Disclaimer: Only thing I own is my OC. Rise of the Guardians is not mine. (I wish...)
Prologue
A frigid breeze swept across the frozen landscape, sweeping the heat from every crevice. It was snowing, sporadic bursts of powdery flakes that coated surfaces with a gossamer layer of glimmering dust. Teeter-totters and merry-go-rounds were immobilized by a layer of ice that reflected the dim yellow street lights and hung in sharp icicles from the monkey bars. The chains on the swing set remained motionless because of the creeping tendrils of the frozen stuff.
All except for the last swing on the right where a small person, a child really, sat in near-stillness, except for the minute movements that identified them as human. They swayed back and forth in the breeze, their short legs barely able to reach the ground as their toes scraped along the ground. Their body was shrouded in a huge, baggy, and threadbare sweater that reached their knees, and their head and face was obscured by a rough-spun scarf that looked like it had been through several battles. Even though it was single-digit weather, they wore no visible pants or shoes, their bare feet just turning a light shade of blue. The person seemed unperturbed by the impending frostbite, reaching toward the moon with mittened hands that were mismatched of course. Their eyes spoke of a sort of eagerness that could not be contained by mere cold or cloth, and the bright yellow-gold orbs shone from the gaps in the scarf. The small person's breath escaped in sinuous coils of mist that drifted towards the sky, dissipating in the stiff breeze.
Suddenly, rushed, heavy footfalls could be heard throughout the small park, startling the small figure to take flight across the frozen ground, scarf trailing behind like a cloak. Flashlights, their bright yellow beams interrupted the delicate light of the moon, illuminating the still-swaying swing where the diminutive form had just sat. The moon-beams seemed to follow the fleeing figure as they dashed into the forest.
"Help me," They whispered urgently as they sprinted in a serpentine fashion, "Please."
But no help came.
Booted pursuit was heard once more, almost making the minuscule person trip from anxiety. They were terrified out of their mind and rivulets of fear fell from their eyes. A wind picked up suddenly, pushing them from behind while simultaneously erasing their tracks. But this inexplicable intervention from nature seemed to come too late. Faltering, the person struggled to walk as their frozen feet became unable to support them. In what seemed to be a last ditch effort, they began climbing an ancient pine tree, gripping the low-lying branches and pulling themselves up while ignoring the many cuts they suffered. About halfway up the trunk, they began to leave bloodied footprints on the branches, which were quickly obscured by frost and snow.
Finally, they had climbed as high as the branches would allow. They tucked themselves into the curving hollow formed by the slouched branches and dented trunk, pulling their frozen appendages into their sweater and taking their mittens off to place over their nearly-blue feet. After tugging their arms out of their sleeves and into the warmth of their chest, they huddled deeper into themselves.
They looked at the moon through the branches, making a final wish on the slivery beams of light that trickled past the pine needles.
"Please, let it be peaceful." They whispered as they drifted into cold-induced dreams.
They did not feel the pearly arms that embraced them as they fell out of reality.
a/n- 'gasp' what will happen next? Seriously, I don't know (haha). I'll probably pair this OC with Jack, but I'm still open to suggestions (even though you don't really know this OC yet *laughs*). If you have a name to suggest I'd be happy to take a look (I reeeaaallly hate choosing names, if you couldn't tell from my very... erm... "creative" titles) Please review and I promise to update this as fast as I can! I love you guys (or singular guy, I don't really know if anyone will read this *weak laughter*)