AN:
Hey guys! Arc here. There's not much to say but I would like to give a special shout out to my friend Mugetsupipefox! Happy birthday and this chapter goes out to you! Make sure to check out her story too, you won't regret it. it's called Miles To Go Before I Sleep and I promise it's amazing.

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Disclaimer: HeavensLuminousArc, aka Arc, is does not own Rise of the Guardians. That is the property of it's owners.

Arc: (Voice)less
In which a mute Jack Frost gets mad at Pitch and he gets a snowball to the face.

For as long as he could remember, Jack was voiceless. A mute, incapable of speech, however you want to say it, one fact remained; Jack wasn't able to utter a word. This never bothered him though, he soon adapted to it, not that there was much need to.

From the moment he awoke in his lake, no one could see him. Everyone simply walked right through him as though he was a ghost, an apparition, and in a way, he was. After a while, he just told himself it didn't matter. Who cared if he was walked through? Who cared if no one could see him?

It's not like he was alone. He had Wind.

Wind had been his friend and companion from the moment he broke through the ice of his lake, and she had been the only 'person' he had ever been able to 'talk' to. They understood each other in a way no one else could copy. If Jack had to describe their relationship, he would say unique, like a snowflake. If you asked Wind, she would say closer than a bee to honey (not that you would understand her). Jack felt blessed to have her company, and Wind felt that this feeling was mutual. She was literally what brought him up when he was at his lowest. When he was fifty years old, Jack had just about given up; He was tired of feeling like he hadn't existed despite what Wind told him, and he had started to think that the reason why the Moon never talked to him or answered any of his unsaid questions was because Jack could not talk back. The Wind wasted no time to yell and scream her disagreements of don't-you-ever-blame-yourself-for-something-you-can't-control and used her powerful gusts to push him around until he complied. Eventually he did, and after they both calmed down Jack and Wind found themselves closer than ever, even more than best friends, and like best friends, they did not take kindly to anyone antagonizing the other.

The Tooth Palace was a chaotic mess of bright feathers flying about with dark shadows tailing them. Some in groups and some going in spastic zigzagging patterns in an attempt to loose or confuse the Nightmares.

Jack's eyes widened when he saw that most of the dark horses had fluttering bright green blurs trapped in their rib cages, 'They're taking the fairies!'

The frantic sound of chirping and beating wings made him look up. A Nightmare was snapping at the tail-feathers of a green blur. Jack jumped, swiped the fairy and clutched her to his chest right before sand jaws bit down on empty air. He then flipped himself over and launched a strong kick at the nightmares head. It whinnied shook its head and took off. The white haired boy only watched it run for a split second to assure himself that it was gone before asking wind to drop him on the sleigh. Wind threw him forth with a strong gust of air to catch up to the red shape moving away and lowered her companion on the back seat's head rests.
'Thanks, Wind!'
No problem, Jackie!
The embodiment of winter opened his hand and looked at the figure in his hand who slowly opened her eyes, as though unsure, and met his worried blue orbs. The blue optics gave her a worried look. The 'Are you okay?' was unsaid but she knew what he was asking and gave a fast nod before diving into the hood of his jumper. Jack looked surprised for a bit but chose to question it later and jumped over the other seats of the Sleigh and up to North's side.

"Jack! Take reigns!" Jack went wide-eyed when a thick leather rope was thrust into his hands but nevertheless pulled them to the right and avoided a pillar as North swiped his sword at a passing Nightmare, trying to free any fairies inside. It burst into black sand and Wind brushed it to the side. North tightened his jaw. Empty.

Jackie! Look alive. Possible landing zone, straight ahead! Jack nodded at Wind and focused on the smooth marble floor of the tooth palace. The reindeer snorted and tugged on the leather straps connected on to them and blue eyes narrowed in confusion before widening in realization; they were coming in too fast.
'Wind!' Jack pulled the reigns back harder and bit his lip as a sharp cold torrent moved against the vehicle. Meanwhile, Sandy created two golden whips of Dream Sand, North sliced clean through another Nightmare that was once again empty (Jack deducted that the ones that had cargo had escaped), and Wind laughed at Bunnymund's horrified expression at Jack's lack of driving skill. Jack barely noticed any of this. In fact, he had completely missed Tooth's absence.

The moment shiny metal on the base of the sleigh met pinkish marble, Bunny whipped out his boomerangs and hopped out, looking a bit green despite being covered in grey fur. Jack dropped the strap in his grasp and watched the Aussie destroy a nightmare. The remaining guardians followed suit running forth weapons out.
Sorry, Jackie. I don't think I managed to slow it down well enough. The floor is scratched pretty badly now... Jack left the sleigh at a noticeably slower pace and looked at the base of North's ride. Three large scrapes outlines the blade's impact and an equally large crack spider webbed from the area the Sleigh first met marble. 'It's alright Wind. It could have been much worse.' Jack reassured his friend.
"Pitch!" The Spirit of Winter looked up at the cry to see the big four leaping off the platform onto another one below them to stand across a dark figure. Pitch Black.

Jack moved toward them and mentally contemplated if he should join the fight but instead decided to be an observer and let wind carry him to one of the marble rafters slightly below him but still a good eighteen feet away from the others.
When did the fairy come back? Wind said. Jack raised a brow curiously.
'She left?'
Yes. Quite some time ago, you were still on the red thing.
'You mean North's sleigh? Huh, I hadn't noticed. I guess I was a little too focused on landing the sleigh...' Jack closed his eyes briefly trying to remember when Tooth could have flown off. 'Now that I think about it, she probably got off as soon as we arrived.' Jack stared down at the dispute occurring bellow and tilted his head to the left, holding his staff to his side. Pitch walked in and out of the shadows of the pillars and walls smoothly and taunted Bunnymund. The white haired boy leaned against the pillar going through the rafter.

'You know wind, if Pitch wasn't threatening the kids, I think I might actually have been able to get along with him.' Jack said half truthful while he tugged on the sleeve of his hoodie. He was not entirely sure but he had the feeling that though they would understand each other, and have the same goal to be believed in, Pitch's methods were something he would not agree with.

I think so too, if he wasn't an evil psychopathic weirdo. Wind blew a cool chilly breeze around her frost child to ease any discomfort. Jack smiled, which Wind knew was his way of saying thank you to her without actually saying it. She was accustomed to the gesture by then. Jack sighed with a content look on his face had started to feel the warmth and it was displeasing.
What is your take if this? Wind said as the guardians chased Pitch to another platform. Jack stepped off the beam and dropped an inch before Wind caught him. She carried him up and moved to follow.

'I'm not sure myself; It's not really my fight but at the same time it is.' Jack planted his feet on the identical beam and sat down whist swinging his feet idly.
Wind giggled. 'How childish.' She thought to herself, 'it's adorable!'
Wind shook the thoughts from her head (but promised to think back to it later), Hmm... Why?
'The guardians said that he was threatening the children, right? I don't agree with it. I like kids, even if...'
Wind blew a bit slower, mourning for her winter sprite's situation. Even if they can't see you.
Jack sighed and gripped his staff tighter but a melancholic smile spread upon his face.
'Yeah.'

Just remember tha- "Is that... Jack Frost?" Jack turned his head to glare at Pitch. Meanwhile pitch was ignoring Bunnymund's indignant cries of 'Hey!' And took a few steps forward.
The shade stood on a smaller platform a little ways off from him. 'Just ignore it Jack,' he thought, 'Just ignore it.'
The blue eyed boy switched his attention back to the space beside him that the wind seemed to occupy most. She wasn't actually there but at some point in his three hundred years of existence the two of them decided that Wind would focus her torrents on certain areas so that Jack would find it easier to talk to her.
'You were saying Wind?' Jack said to Wind through their special mental connection.
Ah, yes. Just remember that no matter what- Wind was cut off when Pitch appeared beside them on through the shadow of the pillar sprouting through marble, "Since when where you all chummy?" Jack rolled his eyes at him and looked down.

Bellow, the guardians were fighting of a nightmare slightly larger than the others. Jack was so engrossed in his conversation with wind he hadn't noticed, but he didn't really care all that much. The guardians seemed to handle it on their own so the boy saw no reason to intervene.
North looked up and bellowed, "Pitch! Zis is our fight! Get down and fight like man!" North raised his sword to block a hoof. He was a bit miffed as to what Jack was doing and why he was sitting on the beams at a time like that though he chose to question it later, "Leave ze boy be!" Pitch chuckled and began to have what Jack liked to call, "Classical evil villain monologue".

Jack decided he did not want to hear any of it and toned it down to background noise. 'Wind?'
Wind sighed, knowing that she would most certainly be interrupted again, Just remember that no matter what happens, I- Wind was once again interrupted, 'Of course...' She thought bitterly.
"Are you ignoring me, Frost? What are you doing here anyway?" Pitch spat out, "Well, it's not like it matters. You're in-!" This time, Pitch himself was interrupted when his face met a wet but compact snowball. It wasn't even one of his good ones. Jack would normally coat them with frost or ice to ensure that it would burst on contact and he made sure the snow was relatively dry. The guardians were too shocked to make a move. Later though, they would put themselves into a laughing fit remembering the look on his face, Sandy and Bunny most of all

"What the-!? How dare you-" Jack, with a dry unimpressed look on his face moved to interrupt him like he had done to Wind. Comically so, when Jack decided he had enough and used the curved end of his staff to hook around Pitch's angles and pulled, dropping Pitch on his stomach, arms and legs awkwardly dangling off while sputtering and stuttering in disbelief.
Wind laughed, Good one, Jackie! Then using a sharp and cold gust of air (which she would later revealed she took from the south pole and brought there in two seconds flat) she shoved Pitch right off and watch as he plummeted down to the pale marble underneath, flailing his arms and legs all the way.
Jack jumped off and wind carried him in front of the lump of the floor, curious as to what her winter sprite was doing.

Whack!

She found her answer when Jack hit Pitch over the head with the crooked end of his staff.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Pitch merely covered his head with his arms. There were no shadows to melt into and at that moment, he was just happy the guardians where in too much shock to laugh.

Someone was laughing though, he just couldn't hear it.
J-Jack! Wind began, unable to control her giggles at the comical scene, Remember that conversation we had last week when I told you I would be gone for a while?
'Yeah?' Jack raised a brow while smiling at the fact he had made her laugh. He hadn't stopped hitting the Nightmare King over the head. That's not what I meant by 'You could beat anyone that bothers you with your staff!'
Jack chuckled silently and played dumb, 'It's not?'
If Wind had a physical body it would have been rolling on the ground.

Meanwhile, the guardians started to get over their shock and laughed.

I hope you guys enjoyed that! By "beat them with your staff", wind meant he could defeat anyone who'd attack easily using his staf as a medium.

Once again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUGETSU!
Reviews are always a good thing, flames will be used to roast marshmallows, constructive criticizm will be taken to heart.

Also, if you find any errors please do tell me, This chapter has been edited to fix any grammatical errors I missed in the first proof-read.

Arc, signing off!