to remember. Sophie had asked, why he hadn't come back. The mother had become a bit teary and told her:

'He was following his dream sweetie, and we're not a part of it.'

Her father hadn't wanted children and had left to New York when she was around a year old and Jamie was five or six. Whenever Sophie had tried to bring it up her mother would start to cry and tell her to go to her room. And then there was the fact that her mother had stopped caring about her family and spent most of her time away from home.

When the green eyed girl was younger there was a man in her life and it had been her mother's boyfriend who she had called daddy. It hadn't taken long for her to dump him, or was it the other way around?

Sophie mulled in her thoughts as her feet dangled off of the edge of the building.

She could still remember their final fight, how he had smacked her so hard that she had fallen on the ground and bounced her head against the tile kitchen floor. She remembered Jamie screaming and going for the phone while she had simply stood their looking at her mother who was unconscious.

The green girls eyes had been blurred over and her face had been emotionless. She had no feelings for this woman, she didn't see much to worry about when her own mother had gotten hurt.

What did that say about her?

Did it mean that the future avatar of hope had been desensitized to blood and death even then?

Or was it that Sophie just had no more feelings toward the woman that was supposed to be her mother?

The girl had simply turned her back and walked with steady feet up the stairs and to her room.

Sophie's eyes were dull as she walked up the stairs. She heard her brother calling for her.

"Sophie! We need to help mom!" The girl called out stopped on her place with both feet on the same step and her hands on the bars of the stair case.

She had tilted her head before slowing her head around. Jamie's eyes had widened when they saw the impassive and uncaring face that she had possessed.

"What... what is wrong with you!" The eleven year old boy had cried out, looking to his sister in confusion in horror.

"Our mom is on the floor bleeding and you're going to your room?! What type of freak are you?" Something had died in her heart when Jamie had said those uncaring words.

She was a freak wasn't she?

Sophie turned back around as she heard the sound of an ambulance coming closer to the house. She had stared at the ambulance as it pulled her mother who was hooked to a breathing mask into it.

"Am I a monster for not feeling anything?" She had whispered. A black gloved hand was placed on her shoulder.

"No, it only means that you have detached yourself from your family. It will make leaving all of this behind much easier for you." She hadn't turned around to face the taller man whose face was shadowed.

"But she is a human being... should I have not felt anything? Any sorrow?"

"You know she will come out of this alive and nearly completely unharmed, that is why you do not feel anything. There is no reason to. This is your gift, to see the life that someone is to live ahead of them. It will help you determine who will live and who is better off dead."

The girl continued to look outside with a stoic face. She saw her brother try to get into the back of the paramedics with his mother but they wouldn't let him and instead they forced him out and told him to stay on the sidewalk. The boy stood there as they drove out with shaking shoulders and tears flowing down his cheeks. Sophie looked down sadly before turning away.

"But does it matter?" She whispered.

"...No." Sophie was used to his insensitive outburst now and then and she had learned to not take them to heart anymore.

After that things had changed completely. The man had left the house before their mother came back and Jaime wouldn't look at her. They went by their daily motions impassively. That was the year Sophie was supposed to start school and she ended up not going because her mother didn't force her to go.

Her mother hadn't really cared anymore. She had ended up falling into a depressed state and wouldn't leave her bed at all. Not to cook, not to work, nothing.

Jaime had to take up the responsibly of going to work to care for them and even then, he didn't care much for the problems Sophie was having. He didn't realize that she was having problems. Jaime didn't even buy her a birthday gift for her seventh birthday, he had forgotten it completely.

There was, however, something that kept Jaime more sane than she. That was his friends. No matter how hard things got they were always there for him. So who was there for her?

A fear avatar with a personality disorder and a thing for cruel play.

Not the best person to grow up with.

The man, as said before, was cruel and often teased and taunted her for things that she couldn't control. Like having a dead beat mom and fucktard dad. At first Sophie cried over his cruel words and taunting silver eyes but later on she learned to ignore the hurt that those words brought and detach herself emotionally.

Back to Jaime, they had become so distant that they rarely talked to each other, if ever.

However, there were times when Sophie did want to hang out with Jaime but...

Sophie sat on the floor with her porcelain jars of paints and an old fashioned brush in her hand, drawing patterns on a thick piece of paper. She was nearly seven at this point and she hadn't had a real talk with Jaime in weeks. Maybe they could have some fun together? He did like drawing when he was younger didn't he?

She was in her room at the time and he was away on 'duty' which she was glad not to know what the 'duty' was at that point. She had gotten up and walked downstairs after unlocking her door. These days it was always locked just in case her mom wanted to come in when she was in a fit of rage, talking about how it was her shit of sad excuse children that she was like this and then promptly go back to bed and cry for the next few days. She was prescribed meds but she never took them and no one (though Jaime did try) forced her to.

Anyway, she had gone downstairs and found Jaime working on some homework for school. For some reason she became very nervous.

"Umm...Jaime?" The boy didn't even look up, he simply hummed as he continued to work on his homework.

"Will you...umm...will you play with me?" The girl squeaked out and when Jaime didn't reply she kept on going.

"I know that you liked drawing when you were little so maybe, uhhh maybe you'd like to paint with me?" She stammered with each word as she rocked back on the balls of her feet, her hands clasped tightly in front of her.

"Another time Sophie," was the only answer provided to him.

Her eyes widened before they narrowed defiantly.

"Come on Jaime! Let's play-" When she reached and grabbed his arm he jolted out of his chair, knocking it down.

Sophie stared at him with wide eyes and one hand held up in a reaching position while Jaime looked back at her with frightened eyes before looking away. It didn't make any sense. Did Jaime... fear her?

"Jaime...?" She whispered and he winced. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Just go Sophie." He refused to meet her eyes.

"Jaim-"

"Just go!" He screamed and she reeled back, hitting the wall behind her.

Her brother had never been like this before... but it was the last time she ever talked or approached him first, she knew that for sure.

Looking back on it, it still confused her as to why Jaime had looked so terrified. Had she done something wrong?

Back then Sophie had a very limited view on reality, but not what most with a limited reality had. And then there was how she still lived by that reality today...

She didn't truly understand the concept of love.

She didn't understand what it was like to have the feeling directed towards her, she had forgotten.

She knew the feelings of hope, hopelessness, and joy but... love? Not so much.

She didn't understand the feeling of loss, of regret. Everything could be replace couldn't it?

She knew both the Guardians and the Avatars lived by certain morals, though Avatars tended to have much... different morals then Guardians, but Sophie seemed to top the cake.

Sophie was happy to bring hope to a child, she always was, but then she always thought, Why? Why should she put hope in a child who will grow up being just as miserable as when they were younger?

Having an Avatar of fear by your side and telling these things and worse didn't help much...

But it did help open her eyes to a different reality then most would like to admit was real. This was the reality she was destined to live in for eternity, the life of an immortal being.

To her a death of a human life was nothing but a small lapse in a line of eternal continuous, at least it would be once she hit fifty... or maybe one hundred.

At this point she could already feel herself becoming detached to the humans of this world. She wasn't there yet but she was getting there.

"Sophie, what are you doing?" And the only thing that could stop it is that annoying sprite behind her.

Sophie sighed before turning around to face the person who was obviously following her but was pretending otherwise.

"Snowflake... what did I tell ya about leaving the burrow by yerself?" A small laughter was heard.

"Not to." Smug little brat.

The girl was now around nine and had taken on a fairly different look from when she was younger.

Emma still had the same white hair with black tips (though you could see that the black tips only covered less than when she was younger) but her eyes were now a crystal blue, not a hint of the previous color showing.

She wore short white jeans and her legs were tied with thick brown string material like Jack had on his forelegs but these crisscrossed along all of her legs and under the white pants. At the bottom they were tried in a bow and the strings dragged on the ground for at least three feet. On top she wore a blue sweatshirt with a hood. She was also barefoot as she walked along the edges of the building until she was standing right beside Sophie and looking down on the city.

"Sit down before they think that yer' a jumper," Sophie stated and the girl sat down dangling her bare feet in the air.

"Why are you ya here?" Sophie asked not looked at the younger.

"Because I followed you!" The girl giggled and Sophie groaned putting her face into her hands.

"Now, why are you here?" Emma asked.

"I'm here because I want to be," the woman deadpanned and Emma pouted.

"That's not fair! I told you why I was here!" The girl leaned away from Sophie, moping.

"You're a simpleton. It don't matter."

"What is a... I bet that word is you mocking me isn't it!"

"Of course it is."

"Damn it kangaroo!"

"Do I look like a kangaroo ta ya mate?!"

"Yes! You got the big ears and the accent!"

"BIG EARS! YA WANT ME TA'AH PULL ON YER EARS?! I CAN MAKE THEM GROW TEN FEET!"

"Ahhhh! No! Get away from me cotton tail!"

"Now yer askin' for it!"

Despite how annoying the girl was... she was Sophie's closest friend and companion. Emma made Sophie feel... like she wasn't alone.

"Get yer white ass over here Frost!"

"Was that a challenge?!"

"No! How- Just get over here!"

Definitely annoying.

How many people are happy with how I ended this?

I felt like I needed some comic relief at the end so there it is! I was honestly originally going to make it so that Sophie and Emma had a perfect BFF relationship but... nope, not going there. So I'll just give them a sibling relationship :D

Oh by the way, I have two things to say so listen up!:

1. You know how I said silver eyes instead of red? I did it on purpose so I'll leave you to guess what that means.

2. About the previous chapter... I'm sorry lol, I just got that amazing idea for a one-shot and it came out! And don't worry! It didn't spoil Emma's role in the world because honestly, who wouldn't freak out at seeing a glowing girl in the sky with balls of light surrounding her as music resonated from her entire being?

So, telling me what you think and comment! :D

And I also drew a picture of the Avatars which I will make the new cover so please tell me what you think :D

Reviews:

MyHeartsDesire: ^^; Yeah, random, I know. But I had this one-shot in my mind so I had to get it out.

rats xp: Thank you :) Your reviews always make my day :D And for the previous chapter, I put that in there because I think that the movie emphasized Jack's use of his staff and so... what would happen if you took that away? (Or at least one of the abilities that comes with the staff, this is what I see would happen with a girl that is learning martial arts and racing with one of the fastest beings on the planet :))

Night-Fury1: Thank you :D

Okay, now onto the notes of what I should do for the next chapter!

Hmmm... I will give three options!

1. More info on Sophie's back story (like on her training and how she became so jaded)

2. Some relations and attempted bonding throughout the whole Avatar team? (The other Avatars getting to know the Frost Avatar)

3. The Guardians meeting with the Avatars for one reason or another and meeting the Frost Avatar (Bunny and Jack have already met her but the others haven't) and basically her acting like a little shit XD (Fighting with Sophie, messing with the elves, and acting like Jack)

Warning: Not proofed (One am is the perfect time to type *note sarcasm)