Darkness.
That's the first thing they remembered.
It was dark, and it was cold.
And they were scared.
But then, then they saw the moon.
It was so big and it was so bright.
It seemed to chase the darkness away.
And when it did, they weren't scared anymore.
Why they were there and what they were meant to do, that they've never known.
And a part of them wonders if they ever will.
The ice cracked above the two twins, when they defied gravity and were lifted from the icy pond. The boy wore a brown cloak, a loose brown tunic and tight brown leggings. The girl was dressed similarly, only replacing the tunic with a brown dress that was tied just under the breast. Hands intertwined with one another, they both gasped at the same times, ice blinking rapidly as they adjusted to the moons light. They both stared at the moon in wonder before both of their bare feet touched the ground. Frost spread around the boy's feet, while a light silvery light surrounded the girl's. They released each other's hand to stare at their own, wonder glowing in their icy blue eyes. The glanced at each other, then to the moon, and back at each other again. They stared into each other's eyes before giggling together.
They walked forward a few steps, stumbling, as if they were young babes that was attempting to walk on their stubby legs. Both the girl and the boy hit their feet against something within their first few steps. The boy reached down to pick up a crook. A shepherd's staff to be specific. The girl picked up two items, a black piece of cloth that she instinctively tied around the lower half of her face, and a bow.
When the boy touched the staff, he was astonished by the sudden frost that coated it, and the ground. He quickly ran off, momentarily forgetting his sister, to test out the new object, touching it to trees and watching the fern like patterns grow. The sister giggled at her brother, she studied the bow before pulling it back, and gasping as a light shaped like an arrow appeared. She aimed it at the sky, and released. Giggling as the stars seemed to glow brighter, and lights much like the ones in the north danced across the sky.
She only stopped gazing in awe at the laughter of her brother. Said boy was skating around her, dancing with his staff. The girl hooted at that and followed his lead, strapping the bow across her body all the while. Much like how frost followed her brother, northern lights followed her, a beautiful combination and pattern forming as they zipped across the ice together in delight.
In one instant, the two nearly fell before being lifted up in the sky by the wind. They stared at the ground in wonder, looking at what the frost and northern lights had created. The looked at each other and chuckled before the wind dropped them and they crashed into a tree. Only once the branch stopped shaking did they let out a nervous laugh. Together they stood, noticing lights of a nearby village, they looked at each other before nodding and hesitantly calling on the wind to take them there.
"Ah! Khione!" Jack yelled, starring at his sister as she caught on to the idea of flying easily, her white hair fluttered in her face as she smirked at her brother and grabbed his hand to steady him. Soon they touched down on the ground, well, Khione did. Jack wasn't prepared and ended up stumbling out of her grip and around the front of the town.
"Oh, Jack," Khione sighed, going over to her brother and offering a hand up as he laid on the ground. Jack rolled his eyes before taking the offer and being yanked up by her. Jack laughed and gripped her hand tighter, dragging her into town and saying hello joyfully to every person that crossed his path while his sister shied away, already knowing that she wasn't going to talk to anyone, she had a feeling that socializing was never her thing.
Jack stopped and bent over to talk to a boy, "Oh, uh, excuse me. Can you tell us where we are?" Jack barely finished the sentence before the boy barreled through him. Jack clutched his chest and gasped painfully while Khione looked around, her mouth agape.
Soon, random people just began to walk through the both of them, a cold feeling running each of their spines with each passing. "Hello?" Khione yelled, trying to get someone's attention. Her brother repeated that action. But alas, for no matter how loudly they yelled, no one noticed them. Soon, the two left the village, without a clue as to why they were unseen, but deeply disheartened by it.
And that was a long, long time ago.
A girl sat amongst the branches with her frost white hair tied back in a lose braid that reached her mid back. Her black winged, ice colored eyes, with its shimmery blue eyeshadow, were narrowed into slits as she slowed her breathing. Her already pale skin looked stark amongst her dark leather jacket, and fingerless laced gloves. Despite the cold, all she wore were a pair of thick leggings with clothed patches, and a plaid, blue colored kilt, that flayed out into a short ruffled icy blue skirt. Her bare feet were wrapped around the branches, keeping her steady despite the winter winds.
In appearance, she would seem deadly, with two blades strapped across her black, one resembling a rainbow of cooled colors, the other being a silver sword, the blade decorated with dragons, it hilt with a blue orb. Her left ear had a silver snake coiled around it, though, it didn't move, it was very much so alive, as was the black dragon that clung to the top of her right ear. In her hand was a blue bow, it looked like a modern fishing bow. With a reel with silvery thread wrapped inside it. Her wright hand wrapped around it tightly, her finger tapping the metal. The sound of her armored claws making a comforting sound amongst the woods.
The girls eyes fell on a couple, they were walking back in the cold, but the girl seemed a bit dazed. Hazy even. The man beside her was a few years older, his brown eyes were taking in the petite girls form hungrily, with a gaze that was only predatory. It was then that the girl in the trees drew back the bow string, aiming at the man.
"Per virtutem mentis meae," she muttered from behind the black mask that covered the lower half of her face, a silvery light taking the empty place of where an arrow should be. "et ex voluntate mea, Ego adducam super vos," she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her silky voice saying the last few words. "A hiemes fatum!" She whispered harshly, before releasing a beautiful silver arrow that struck the man.
The man cried out, and dropped to the ground, momentarily losing consciousness. The nearly victimized girl looked around, confused of what had just happened to her soon to be attacker.
With a twirl of the hand, the bow shrunk into a blue cylinder that could easily be clipped to the buckles of her kilt. Once it was secure, she dropped down from the branches and landed behind the hazy victim, not caring to be silent, the hazy victim couldn't see her anyway. The girl placed a hand on the back of the victim's neck. The victim blinked, once, twice, her eyes focusing as she realized where she was. She gasped, looking down, before whipping out her cell and calling the police to report a near date rape crime.
The victim paid no mind to the girl who took to the skies, leaving her alone in the woods.
"Nice one Khione," a bubbly voice said next to her. Khione looked to see a boy that was the same age as her, in fact, they looked nearly identical, with exception for his boyish features, and short hair. He wore nothing but deerskin tights and a navy blue hoody, ridden with frost. Joy seemed to follow him everywhere as he took to the skies with her, a wooden crook clutched tightly in his hands.
Khione smiled beneath her mask, though, Jack could always tell what emotion she was trying to convey. "Thanks Jack," she told her twin, a twinkle in her eyes. "And, as much as I love harsh and cold justice as the next person, I say, we go and have a…"
"Snow Day!" They both shouted, and Jack giggled in delight before they both dived down into the nearest town.
Deep in the northern hemisphere, a man hummed to a song as he expertly crafted a beautiful creation in ice. He had white hair that reached the nape of his neck, and a long white beard. He was wide, clad in a red and black shirt and brown pants with heavy snow boots. His sleeves were pushed up, revealing his naughty and nice tattoos. He chuckled as his ice train came to life, and joyously trumpeted as it took flight.
The moment of joy, however, was short lived as a yeti slammed open the office door.
North cried out in disappointment, and the yeti gasped fearfully. North sighs into his clasped hands. "How many times have I told you to knock?" he yelled, looking at the yeti. It responded in gibberish, whatever the creature said left North in astonishment.
"What?" He asked, "The globe?"
He grabbed his swords and quickly made his way to the globe room. Slightly annoyed with the cluster of elves that gathered there. "Shoo with your pointy heads," he said, making his way to the globe. "Why are you always under boot?" He questioned them before shoving past two yetis to stare at the large globe that was decorated with millions of tiny golden lights.
"What is this?" He questioned, watching some of the lights in South America go out. "Have you checked the axis?" He ask the two yetis as more began to disappear in every country. "Is rotation balanced?"
A wind blew through and North stared up in slight fear as black tendrils of sand began to take over the globe. The sand exploded and scattered, dusting across the floor before reforming into the shape of a man. The laughter of the man carried through the air hauntingly.
"Can it be?" North questioned. He clinched his fist before turning around to address one of the elves. "Dingle! Make preparations," his Russian accent carried a little tone of worry. "We are going to have company." He turned back toward the globe and twisted a nob on the control panel. Northern lights rose from the lights on the globe, going through the skyline, a signal to those who are Guardians.
*Smexy Line Break!*
YAY! New Fanfiction! Anyway, this is going to be written fairly quickly, one, I have a time limit on the movie, and two, because I should really be focusing on other stories. Anywhozles, I hope you enjoy this. And if you do, leave comments!
Translation: By the power of my mind, and the will of my breath, I bring upon you, a winters fate.
~Hera Jackson