Rise of the Guardians Fanfiction: Age Doesn't Stop Belief
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Age Doesn't Stop Belief
By Angel Ayami
Chapter 1: Voice Be Discovered
Everyone has spoken before that at a certain age, it's time to learn to grow up, let go of any imagination, any presence of childhood belief. At an age parents always attempted to rationalize with their children that the stories they have spoken of are untrue, just imagination. To them, Santa, Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, even the Sandman; are just simply figments of imagination. However, there are some older who still hold onto that tiny bit of belief inside their hearts, rare as they come, believe that those figures they cared about since the age of a child do exist…and sometimes if they're lucky…get to experience seeing them for themselves.
The cold wind rushed in the short blonde hair of a 20 year old girl as she was staring over the side of a beautiful, more modern, red sleigh, looking down at the faint glitters of yellow dots of lights from cities below. Her crystal colored blue eyes were nearly sparkling at the sight of such a beautiful landscape, fingers clutching the edge, only to jump when she felt his hand against her shoulder. The hand was cold as ice to the feel, but something that didn't matter as she looked back at the pale face of the blue eyed, white as snow haired Jack Frost who kept a cane in his other hand, a mischievous smile playing across his lips. "Want to go down a little closer?" his voice asked softly and she briefly nodded.
"Yeah." Was her response as her hand held onto his, using it as balance from the still moving sleigh. Jack still had that playful smile as he rest one of his feet against the edge.
"You be careful with her now lad, last thing we need is one of her kind to end up badly damaged." The Russian accented voice of North spoke from the front and both in the back gave a faint roll of their eyes. Jack slipped his arm around the girl's waistline.
"Always will." He replied to North as he felt her arms wrap securely around his neck, warm to the touch against his icy cold skin. "Be back in no time, we'll catch up." With that said he took a leap off the sleigh with the girl in tow, feeling the rush of air before Wind caught him with ease and they were moving through the air as if they weighed nothing more than a pair of snowflakes.
Now, I believe most of you reading this are probably wondering how this all came to be, right? Well, to make it easier on you, let's go back to December 11th, two weeks before Christmas, all will be explained in due time.
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It was cold in the city of Seattle, Washington with thick blankets of snow covering from the streets up to the top of the city's Space Needle. All of this was courtesy of Jack Frost, who was perched atop the landmark his bare feet in the snow as his cane was held in his hand staring at the handiwork he had created with the help of the wind. The bitter nighttime air was crisp and cold, a peaceful smile came to his lips as he closed his eyes it wasn't bad for this season's work. He got kids to have fun and enjoy the snow day whether it was on the streets or in their own backyards until they were called back inside as the night came at five in the afternoon, temperatures would drop low to this city of steel. Of course, it wasn't complete without his fair bit of fun until all the bundled up children were safe and warm inside their homes. Softly exhaling, he opened his eyes and hopped off from the roof of the space needle and reached to the glass of the halted round structure on the metal beam that supported it in the air, lifting a finger and traced intricate patterns of frost upon the windows humming softly to himself as he moved around it to give the glass a nice coating.
After his work upon the structure he chose to walk the telephone lines, letting his cane drag along the wires and left thin coats of glittering white in the moon's light. It's been a good few months since he took his oath and joined the rank of the Guardians, Jack still continued to live his life as a nomadic type leaving frost and snow wherever he went…as long as the season was right that was the only restriction. Oh, and as long as it didn't blend into the Easter Sunday (Bunnymund would have his ass harder than a boiled egg). Christmas was just around the corner, two weeks from now to be exact and he would enjoy watching as people were rushing like chickens with their heads cut off for the most perfect bargains (he enjoyed Black Friday most) all for their children and family. Of course, there was always the help from North, good old Saint Nicholas who he knew on a personal note since Pitch Black arrived months ago, but none of the adults knew that. Jack stopped in midstride along the wire, watching some of the adults go by ladened with toys, games, candy, sometimes even clothes hiding in the shopping bags, adults never believed in them couldn't see the Guardians as children could. The most rotten thing of all is when the parents told the kids at a certain age that they didn't exist, made them stop believing. It made him sick to think about it as he clutched his cane in a much tighter grip…there was always that pain if he overheard such a thing as what those young kids believed in for so long was crushed in a single sentence. Oh the tears he has seen…he blinked and shook his head quickly to rid himself of those thoughts.
Jack was about to continue his stroll, perhaps ask the wind to return him home but he was stopped when he heard the faint sound of song coming through the speakers. He had heard all before but this sounded like something being sung live. Jumping from his perch he made a small float over to a quaint little café that he was nearby, listening to the sound of the piano being played.
Where are you Christmas?
Why can't I find you?
Why have you gone away…?
Where is the laughter
You used to bring me?
Why can't I hear music play…?
Jack was listening to the melody and he reached a hand up and wiped away the frost from the windows on the outside, looking inside to a good view of a blonde haired young woman, hair cropped short to the neck, bangs held back by a pin with a bit of holly in it as her fingers graced the keys of the piano, her voice carrying through the microphone that was hooked up to the stereos filled inside and the out.
Does that mean Christmas changes too?
Where are you Christmas?
Do you remember?
The one you used to know…
I'm not the same one…
He looked and blinked as the tune became a bit louder and he took the opportunity to swing himself into the small building, warm as it was, bringing in a cold breeze causing the man to curse and Jack settled against the wall listening more clearly.
Is that why you have let me…go?
Christmas is here.
Everywhere!
Christmas is here!
If you care!
If there is love in your heart and mind.
You'll feel like Christmas all the time.
I feel you Christmas
I know I found you
You never fade away
The joy of Christmas
Stays here inside us
Fills each and every heart with…
Love…
Where are you Christmas?
Fill your heart with love…
At the end of her soft hum everyone in the room gave a round of gentle applause, Jack included, the cane resting in the crook of his arm. Though he wondered if it would matter, by this time most of the room was filled with adults. She stood up and bowed a little, brushing some hair away from her eye, but she paused as her eyes caught sight of the winter white haired spirit that had been watching. Jack paused a little when he caught her gaze…could she…see him? Among this crowd…shouldn't he had been nothing more than invisible? She shook her head a little and went over to the mike and brought it down a little. "Thank you for listening everyone, but it seems my time here is up for tonight, come by again tomorrow if you want to hear more. For now we'll go back to the CD's." she spoke, her voice gentle with a hint of sweetness as she got off the stage, some people handed her small bills as tips for good music. Jack was growing curious and he moved his way through, weaving passed those who were in the way, though he did drag a cold breeze with him, only to stop at the serving counter. A cashier was handing the girl a cup that had a sleeve around it, through the small hole it was steaming and he caught the hint of chocolate.
"Thanks for coming in today Raquel, it means a lot to us. After all, live music is very rare in cafes these days." The cashier spoke with a gentle smile on his lips as he looked at her and she nodded.
"It's no problem. I like what I do after all." Raquel spoke as she took the cup into her hands. "I'll be back at the usual time tomorrow boss." She picked up a bag and pulled it over her shoulder and waved before heading the direction of the door before the man could speak another word. Again Jack trailed behind.
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Outside in the cold, Raquel pulled her scarf up to her cheeks a little, nuzzling a bit against the soft fleece as she took a small sip of the warm hot chocolate that was in the cup, letting her tongue roll over the taste of chocolate with just a hint of peppermint. She was sitting at a bus stop, staring as people walked on by and sighed, curling up a little as she sat alone…or so she thought. She sighed, closing her eyes, feeling a small bit of cold rub against her nose, leaning back to stare up at the covering of the bench. "I think Jack Frost just came and nipped me." She chuckled softly and then stopped when she heard a male chuckle.
"Actually, I nip those who I like, nice try though." He spoke hovering over her and Raquel's eyes shot open, crystal blue colored orbs wide as she stared at him. There was a pregnant pause and she jumped followed by a soft scream.
"Wh-Who are you supposed to be?" she questioned startled as she pointed at Jack shaking just a little.
"Me? Well you just called my name no longer than two seconds ago." He replied airily, smirking a little as he leaned on his staff. "You know it."
"Jack…Frost?" she paused and then she couldn't help but burst out into laughter. "You're kidding right? I mean sure I still believe he exists in spirit, but really he can't have just solidified in a human form right before my eyes." Raquel spoke as her laughter died away but looked at Jack.
"Well I hate to burst your bubble, but I am a spirit. How you can see me besides the kids is beyond me. You want proof?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
"Sure…why not? Go stand out in the middle of the road, see if a truck goes right through you." She was speaking sarcastically of course, but the snow spirit wasn't exactly having it.
"I'll do you one better." Was his response and he shifted his cane into hand walking around the side of the stop, waiting for a moment, watching a pedestrian come by he traced the crook of the cane across the snow covered concrete and a thin layer of ice began to flow and right under that person's feet and in that moment they had slipped and all the goodies they were carrying were scattered everywhere on the flattened snow. He turned and looked at Raquel, placing the staff against his shoulder, looking proud of himself at the state of shock on her face.
"How did…" she started and cleared her throat and lowered her voice for him to hear. "How did you do that?"
"Magic that has been gifted can be a powerful, yet fun thing." He spoke and swung himself over the back of the bench, taking a seat beside her.
"Okay, one more thing, say that I believe you're Jack Frost, how can I see you? You said kids normally can as long as they believe in you. Isn't that how it goes?"
"Well yes in a nutshell. But how you are able to see me is even stranger to myself. I'm used to children seeing me not adults. Besides how old are you anyways?"
"I'm 20." Raquel spoke a bit bitterly. "Don't like anything about it really." She sighed. "But growing up has to happen at some point I suppose. But seeing you is really the oddest thing that has ever happened in my life." Jack was silent as he listened to her talk, but then his gaze traveled a little to the night sky. Questions were reeling in his head. She was 20 years old, able to see him when most stopped believing at 15. How could she see him? How could she hear him? They were sitting there together having a normal conversation it seemed, but it still didn't answer the questions. However, he knew how to get his answers; Santa. "So…you're really Jack Frost?" her inquiry snapped him out of his daze.
"Huh? Well yeah, that was the name that was given to me. Still skeptical though?" he looked at her, his smirk playing back.
"A little, but maybe this is just my brain pulling off an illusion…I'm just tired." She spoke softly and sighed. "Maybe I'm just dreaming." She murmured softly behind her scarf. Jack was about to speak but was stopped when he saw the bright headlights of a metro transit bus coming to the stop. He gave her a light nudge as he got up. Raquel blinked and looked at him, sitting up straight. No words were exchanged as she saw the bus come, but she glanced at Jack again before the bus came to a complete stop and the door opened. She climbed in and paid her fee, glancing out the window she still saw him standing there, but in the front of her mind she thought she was simply just dreaming and went to go find her seat.
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Jack on the other hand had taken into the air and called for the wind to take him to Santa's workshop and make it quick. For where he was going it took a fair bit by the way he was going and soon landed foot on an outstretched portion of the workshop, bare feet touching the wood softly. As quiet as he had been the doors burst open and the jolly white bearded man came out a grin on his face. "Jack, my boy, how were your rounds in North America?" he asked jovially.
"They were fine, but listen. Someone saw me. I'm not talking about a child either; I'm talking about a 20 year old young adult." Jack spoke, his tone turning into one of slight seriousness.
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Angel Ayami's note: I'll be honest, I saw the movie just Thanksgiving and I will say it was the best movie I've seen and I loved it. I also hope you loved this first installment, I'm still contemplating on putting Pitch in this series or not, but you can leave an opinion if you'd like. Also, the song lyrics were not mine, they were 'Where are you Christmas' by Faith Hill. For now, kisses~!
