Hey, guys. So, I watched RotG the other day, and this story idea hit me while I was watching the film. This might or might not be continued after a while. I'm still coming up with a plot and everything. I just wanted to put this up to see what kind of feedback I'd get. So please, tell me what you think, good or bad.
BTW: My OC's name, Muireann, is pronounced like "mur-in." It's an old Irish name meaning "sea white, sea fair." Just thought I'd clear that up :)
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Chapter 1
It was a blustery winter day in Ireland. It was Jack Frost's doing, of course—his job was to bring the winter winds wherever he so pleased. Calling the chilly gale to push him forward, Jack ventured his way around the scenic landscape below him. Ireland was one of his favorite places to visit. Good for snowy winters, and home of the selkies. He loved to watch them dance, and he would mess with them by hiding their seal skins. They eventually found them, of course. To hide a selkie's skin meant you had complete power over them. Jack didn't want any of that.
The waves of the cold sea ebbed and flowed quietly, kissing the shore and retreating, a perpetual game between the sand and the surf. Jack smiled to himself. The sun was setting, and the Man in the Moon would be bright and full tonight. That's when the selkies would come out to dance. Jack lowered to the surface of the water and grazed his fingers against the reflective sea. Ice appeared where his fingers touched. It was his way of letting them know he was in their presence.
He settled down on the rocks by the shore and waited for the sun to set. As he waited, he formed ice balls in his hands and chucked them at the unsuspecting birds flying overhead. He chuckled as the birds squawked and flew away in terror.
"I've still got it," he mused to himself. As he spoke the words, he heard something moving about in the rocks behind him. Becoming curious, he turned and began crawling over rocks and boulders, cautious of scaring the thing away. Jack heard rustling again, closer this time. Maneuvering his way around, he came to the source of the noises. He took a breath to ready himself. When he peeked around the corner of the boulder, his breath hitched in his throat.
The selkies arose out of the iced water, laughing and shedding their seal skins. They knew Jack was there; the ice told them so. Man in the Moon shone bright in the star-spangled sky, bathing the bare selkies in brilliant moonlight. Their soft laughter filled the air as they began to dance; they waved their pelts as they spun and leaped. Males took females by the hands and paired off. One male was short a partner.
"Muireann?" he called out. He looked around, but could not see her anywhere.
"What's wrong, Fionn; scare Muireann off with yer human form?" another male, Tadhg, called to the confused selkie as he waltzed by. He and his partner laughed.
"No, she's not here at all. I haven't seen her all day," Fionn called back, worried.
"She went sunbathing this morning. Maybe she just decided to stay here until the dancing," Tadhg's partner, Maebh, commented.
"Or maybe she got her pelt stolen," Tadhg winked. Fionn frowned at him.
"Don't say that. You know how she feels about that."
"It's a possibility," Tadhg shrugged. He and Maebh went back to dancing. Tying his skin around his waist, Fionn set out to find Muireann.
When he peeked around the corner of the boulder, his breath hitched in his throat. There, jammed between two large rocks, lay a small girl; naked, bleeding, curled up and shaking like a leaf. By the spots on her back, shoulders and legs, Jack knew she was a selkie. He hopped down from his boulder, landing on his feet quietly behind the poor girl. Crouching down, he looked closely at the gash in her side that was bleeding like crazy. Selkies were naturally pale, but she looked sickly.
Jack leaned over the girl and moved her head so he could see her face. He brushed her snow white hair out of her eyes, and he realized who she was. Her name was Muireann, and she was one of the younger selkies. He had stolen her skin once, and she cried and begged him to give it back. He hadn't known it would scare her so much, and he promised her he would never do it again.
Pulling Muireann into his arms, he called her name softly. He put his hand on her gash to try to stop the bleeding. Jack saw her big gray eyes flutter open hazily. She was weak, Jack could tell. She opened her mouth to say something, but Jack hushed her.
"Shh, you're all right. Just stay still," he cooed. He put more pressure on her side, causing her to whimper in pain. A chilly breeze rolled by, causing her to shiver violently. More blood gushed from the wound. "Now's not a good time!" Jack muttered to the wind, and it stopped. Jack held Muireann close, wishing he had body heat to warm her. He was probably freezing her to death.
Looking to Man in the Moon, he whispered, "Please, MiM, send help. Tell North. Please; she's dying. I won't let her die." Jack gazed down at the helpless creature that lay limp in his arms. "I'm a Guardian now, and I won't let anything happen to you. Believe me."