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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐕: 𝐀 𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓
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44 | JONAH FLYNN

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2 YEARS BEFORE THE PRESENT
DAY

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DISCLAIMER:
This is a very long interlude regarding Jonah's familial background as well as his background with Winter. It can get confusing in the beginning pages; however, just try to hang on as best as possible. It is important to read this and understand it to a degree because Jonah's heritage is going to become more important as the story leads on. However, it is not necessary so if you truly want to, this interlude can be skipped. Anyway — happy reading!

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   TO understand Jonah Flynn's story, then one must go two generations prior. Now, this story is full of inconceivable happenings, extreme complications, spectacular wonders, and the impossible. It is important to pay the utmost attention and listen to every word carefully, for this journey is one that someone may very easily get lost in.

And so, we begin Jonah's tale—the story of TRON, when it first started almost fifty years ago.

Back then, Kevin Flynn (Jonah's grandfather) is a young and gifted programmer who once worked for the software mega-corporation ENCOM. Flynn created several video games on the ENCOM mainframe while working after hours with the aim of eventually creating his own gaming company. Before he is ready to present his projects to senior management, his work is stolen by another programmer, Ed Dillinger. Dillinger locks Flynn out of the work system and goes on to present the games as his own work, thus earning himself a series of promotions.

Fast forward three years, Dillinger has acquired the senior executive title for ENCOM and fired Kevin Flynn. Kevin was forced to open his own arcade instead, an arcade that features several of his stolen games.

In an attempt to get the evidence he needs to show that Dillinger stole from him, Kevin breaks into ENCOM in order to hack into the mainframe for the proof. However, and this is where things get tricky, a relatively new program titled the MASTER CONTROL PROGRAM now runs most of ENCOM.

The issue with this program is that it is artificial intelligence constantly evolving, but as it evolves it becomes more... ambitious. And with this heavy ambition came danger.

It would seem that certain people's fear of computers and robots taking over the world almost happened. The MASTER CONTROL PROGRAM was slowly on the path to world domination.

At the time; however, Kevin Flynn did not know this. He found out while attempting to hack into the system, it was MASTER CONTROL PROGRAM that stopped him.

As Kevin Flynn sat within one of the main computer rooms of ENCOM, a room where very valuable data was held, a voice echoed out.

"You should not have come here, Flynn," the voice was deep and robotic.

It had Kevin raising an eyebrow and tilting his head. He was not someone to scare easily though, in fact, he could be rather cocky at times.

"Hey, it's the big MASTER CONTROL PROGRAM everyone's been complaining about..." Kevin snickered, continuing to type furiously, "a little buggy, aren't yah bud?"

"I cannot allow this, Kevin Flynn," The robotic voice echoed, but Kevin ignored it.

"C' mon bud, it's all in good fun," Kevin stated, his fingers itching as he got closer to completely hacking into the mainframe.

"I am warning you, Flynn. Stop now, or I will be forced to put you on the gaming grid to be derezzed..." the threat was odd and chilling, but Kevin could give less of a shit.

"You want a game? I'll give you a game. How 'bout you suck my—" Kevin Flynn was unable to finish his sentence, for a laser shot out of nowhere, and suddenly he felt himself dematerializing.

That's right. He dematerialized.

The long story short is that Kevin had been shot into the digiworld, a world many never thought existed. The grid. A digital frontier. Sure, people have always tried to imagine or picture clusters of information moving through the computer.

What do they look like?

Ships? Motorcycles? Are the circuits like freeways? People dream of this world, a world that they would never see. But not Kevin Flynn, because on that day—he got in.

It was something that Kevin Flynn would never forget. A dark background, but everything was light upon light upon light. Pure light suits are what he along with every other being came in automatically, and you rarely took it off in fear of the darkness.

At first, Kevin thought that the others were human, like himself, but he was vastly mistaken. For the others were programs, different computer programs, and anything in between, all mingling in this digital world as though they were alive.

Which in this place, they were alive.

Flynn and a number of other Programs are soon taken to meet one of Dillinger's programs, a hack named Sark. Sark tells each of the Programs that either they can join the MASTER CONTROL PROGRAM willingly, or they will be forced to compete in gladiator-style games that will result in their eventual elimination.

Each Program (which would be considered people to the grid) receives an identity disc that stores their actions and experiences and also doubles as a powerful weapon. On their way back to the holding pen, Flynn sees Tron fighting a number of other Programs, and he is told that Tron fights for the Users.

Users are, Kevin figures, essentially the people in the real world. We, the people who create programs and everything else on the internet. Funnily enough, the programs created by us tend to be more like their creators than anything else.

Tron is a protection program, made to fights against any bad viruses, programs, or any other threat to Users.

During the games, after watching multiple programs fight to the death (or deresolution, as they call it) Kevin managed to escape with Tron. Together, after the entire system erupts in chaos at their escape, they fight against the MASTER CONTROL PROGRAM.

Once the MASTER CONTROL PROGRAM is defeated, Kevin is sent back to the real world with the proof he needs against Dillinger, the MASTER CONTROL PROGRAM is no more, and the system is once again free of the tyranny caused by the MASTER CONTROL PROGRAM.

TRON now protects it.

Dillinger was fired for his unethical crimes against Kevin, and Kevin was rehired as the executive for ENCOM.

The end.

Actually not really, because this is where more complications arise, so get ready.

Flash forward seven years, and Kevin is now CEO of ENCOM with a son, Sam Flynn. Kevin told Sam stories of the digital world, which he now often visits. Tron, his friend, stays to protect the system along with a new program whom Kevin created: Clu.

Clu is essentially a doppelganger to Kevin within the digital world. Physically, there is no difference between them. However, Clu was created for one purpose, and that purpose is to help Tron and Kevin create the perfect system.

It was one night when Kevin had told Sam stories of the digital world and the protector Tron, as he often did. No one thought any different of it, for this is how things usually transpire. Kevin leaves for work that night, but the difference this time is that he never returns. This devastating event has not only jeopardized ENCOM's future but has also left Sam as an orphan.

Moving about 20 years into the future, where the now-adult Sam breaks into the ENCOM tower and steals ENCOM's newest operating system OS 12, releasing it online as part of his annual prank on the company. After being chased to the top of the tower by a security guard, Sam reveals himself as the major shareholder of ENCOM, then he attempts to freefall off the tower only for his parachute to snag onto a traffic light. As he tries to reach his motorbike on foot, he is arrested and is eventually released a few hours later.

Sam returns to his apartment where he meets one of his father's old colleagues and close friends, who tells him about a page he received from Kevin's office in the arcade, which has been disconnected for over 20 years. Reluctantly following the tip, Sam locates a hidden doorway behind the arcade's TRON system which leads him to a secret workshop. He begins searching through his father's computer and unknowingly activates a digitizing ray that transports him into the digital world. As the confused young man steps out onto the Grid, he is captured by a recognizer, and the programs within assign him to the games.

He is then taken down to the armory sirens, to be clad in light armor and given an identity disk.

"Attention Program: you will receive an identity disc, everything you do or learn will be imprinted on this disc. If you lose your disc or fail to follow commands, you will be subject to immediate deresolution."

He arrives in the Disc Wars Arena which he narrowly survives, only to face Rinzler in the final round, who recognizes Sam as a user after seeing him bleed. The Grid's leader, who has been watching the events from a Command Ship, has Sam brought to him. As the two talk, Sam believes at first that he is speaking to his father, before realizing it to be Clu, who Kevin had described to Sam as being "...made in my own image."

Remember, Clu was made by Kevin and took after him in every single aspect physically.

Clu has Sam sent to the Light Cycle Grid, while a masked woman watches them unnoticed. Sam is given a baton and teamed with several other programs in the ensuing duel against Clu and his followers, but ends up as the sole survivor of his group. He is saved from deresolution by the stranger who, while driving away in a Light Runner, introduces herself as Quorra.

She takes him to his father's safe house, where Kevin, who explains that he was working with Tron and Clu to make the Grid into a "perfect" system. However, a brand new type of program manifested itself within the Grid. These "Isomorphic Algorithms" - or ISOs - were the miracle Kevin spoke of before his disappearance, and he felt they represented the revolutionary potential to "change the human condition". Clu, however, saw the ISOs as an imperfection within the system and felt betrayed when Flynn chose to embrace the ISOs. Clu betrayed his friends in order to take control of the system and purge it of all ISOs. Tron fought for Flynn and was never seen again. Flynn remained trapped in the Grid when the portal back home closed on him.

Later, Sam argues with his father as he believes they can still make their way to the portal - which will remain open for eight Grid-world hours - and return home, but Kevin objects, citing that this is exactly what Clu would want: a prime opportunity to steal Kevin's identity disc, the "Master Key" that could give Clu complete, unrestricted access to the Tron system.

Sam decides that if he could at least make it to the portal, he could shut down Clu from the outside. Quorra sympathizes and sends Sam to find a program named Zuse, who may be able to help Sam. With his mind made up, Sam takes off in Kevin's Light Cycle. Later in the night, Kevin finds Sam missing and resolves to come out of hiding to go after his son. Sam abandons Kevin's Light Cycle in the city, where Clu's operatives are able to trace its point of origin to Flynn's safe house in the outlands. However, Clu finds the refuge abandoned, having just missed Flynn.

As Sam explores the city he crosses paths with one of the sirens who armored him before the games, she offers to take him where he needs to go. At the End of the Line Club, Gem calls on club-owner Castor who reveals himself to actually be Zuse.

Zuse, a self-interested program, betrays Sam to Clu, who arrives to apprehend him. Quorra and Kevin arrive in time to intervene, but Quorra's arm is derezzed in the ensuing brawl and Kevin's disc is stolen as the trio escape.

Kevin and Sam argue over their next course of action, deciding to take a Solar Sailer to the portal. As he repairs Quorra's arm, Kevin reveals her as the last surviving ISO. Upon awakening, Quorra and Sam begin to show more interest in each other. She speaks about how she met Kevin, as well as her desire to see the real world. When she asks Sam to describe a sunrise, he compares it to her: "warm, radiant and beautiful".

Unbeknownst to them, the Solar Sailer's course is diverted, taking them instead to a massive Carrier Ship, The Rectifier, where they discover that Clu is forcibly repurposing programs in order to form his own army. As they try to find an escape, Kevin recognizes Rinzler as his old friend, Tron, who was repurposed by Clu.

Quorra runs off from the Flynns to distract the approaching Rinzler, getting herself captured and then presented to Clu. Upon recognizing her as an ISO, Clu threatens to have something special in mind for her, before dismissing Quorra and Rinzler.

As Kevin and Sam debate their next move, Clu addresses his army of repurposed programs, revealing his grand plan. Having secured Kevin's disc, Clu is now able to take his carrier and army to invade the real world in order to "perfect" it. While Kevin seeks transport for their escape, Sam makes his way to Clu's Command Ship for Quorra and Kevin's disc.

After a failed attempt to quiz Clu's henchman on Quorra's whereabouts, Rinzler returns to the Command Ship with Quorra and engages Sam once again. Sam emerges victorious, disarming Rinzler and leaving him hanging over a ledge. Sam and Quorra use a Tron chute to make their escape, meeting up with Kevin on the flight deck. Clu returns to his Command Ship to find the disc gone and derezzes Jarvis for letting them escape. Clu, Rinzler, and his Black Guard then give chase in their Light Jets.

Sam and Quorra manage to blast all the Black Guards out of the sky, leaving only Rinzler and Clu in pursuit. When Kevin makes eye contact with him, Rinzler begins to regain his memories as Tron and abandons the chase, leaving the frustrated Clu to pursue them instead. Tron intervenes, knocking Clu out of the sky. In free-fall, Tron readies a second Light Jet, but Clu wrestles it from him and goes after the Flynns. Tron is left unconscious and sinking into the Sea of Simulation.

As the trio heads towards the portal, Kevin asks Quorra to do something for him. Clu awaits them as they reach their destination and confronts Kevin, insisting he was simply following the directive programmed into him, that it was Kevin who betrayed his promise to make a perfect world together.

Kevin accepts the accusation, apologizing for setting Clu on such an impossible task. Clu attacks Kevin and Sam retaliates, but Kevin sends Quorra to get Sam to the portal. The bridge to the portal breaks off, separating the group whilst Clu goes for Kevin's disc. But he is shocked to find that it is Quorra's disc instead - the two had switched discs en route. Outraged, Clu jumps the gap after Sam and Quorra, just as they activate the portal. But just before Clu can reach the portal, Kevin telekinetically seizes him and then reintegrates him, apparently destroying them both, along with Clu's approaching carrier and his entire army, in a brilliant and massive explosion.

Back in the real world, Sam copies the Grid from Kevin's old servers onto a small microchip he wears around his neck (bearing a small circle that looks exactly like the original identity disc). Kevin's colleague arrives after receiving another page, and Sam tells him he will take over ENCOM, and that he was right about everything. Quorra waits for him outside the arcade and asks what's next. Sam replies, "I guess we're supposed to change the world." Sam then takes her to see her first sunrise.

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That is the heritage of Jonah Flynn. He is the son of Sam Flynn and the ISO program Quorra, by all technicalities, his pure existence is what most would believe to be impossible. And yet, here he stands, alive and breathing.

Jonah's story is just as complicated as one might think, and for the ones able to completely keep up and understand it in one go—he applauds them. Even Jonah himself is confused throughout his parent's retelling.

However, what he does know is that after his grandfather sacrificed himself to save Sam and Quorra—the Tron system became free of Clu once again. That does not leave out the danger though, and his parents were very expressive in explaining this to him.

He was trained his entire upbringing to be able to survive the online system. He grew up in the city of the real world as well as that of the grid. It was why he took being forced to attend Auradon Prep so hard.

Surprisingly enough, he was accepted to the prestigious school of royals. Perhaps it had something to do with his intense knowledge and skill at the computer, but Jonah still did not give a damn. He did not want to go.

However, his parents were not having it. They believed this was too good of an opportunity to pass up. A chance for their son to have a royal education at one—if not the—most prestigious school in the country? Of course, they would jump at the chance. Especially Quorra who had adapted a love for reading as soon as she entered the real world.

Not only that, but the two had seen how bad the city could be at times. It truly was not a bad thing to have Jonah away from the ruckus and dangers of the city. Auradon was a far better option.

And so, despite the teenage boy's dispute, he was shipped off at the beginning of his sophomore year. Goodbye City Hall High and hello Auradon Prep.

The only good thing that came out of it was his Dad giving him his grandfather's old car. Jonah cherished Kevin's car with everything in him, it was a part of the grandfather that Jonah had never had the luck of meeting but the honor of hearing the stories about him.

It was obvious his dad, Sam, had truly looked up to Kevin Flynn. Funnily enough, Sam had always told Jonah how much he looked like his grandfather. Even Quorra, who had known Kevin Flynn, had to agree.

While Sam looked like Kevin to a certain degree, and Jonah also looked like Sam to a degree—it was almost as though Jonah was Kevin's spitting image.

Damn, did Jonah wish he could meet his dad's old man.

When Jonah first arrived at Auradon Prep, the school year had already started rolling. He came about a month late.

His nose had scrunched at all the greenery, call it bad, but lovely green nature and beautiful old-fashioned architect was not really his scene. He much preferred the loud chaotic and dirty streets of the city to whatever the hell this was.

And don't even get him started on the school itself. A campus so pretty and rich it made his old school actually look like a prison. Hallways filled to the brim with prissy princes and princesses or children of heroes and legends.

To be fair, Jonah did not have much of an issue with the princess part. After all, quite a few of them seemed to immediately fall in love with his whole rough outer exterior. Call him a bit of a flirt (he was much more than that) but he definitely dug that.

His roommate was not so bad either. Emmett, son of Esméralda, was not like the majority of stuck-up students here. Ben, future King to Auradon was probably the only prince that Jonah somewhat liked, and even then, he was still much too polite for Jonah's taste.

He and Emmett got along incredibly well though.

However, FG or the Headmistress Fairy Godmother definitely hated his guts. Ever since he sped into the parking lot at dangerous speeds, proceeded to drift and cause a scene—and don't even mention when he got out of his car that was parked in the middle of two spaces all hotty with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

Oh yeah, Fairy Godmother was definitely not pleased.

Jonah still remembered she had been constantly muttering something along the lines of how she thought this year she would "finally have a break," and that he "better not be as bad as that Princess Sitara."

Jonah did not know who that was, but he was willing to bet he turned out worse. After all, there was no way some princess could ever be that bad, right?

Despite this, his first few months at Auradon Prep surprisingly were not the worst. Of course, there were things that he did and always would hate. The literal atmosphere of the place being one of them.

But hey, the food was great, the girls were great, and as long as he stayed sneaky—he could do pretty much whatever he wanted behind FG's back. Plus, the weekend parties on the outskirts held by the locals were not the worst either.

Overall, Jonah was doing peachy (and maybe a little better, but he'd never admit that).

But still, even to the present day, he never would have expected what happened within the fourth month of him attending Auradon Prep. He had never really paid close attention to Winter Frost, and the mental picture he had of her was blurry at best.

He only recalled hearing her name whispered among the administrators in praise every now and then. Perhaps he also remembered hearing her called on in class, but that was about it. He went his way and she went hers, he nor she ever expected their paths to cross.

Then again, fate has a funny way of planning things.

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TWO YEARS BEFORE THE PRESENT DAY

It was a random Thursday, and Jonah for the first time was sitting in the school library... quietly!

It was far and few between when he came to the library. And when he was here, it was never to work but rather to flirt with some girl. However, today was different, because today, Jonah sat chewing his lip and typing furiously on his keyboard.

Seeing as it was rather late, not many people were in attendance. Only the librarian who sat frantically scratching on some paperwork behind the desk, a few students desperately trying to catch up on some homework, and some random loners quietly sitting with their headphones connected to their cellphones.

It was an ordinary Thursday night by all accounts, in fact, the oddest thing in the library would be Jonah himself. He ran a hand through his long mullet, eyes following along the multiple commands running through his computer.

Admittedly, he probably had the most advanced laptop on campus. No one else was capable of being as much of a tech genius as he. Not that anyone knew that, it would totally ruin his image if everyone knew just how tech-savvy Jonah was.

As he sat at a table alone in the back, he was thankfully covered by the towering bookshelves. Jonah could not remember the names of most of them, all he knew was that they looked incredibly boring. Next to his laptop on the table sat an oddity.

It was a round disc that was comparable to the size of a small plate. Very very bright bio lights ran the length of the outer and inner edges of the disc. In fact, it was so bright, that should anyone wander over and approach Jonah, their attention would quickly be taken to that odd disc.

Other than the bright lighted edges, the rest was black. It looked very futuristic, especially in terms of Auradon—who while it was growing more technologically advanced and less magical by the day, this was still unheard of.

Oh, what a true curiosity.

Not to Jonah; however, for he would recognize his own identity disc anywhere. He did tend to carry it everywhere with him as well, it was normally just hidden under his jacket. It was why he chose to wear such a large denim jacket.

He did not even want to know what FG's reaction would be if she caught sight of the disc. Even if she did not know what it was, she already had it out for him so much that she would probably just assume it to be something bad.

Not that she would be entirely wrong. The identity disc did double as a weapon, after all.

Jonah hummed, adjusting the cord that currently connected his disc to his laptop. What he was doing was probably very illegal, and his dad would no doubt kill him for it if he ever found out. But then again, Jonah was much too curious to even hope to stop on his own will.

On the other hand, there was currently a girl walking toward Jonah's location. This girl happened to be nose-deep in a yellow and red-covered book, her hair tied tightly up and out of her face.

Her deep brown locks were plaited into a tight side braid that was curled into a bun and pinned back. Her eyes, a friendly doe brown, frantically flicked from word to word with her mouth twisted into a small smile.

As the fifteen-year-old Winterfell Frost walked reading her favorite story, The Birds and the Bees, she barely registered those around her. It was late and Thursday, after all, she highly doubted she would be running into many people on her way back to her dorm.

While it was true that having no friends could be lonely at times, it was also much less stressful. Winterfell had plenty of "me-time" on her hands, time that she could use for anything. Having so much time outside of her classes gave her an easy path to earning some of the top grades in her class.

Plus, she was able to read so much (she had a secret goal of trying to read 70% of the books in the library by the time she graduated) binge any shows she wanted, and when that got boring then she surely could find something else to do.

Now that the student population had got over the "odd" princess who never socialized, she was practically invisible. It was great!

She was so entranced by the story of Matthew and Emma that she did not so much at glance at Jonah Flynn's table while passing by. The same could not be said about him, however.

Jonah jumped when Winterfell appeared around the corner, the boy confused as to how she was moving so quietly without even paying attention to her surroundings. When the surprise wore off, he then wasted no time in ogling this girl as he had done to many others before.

She was a very pretty girl in her own nature. Not so striking and bold in her glamour as Princess Audrey Rose was. Nor did she have the supreme dainty and lightness that Princess Sonny White carried in her beauty.

Rather, this girl was almost whimsical—beautiful without even trying. She was not particularly tall, but her legs were long and sculpted. Or at least, that is what Jonah could tell from the dark stockings she wore. The stockings led up to a short school skirt that rested upon her hips nicely, he also (bless his horny teenage-boy mind) could not help but notice how nice her rear looked in it.

The sweater she wore seemed to fit her quiet nature, the knitting hanging over her frame and keeping her modesty.

Her face, twisted into one of excitement from whatever she was reading no doubt. Jonah decided that she simply looked like a darling. Gorgeous and sweet—like everything good in the world.

She looked like a walking piece of heaven, an angel if you will. Yes, that was what she was, heaven—the kind of woman that would haunt a man.

And at that moment, Jonah wanted nothing more than the small piece of heaven that she could provide.

He would never admit this, but his pants felt just a bit tighter.

Of course, Jonah knew who this was: Princess Winter Frost, the only royal who did not go out of her way to talk to people. God, Jonah could almost hear Sonny White's annoyingly bright personality chatting him half to death.

Jonah did not notice her at first, but after a few weeks, even with her apparent shy nature, it was impossible to not catch sight of the last member to the big five. Ben Beast, Audrey Rose, Chad Charming, Sonny White, and Winter Frost were the five students who were the true royals. For they were the ones who would grow up to take control of their parents' respective kingdoms.

Call it curiosity, but Jonah craved to know a little more about this mysterious princess. And possibly slip into her panties, but he highly doubted that would happen.

Even so, it never hurt to try.

And so, Jonah quit in his typing before leaning back and allowing his tongue to poke out between his teeth. As fast as light, his hand had reached up to fix his mullet and an easy smile was spread over his face.

His blue eyes gleamed charmingly.

"The Birds and the Bees, huh? Mind telling me what that's about?" Jonah's deep voice spoke lowly.

Winter nearly had a heart attack, the girl jumping and snapping her head in the direction of the voice. It was the new boy, the guy who had stopped nearly every girl's heart at Auradon Prep. The city boy with the bad boy persona and the hard rock exterior.

Jonah Flynn, while Winter knew who he was, kept him at an arm's distance alike to everyone else at Auradon Prep. He was simply another face to avoid, albeit an attractive one.

She tilted her head as he sat there, charming smile and all, his gaze drifting down her body in a manner that was anything but innocent.

Winter stood frozen, her mouth actually agape. This did not normally happen, she did not know what to do. The only people who actually went out of their way to try and talk to her were Ben, Sonny, and very rarely Audrey!

What was she supposed to do? Maybe if she just stayed really really still, he would not be able to see her! Invisibility was part of her mother's powers... right?

Jonah could not help but become concerned when after literally an entire minute, Winter still stood there gaping at him in disbelief. Did he break her? Was she having an aneurysm? Sure, his charms were near impossible to deflect, but this had never happened.

Even the girls who he made nervous normally just giggled and twirled some of their hair. Which he would then tuck behind their ears and deliver some smooth line that made them blush. Then, they normally ended up in his car, in a broom closet, or in one of their rooms.

Keyword: normally.

This occurrence was not the usual, though.

"Babe?" Jonah tried, trying to stay smooth but there was an undertone of worry in his voice.

"Oh, you can still see me!" Winter spouted, her tone reflecting surprise as her eyes widened and she clutched her book tighter. "I mean, of course, you can still see me! Only an idiot would think they can turn invisible by staying still enough... ha ha ha..." she ended with weak and awkward laughter.

Jonah rose an amused brow, leaning forward so his head was resting on his hand.

"Of course, I can see you, it's hard not to notice someone as beautiful as you. In fact, you, princess, are so lovely that I was hoping you would join me for a ride?" Jonah gave his most innocent smile, staring at Winter hopefully.

Winter could compare him to a wolf wearing sheep's clothing. And yet, she closed her book, tucked it under her arm, and popped out a hip.

"A ride?" She blinked at him, her tone revealing her suspicions.

Jonah grinned even wider, "In Mami,"

Winter scoffed, "I beg your pardon?!"

Alarm bells went off in Jonah's brain. Wrong thing to say, this princess obviously did not take well to his bad jokes.

He held his hands out and placed his most charming yet apologetic smile in place, "My car, that is the name of my car," he chuckled.

Winter calmed down, simply choosing to stare at the teenager in front of her. Sure, he was very attractive and Winter would be lying if she said she did not find him the least bit hot. Alike to the other doe-eyed girls at Auradon Prep, Jonah was something different, a new flavor added to the mix of ones that were beginning to get boring.

Rich and polite princes would never go out of style, but changing it up was always nice. Especially when polite princes or sweet townsmen is what these girls had grown up around 24/7 and were expected to marry into.

Jonah, city boy extraordinaire—the hard rocker was something that no one would ever get sick of. The saucy attitude and heart-stopping smirks were the icing on top.

And, Winter who was a hopeless romantic by heart, had also been slightly taken with him. She could imagine it, some storybook romance with the bad city boy. Her powers and his background would be the added dramatics that moved the story.

It was a fun concept to think about, but in reality, Winter would never ever let that happen. Firstly, beware and never release, she could not get close to anyone. Secondly, she was not some starry-eyed pathetic princess who needs a prince or any other male to save her.

Loving romance and being in it were two completely different things.

Plus, she was probably just a tad too awkward to hope for love to ever come her way.

"So, how about it then?" Winter's attention was once again taken to Jonah Flynn who wolfishly grinned. "You, me, a long drive up to Lover's peak with some takeout? A midnight picnic under the stars?" Jonah tried, lowering his voice seductively.

He would rarely go out of his way to do that much for any girl, but he knew with this princess he would need to really try. Winter, on the other hand, was not impressed. She cleared her throat and put on her sweetest voice.

No need to be rude, after all.

"Actually, there is no leaving campus after eight, and campus curfew is at eleven, so I must encourage you to not break those rules..."

"—What?" Jonah deadpanned in disbelief, but Winter was not finished.

"I do very much appreciate your gracious offer, but I must reject it. I am sure Cassie Conwell would love to take you up on it, however!" She finished happily.

There was a momentary silence in which Jonah sat stunned. Did that just happen?

Winter's gaze was taken elsewhere though, to the glowing futuristic disc sitting next to the laptop. Her eyes widened, what in the world?

The glowing disc was beginning to hum and vibrate—it made Winter reel.

"Hey, is that supposed to be doing that?!" She frantically questioned, taking Jonah out of his thoughts.

"Oh shit!" He cursed, seeing his identity disc.

However, just as he stood up, his arms waving frantically, the disc let out a high-pitched wailing sound. He and Winter both yelped but their noises were cut off as the disc released a bright light. In an instant, both Jonah and Winter's surroundings changed as the light overtook their vision.

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Winterfell felt as though her entire being was being disassembled before instantly being put back together. It was an odd feeling that surprisingly enough, did not hurt in the way one would expect it to.

Suddenly, she was placed back together for the last time before she was able to open her eyes. Her heart sunk, her mouth slowly falling agape and her eyes the size of saucers.

She felt like hyperventilating.

Around her was darkness, but the darkness was equally lit up by magnificent light. The thing about this darkness was that it was not the type of darkness that came with night, no this was the type of darkness one would expect to find in the vast expanse of the universe.

It was very similar to that of the darkness in space, the darkness that was only lit up by millions of billions of stars. There were no stars here, only towering buildings made of bright white light—everything around her was shrouded in this bluish-white light.

Winterfell had only ever been to cities when she delivered winter and snow with her father, Jack Frost. But no city—no place, in fact, had ever looked anything like this. This was something that Winter did not think she would have been able to imagine in all her dreams, a futuristic world that looked like something straight out of a Sci-fi novel.

Winter jumped as lighting suddenly streaked across the sky. Actually, she really could not tell if it was a sky or just a dark expanse of nothingness. However, considering there were light glowing green clouds that sparked with such vivid lightning, she assumed it must have been.

She figured this must have been the only type of weather in this place, for she could not even sense the presence of Gale. And that had never happened before.

Where was she?

Her attention was taken to Jonah who was staring around with wide eyes and muttering something along the lines of, "oh shit,"

"Hey, where are we?" Winter demanded, though her voice was tinged with extreme panic.

Jonah snapped his head to her, looking at her with wide eyes. His mouth opened and closed alike to a fish, seeming unable to get the words out. Before he even had a chance, there was a bright light (this one different from the rest, more like a flashlight) shining over the top of them.

The wind picked up but it was not Gale, it was more like the wind a chopper would cause as it landed. Except this was no chopper landing, it was some huge ship-like thing with bright orange bio-lights and an almost scary disposition.

The light was shining right at the two, Winter forced to put her arm up to block the view.

"What in the world is that?!" She screamed over the noise.

"It's a carrier ship!" Jonah sounded equally as frantic.

"HALT: UNIDENTIFIED PROGRAMS!"

It was a very deep and almost robotic voice that thundered from the ship. Winter jumped, her heart beginning to beat frantically. She was petrified.

What the hell was happening?

"C'mon, let's go!" She screeched as Jonah grabbed her arm, forcing her to run with him. "We don't want to stick around with those guys, trust me!" He hollered over the loud engines, both of them racing as though their lives depended on it.

Which at this moment, it kind of did.

Winter, who at the moment had not been used to the contact of strangers, could not care less about that. She instead, clutched Jonah even harder, because she would be damned if she let the only person who even had a hint as to where they were and what was going on get away.

She screamed when shots of light were fired their way, but Jonah appeared something akin to a pro when it came to dodging them. Without even turning, he managed to maneuver both of them to avoid the shots.

Winter could not help but turn around, her eyes widened at the sight of some light-suit-wearing man chasing them. The suit was very tight and entirely black with bright orange bio-lights adorning every edge. A dark helmet was placed over the figure's head, giving nothing away about their appearance, not even so much as a hair.

He looked terrifying.

Winter started screaming and smacking Jonah to get him to look as well.

"Ow—ouch! What?!" He turned to her before catching sight of the figure following. "Fuck," he cursed, wasting no time in reaching under his jacket with the hand that was not grasping Winter.

Winterfell made a noise of surprise when he suddenly pulled out a familiar disc, the very mysterious object that got them here in the first place. Except this time, Jonah released Winter and out of nowhere launched himself in the air.

He did a spinning backflip while tossing the disc as hard as he could with a battle cry. Winter stood frozen, her jaw dropped for the umpteenth time that day as the disc went flying at unprecedented speeds.

The disc hit the masked person straight in the chest and upon doing so, the man exploded as though he were made of glass—shards of him scattering across the ground. The disc bounced back, flying straight at Jonah, but Jonah easily caught. His knees were bent and he was in a fighting position, as though ready to take on an army of these people.

Winter, on the other hand, was now full-on panicking.

"Jesus Christ!" She cried out.

Jonah shrugged, turning to her, "close, but not quite,"

"You just killed someone!" Winter exclaimed and Jonah sniggered.

"Nah, I just derezzed him, the program deserved it though—trust me," he said casually, putting his disc back in his jacket and grabbing Winter's arm yet again, "let's go, the others are not far behind!"

And despite Winter's panicking, she and Jonah were racing through the lit-up streets together hand-in-hand.

"What is this place?" Winter questioned, her breath carried over the howling winds whipping past.

It was so odd to feel the wind by itself without Gale. This must be how it feels to normal people, people who cannot control the winds that is.

"It's called the grid!" Jonah explained as they turned a bank to another street, and Winter wondered why the streets were so empty. "It's an online frontier system!"

"Are you saying that we are...?" Winter spluttered, trying to wrap her head around it. "Online?!"

"In a way," Jonah suddenly paused, causing Winter to stumble.

"Hey, why'd we—?" Winter was unable to finish her sentence for the feeling of assembling and disassembling once again took over.

She yelped as they appeared somewhere else. Except for this time they were now in a very large room. A blank rook filled only by bio lights running along the walls and floor. Not only that, but when Winter tried to take a step, she realized that she could not for her feet were stuck to the floor.

Looking down, she frowned upon seeing some sort of contraption holding her feet hostage.

"Don't panic," her head snapped up to face Jonah who was in a similar position on the other side of the room, "it's just the armory. The system does not appreciate much difference in terms of appearance..."

"What does that even mean?" Winterfell snapped; however, her question was answered when out of nowhere, four women appeared.

They said nothing, their heels clicking as they walked forward. They all stood in bright white bio-light suits, the white coloring blending well with the bio-lighting. Two of the women were African in descent and the other two Caucasian.

One of the Caucasian ladies had hair almost as white as Winter's natural hair color and the other three had hair darker than a raven's feathers. Their eyes were an unsettling bright blue color that literally glowed. If Winter looked close enough, she could see different wirings and such running throughout.

The stilettos they wore were very tall and as white as their suits.

Overall, while these women were scarily beautiful, they were also eery.

There was no time to waste as two of the women made their way to Jonah and the other two to Winter. Winter yelped, recoiling when one of their fingers turned into a laser and she immediately began tearing a clean line through Winter's clothing.

"Hey, stop it!" She cried with indignation, unable to believe what was transpiring.

She was unable to stop them, and they barely batted an eyelash at her arguments. Instead, they continued their task of taking her clothes off. Winter gasped when they tore away her sweater, skirt, and stockings, leaving her in nothing but her undergarments.

Her shoes had disappeared at some point as well.

Thankfully, Jonah was not paying attention to her current state as he was in his own boat of nakedness and trying to sweet talk to one of the women. Winter was not left without clothing for long, within seconds some sort of smooth material had flipped its way up her body.

Suddenly, she was standing in nothing but a black catsuit that showed off her figure more than she would like. The suit also made its way over her feet, the shoes turning into some sort of wedged heel.

Without comment, the women turned and grabbed armor. Winter made a noise of pain as they placed the armor over her chest, sides, legs, and back. Immediately, once it was on, it lit up with the familiar bio-lights.

Well, this just got ten times more interesting.

Winter gasped at the tug on her hair, and in seconds her brown locks were pulled into a high ponytail with braids on either side. She did not understand how doing such a feat was possible, but it happened.

As the lights on her suit all flickered to life, one of the sirens reached over and grasped a disc identical to the one Jonah had used.

"Ooh, this my favorite part!"

Winter turned to look at Jonah who was already staring at her in excitement.

She only became more worried. What else could possibly happen?

"Attention Program,"

Winter jumped at the loud robotic tone that boomed from all around. It was a female, and she sounded serious as they came, it had Winterfell's undivided attention.

"You will receive an identity disc, everything you do or learn will be imprinted on this disc. If you lose your disc or fail to follow commands, you will be subject to immediate deresolution."

Winter shivered remembering how Jonah described killing that guy as "derezzing" him, whatever that meant. All she knew was that she did not want to end up like him.

Without warning, one of the women attached the disc on the back of Winter's suit. She heard a click before she was jolted, an electric current running straight through her body. In an instant, she felt it, the connection to this disc.

Everything that she ever learned or did was copied onto that disc and it would continue to happen for as long Winter existed. She felt the power of the disc, it would be loyal to her forever—it would serve to be her safety, her weapon.

Jonah smirked when Winter's pupils suddenly glowed bright blue like the rest of the light around them, it was a sign that the connection was complete. In an instant, the technological glow was gone and she blinked rapidly upon the new connection.

For the thirty-second time that day, what the hell?

"Disc activated and synchronized," the woman with the white hair spoke robotically causing Winter to look at her, "proceed to the grid..."

"Huh?" Winter just sounded desperately confused now, but the four-woman did not so much as flinch, rather they began walking backward, disappearing once again.

A click resounded through the room—Jonah and Winter's feet suddenly free from the contraption keeping them in place.

"I don't want a disc," Winter said in a soft tone, her voice trembling.

Jonah grinned, suddenly walking away. Winter followed.

"Just go with it!" He shouted back at her.

"Hey, stop, where are you going?" Winter demanded as they walked out of the room and landed themselves back onto the streets.

Winter was relatively sure they warped or teleported again, but at this point, she could not tell, everything was so warbled and jumbled and confusing.

"STOP!" Winter suddenly rose her voice to a stern yell, something she rarely did.

However, it got Jonah's attention, for the voice spoke of no-nonsense. He whirled around to face her, surprised when she was already very close.

"You are going to give me a straight answer, right now!" She demanded. "Where the hell are we? What is this? Have you kidnapped me?" Winter gasped as the realization hit her.

She had been kidnapped. Again!

Well, this time she was old enough to actually fight back. She would die before she let another incident like what Wenlock did to her happen. Thrusting her arm threateningly, she prepared to freeze this bastard alive.

Consequences be damned!

"If you do not release me right now—I will freeze you alive and then shatter you whole, do you understand me?" Winter growled, her voice low and eerily calm.

If Jonah was being honest, he was internally trembling. Because shit, this princess could actually be threatening when she wanted to. Wow, he did not see that coming.

However, he kept a cool outer exterior, flashing an easy smirk her way. He rose his brows in a suggestive manner, but Winter did not even bat an eyelash.

"While I can appreciate the enthusiasm," Jonah held his hands up in an innocent manner, "that won't work here," he deadpanned at the end.

He had never seen Winter Frost use her powers, but he knew she had them. The whole school did. After all, she was the daughter of the Snow Queen and the Winter King—it would be even odder if she did not have such powers.

But that was the thing. When a person was within the grid, they were entirely rewritten. The grid was online, it was different—powers and abilities and magic, everything that Auradon and the kingdoms were based upon simply did not exist in the grid. It was even stronger than the barrier of the Isle which kept magic out.

Because rather than keep magic out, the grid completely erased its existence. The grid could not recognize stuff like that. In this world, Winterfell Frost was nothing more than a user. It was the same for anybody who entered this place—they would just be users. Nothing more, nothing less.

Jonah could not help but admire her though. At this moment, this version of Winter could not look more different than the one he saw only minutes ago in the library.

She was slightly taller with the lit-up wedges adorning her feet and the way she stood against him. The light suit showed off her wonderous figure all the more—completely contrasting to the skirts and airy dresses of Auradon.

Not to mention the tight ponytail pulled her face up ever-so-slightly, enough for anyone to become entranced by her pretty face. Had Jonah not known her previously, he never would have been able to guess that she was not a native program to the grid.

Winterfell, on the other hand, momentarily stalled. What does that mean? Sure, Gale's presence was nowhere to be found, and now that she thought about it, perhaps without the wind's presence to lift her from the ground whenever she wished, she did feel a bit heavier.

"What?" Winter finally settled on, earning an amused look from her classmate.

"Go on," he nodded, resting his hands in a casual manner, "blast me to hell if you will..."

Winterfell Frost frowned, she was stuck in a dilemma. Of course, she was bluffing when she said she would freeze Jonah to hell—she would not hurt him unless he gave her a real reason to. At the moment, other than being an annoying smartass, he had done nothing to her.

And so, she whirled around faster than the speed of light, and held her hands out in front of her. Using her powers was easier than breathing sometimes, it came naturally, like another limb if you will, before ice or water and anything cold was bent to her will. While Nokk was the true water spirit, it was like how Winter was able to command Gale.

However, Nokk was harder to control, because while Winter was able to command Gale to a certain degree, she could not do that with Nokk. Back when she was younger, she had to gain their respect and in turn, they respected her and would do her favors as she asked. Although, it took much more thought and concentration when it came to controlling the water than any other thing.

Back on topic, though, Winter's brows furrowed before her expression turned to pure astonishment. Because nothing happened.

While anyone would think her crazy, because why was she even expecting something to happen? It was much rarer that nothing would happen when it comes to her abilities, she had spent many nights wishing that nothing would happen.

Taking a deep breath, she suddenly found herself focusing very intensely, clenching her fingers ever so slightly willing something—anything, to happen. But there was not even a wisp. Not so much as a degree dropped, and Winter finally realized that what Jonah Flynn said was true.

She, for the first time in her entire existence, was truly and utterly powerless.

"My abilities..." Winter whispered in shock, but Jonah heard her.

Taking the slightest step forward, he smirked.

"—Don't exist here," he finished for her, "there are no seasons here. No Auradon, no spirits, no magic, hell—there is literally no Earth. Just the grid, the programs, and occasionally—the Users..."

Winter, while she was only staring at her hands in amazement, was listening intently to Jonah. No magic?

As she looked up, there was a glass reflection of herself to the large building near. She stared at herself, her eyes narrowed. She ignored the new oddities about her (A.K.A—the lightsuit) and instead focused on her hair. Because, while she always kept it dyed brown, there was something different about it.

Something much more... natural about the coloring of her roots. She understood that somehow, her hair was no longer just dyed here. Her hair had literally switched colors, she was a true brunette in the grid.

It was weird, for a second. Of course, she always saw herself with brown hair, but seeing it so natural, to herself in such a different way was befuddling. She wondered now if she actually looked as much like her grandmother, Queen Iduna, as everyone said she did. Especially with the brown hair her grandmother used to have.

Winter opened her mouth, her voice coming out as amazed as she felt, "I am assuming that our appearance is...?"

Jonah caught onto her question, "it is frozen digitally. Once you enter the grid; however, you looked as you entered becomes your natural appearance, and nothing can affect that until you decide to leave and change it in the real world," he explained off hand.

And for the first time since she has been here, Winter cracked a grin. The normal fear that hid under her skin was gone, she was free.

Free from her powers, from her impending destiny to become the Ice Queen, free from every hassle and pressure of being a royal, free from the status quo of Auradon. She was totally free in this world, in the grid.

Sure, she could have ran away back in Auradon, but that would do nothing but bring her guilt. Plus she would not be free from anything—she would still have her powers and she would just be running and hiding. The Isle had crossed her mind briefly at one point, but then she laughed at the idea.

Only an idiot would run away to the Isle! Especially a princess—HA!—the thought was hilarious.

Her grin turned wild, into something that only Winterfell who lived in both Arendelle and Ahtohallan could adorn. Her eyes sparkled and she had not felt so lively since she had been home the previous summer.

Now, this girl with the fantastic grin and sparkling eyes was Winterfell Frost—daughter to the ever-chaotic spirit of Jack Frost. Jonah was taken very very off guard when she turned around with this look.

This girl that was alight with life and crackled with pure energy was definitely a change from who he just saw. It is amazing how despite not changing anything about oneself, just how a person may hold themselves can totally alter how another perceives them.

With no hesitation and a bounce in her step that Winter would never allow anyone at Auradon to see, she marched straight up to Jonah. Jonah's eyes widened, and he was forced to lean back ever so slightly as Winter got far closer than comfortable, her face mere centimeters from his own.

If the circumstance was different, and Winter currently did not appear as though she was jacked on speed, one might see this as them about to kiss. But then again, the confused and almost scared expression on Jonah's face may say otherwise.

He was not sure what was happening.

"Well, since you are so familiar with this place," Winter smirked knowingly, before taking a step back and jerking her head in another direction, "how bout you show me around?"

The alluring look of excitement etched across her face was far too much for Jonah to even hope to say no to. Instead, he nodded dumbly and followed after her. Somehow, despite him supposed to be the one showing her around, it seemed she was taking lead and exploring.

Well, this little adventure turned out to be far more interesting than one might expect.

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It was called a light cycle, a motorized vehicle that lit up in the most amazing of ways. It looked more like a futuristic motorcycle than anything, and if Winter pressed the right button, then a wall made of dangerous and pure light would shoot from the back and leave a trail in its wake.

She and Jonah were currently speeding through the streets on them, he wanted to take her somewhere.

They had spoken a little earlier in the past few hours they been in the grid.

"I'm considered a half-program," he explained, "and you would be considered a User here..." Jonah had said.

"This is amazing!" Winter called. "How're we here though? I thought the only way to enter was through your Dad's office, and that is back in the city!"

"That's what I thought too, it's supposed to be the only way in and out of the grid—the laser there is the only link between our two worlds. I think us getting here has to do with me trying to connect my disc to my laptop!"

"Your identity disc?" Winter asked rhetorically. "That doesn't sound safe at all!"

"It's not!" He cackled in response.

They pulled up to the upper outer lands of the grid. Here, there were fewer dangers and programs rarely ventured out of the city areas. It was dangerous to venture so far out because of the risk of becoming a lost program, but Jonah was always a risk-taker. Besides, they were not going far, they could still see the city from where they were.

As they stopped, pulled her baton upward so her light cycle disappeared and remained only as a portable baton. It was quite cool and rather convenient. Winter could only imagine such a thing as portable vehicles existing in the real world. It would surely make travel so much easier.

Winter paused next to Jonah who crouched down, both of their eyes locked on the scenery of the city below them. Pure lights and such an electrical storm that was the overcast—it was not natural weather or winds, it was something odd that Winter would never be able to understand.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Jonah murmured, earning a mute nod from Winter in response.

She sat next to him, and at first, they sat in silence. But then, out of nowhere, a conversation came alive and flickered like a burning fire between them. They sat for hours, not bothering to keep track of time laughing and sharing stories, and simply getting along.

As it would turn out, there was more than meets the eyes to them both. For Jonah, Winter did not have as much of a stick up her ass as he thought. For Winter, Jonah was not just some blithering smoking idiot as she had thought.

Later, they somehow ended up standing up, Jonah attempting to teach her a few simple tricks and flips in the art of disc fighting. In a nutshell, Winter failed hard the first few times.

Especially without the aid of Gale... let's just say she would not be surprised if she had bruises for weeks after that. But, after some more tries, and encouragement from Jonah, Winter actually managed to throw her disc properly and make it come back to her.

From there, she managed to pick up a few other things. According to Jonah, flipping and spinning and such were different on the grid than it was in the real world. It was easier as long as one took the time to understand the way the atmosphere around them.

And true it was—while it was still much harder than when Winter had the assistance of Gale—and she still was unable to do anything too difficult, she was able to pick up a handles cartwheel. She could not remember the name of it, but after some more advice from Jonah, she pulled it off easily and was able to fight with him just a bit using the disc.

It was far different than attempting to use a sword as she had back at Auradon Prep (she failed doing that mind you). But the shape of the disc and lightness of it appealed to her, and she could just about defined herself using it.

Of course, when Jonah actually tried, he would knock her on her ass within seconds, but it was still progress for her!

Jonah was cheering for her causing her to laugh. After hours, Winter was able to spin, throw her disc at an imaginary target and catch flawlessly.

"Flawless victory!" Jonah mockingly hollered, his hands cupping his mouth.

Winter shook her head stuck her tongue out him. Though she found it amusing as well and laughed along.

In a teasing manner, she squatted and held the disc out threateningly, putting on her best serious face. "Care to go a few rounds?" She deepened her voice immensely.

When Jonah snickered she burst into laughter, her charade falling.

Unfortunately, all good times must come to end. They had been within the grid for just over ten hours now, and they had to leave before anyone in the real world truly noticed their disappearance. Especially Winter's.

It took a bit of tinkering on Jonah's part, but after hooking his disc up to a power station within the city—the two were set to leave. Winter looked around sadly, wishing that she could stay longer. Not that she would ever admit it, but the thought of staying forever did not seem so bad.

To be so free... it was a dream come true.

Alas, dreams are rarely meant to be.

Jonah had already explained that because of the circumstances, coming back through this method would extremely dangerous. There were apparently certain not-so-good programs within the system that would exploit this method and try to take themselves to the real world.

According to Jonah, while it was okay to make an exception very rarely (such as the case with his mother) taking programs to the real world was not a good idea. Winter asked him to further elaborate, but his lips were sealed from there on that matter.

This would most likely serve to be Winter's first and final time within the grid. As much as she hated her damn disc at first, even if had just been a few hours, she did not think herself capable of parting with it.

And so, as she held onto Jonah's waist, she grasped her disc tightly in her other hand. He said it should come back to the real world with them as his disc does the same.

"Ready?" Jonah questioned earning a nod from the girl.

Without further waster, he flicked something on his disc. The longer they stayed, the more of a risk they were to be seen. There was a spark within his disc before the feeling of being dissembled and reassembled once again happened.

Winter blinked and her vision immediately came back. She stood exactly where she had disappeared from in the library, except this time sunlight was peeking through the windows and it was obviously the morning after.

She doubted anyone had noticed their disappearance as they had not been gone for that long. Just a night. Winter was slightly sad to see her clothing back to normal, and while welcomed the feel of Gale in the air around, she reminisced on not having the pressure to conceal built up in her.

However, something that made her smile was the sight of a familiar disc within her gloved grasp. Bringing the glowing item up to her eyes, she tilted her head. She would never lose or get rid of this.

"Well," she looked to Jonah who sat a few feet away, "that was fun,"

And that was the start of a beautiful friendship.

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