Disclaimer – I don't not own Rise of the guardians for which I'm very upset about
Chapter One
Jack glided soundlessly along the north wind as if he were a part of the very breeze. He twists and turns relaxing in the winds gentle caress that is oh so familiar to him, the one familiarity that he can count on to be there when he calls for it. His dark clothes in sync with the night sky, the only give away to his presence was the shine of his snow white hair in the moonlight. Jack softly touched down on the always snow covered willow tree branch. Home, Jack was glad to return to his lake, he rarely got tovisit his 'birth place,' since becoming a guardian he had little time to have fun like he used to, due to the duties and obligations he now held. He often found himself longing for a simpler time when he could have snow days all the time and go where ever he pleased, riding wind after wind. Now however, he had to respect, the other sprits holidays. Respect, Ha Jack scoffed as he kicked at a pile of snow beside him. When have any of them ever shown me respect, after all I am nothing more than a nuisance. Although he had to give them credit they had gotten marginally better since he had helped defeat Pitch. Pitch, he found himself pushing the to the spirits to the back of his mind and focusing on the man or rather shadow that had turned his world upside down, apart from gaining the guardians he had also found his memories a bright spot in an otherwise bleak adventure.
His sister, god what had happened to her, had she made it home okay? His parents had they mourned him, moved on? If only there was a way to find out. Jack found that he could remember more and more of his human life, rather than just what he had gained from his teeth. He could remember the scent of his mum's apple pie cooling by the window, his rather returning home from work, smelling like oil. He was a watch maker he remembered fondly. More of his human life was returning to him, the guardians could tell he was changing, becoming less focused as the need to carry out his duties was replaced by a burning curiosity to find out what had happened to his family.
Almost as soon as Jack had thought it, Manny shined brighter than normal, guiding his light to Jack's lake, showing him a series of images that flew by before stopping at the image of an old man. The man was old and frail in phasic, his clothes long and billowy that enhanced movement. In his hand a timer, Huh, Jack thought what does it mean? After a moments silence a soft, soothing voice whispered from the depths of his consciousness Time. Time? Jack like all spirits had heard of the keepers of time, all stories' differing, Men, women, children, no story alike. However, the man in the moon had yet to lead him astray and he knew just who could tell him about this Time, The Guardians.
Deciding to wait till morning before venturing back out into the night, Jack laid against the tree letting the snows cold embrace lull him into a dreamless sleep.
In another part of the world an old man looked to the pulsing moon and smiled, his eyes full of knowledge his smile one of fondness, soon Jack soon we shall meet once again and I'm sorry.
Hey guys this is my first serious attempt at writing, so please review criticism is welcomed x