A/N: So...I'm starting a new story...this is kind of a problem :/ Whatever, I went to see the Rise of the Guardians movie and really liked it. Some kid threw a candy wrapper at me though...I also started the book series it's based off and have already read the first 3 books. I love the premise and overall setting. Anywho, I got an idea and well, here.

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Chapter 1: The Beginning

It remembered when he first came into its life. It was a serene, quiet night many, many years ago. It was minding it's own business, swooping through the darkness for an evening flight. It bounced from cloud to cloud before coming to a gentle breeze. It hovered for a moment, before wishing the Man in the Moon a good evening. The Man did not answer, but the wind was not offended in the slightest. It knew he was a busy man.

And so the wind went on its way, doing a little loop and dove back through the clouds. It sent summer breezes southeast, and winter gusts to the mountains. Then it turned in a new direction. One that wasn't congested with the breath of humans or the pollution their handiwork created. One where the wind felt clean, light and clear.

The humans called it 'The New World.' It wasn't so much the words that interested the wind, for it was accustomed to picking bits and pieces of strange conversation of every language and dropping them into the ears of others. It was the way the humans said the three words that brought curiosity and fascination. It was the subject of conversation to a large number of humans, specifically those in Western Europe. The wind was confused at first. Was there a land so new that even the wind hadn't ventured there?

But then it wanted to laugh when they simply meant the body of land that was, how the British said, "across the pond." Silly humans.

It knew about the people that were sent over to establish settlement and claim land for their motherland. It followed them, pushed their sails, gently fed their fires, picked up a bit of the waves that splashed against their ships and thrust the mist into their faces and hair. It swept up women's skirts and tumbled through young boys' unruly locks.

Unbeknownst to the humans that had arrived there, this land was no stranger to the wind. It made trips here often, preferring the quiet of the woods as opposed to the hustle and bustle of foreign cities. It came to befriend the humans that were here before the settlers. They spoke with it, worshipped it. In return, the wind did little things such as guiding their arrows and spears to hit directly on target. It liked how these people embraced nature instead of tearing it down.

But enough of that, we're getting off course from the real story.

It was here that the wind sped to; excited at the thought of seeing it's native friends again. It was also curious to see how the settlers were holding up, for the wind had begun to send colder and heavier blasts of itself to that part of the world. It would be their fifth winter. The wind the unfortunate experience of watching their first three winters. It had never seen so many bodies all at once. It almost felt guilty whenever a sickly person shivered when the wind nipped at them, but a job was a job. That time, the wind wanted to cut winter a few months short for them, but Mother Nature wouldn't hear of it. The balance of the seasons would be thrown off she said. And then she continued to go on about how there was a strict protocol the elements of nature had to follow and who was she to go against those protocols when she herself made them and are you even listening?

The wind wasn't.

And so it continued to deliver colder breezes and rushed past the humans faster, biting through their rags. It rustled the trees and caused the outdoor fires to flicker. Sometimes, when a child had left a candle burning, it would gently blow the flame out when it was sure the child was fast asleep.

During all this, the wind received a sudden message from a moonbeam that was where no normal moonbeam would be. It hurried to the messenger, knowing that it was important if the Man in the Moon sent a moonbeam instead of contacting the wind himself. The little moonbeam flickered and pulsed, delivering the message with urgency. The wind, not being fluent in the Moon language even after all these years, took its time to translate the amounts of light the moonbeam pulsed with each syllable.

To the lake, it said. There is something you must attend to there.

The wind huffed in assurance that it would carry out the task needed. Without another word, the moonbeam flickered a quick The Moon sends his best regards and flew on its way.

The wind weaved its way through the trees. It skipped around playfully, taking its sweet time on the way to the lake. Hopping from tree to tree, it swung on the overhanging branches, making them sway and the leaves rustle.

Finally, it came upon a quiet lake that was frozen over with a layer of ice. A wall of rock was located on the other shore, making for a good diving board in the summer. The wind took in the landscape for a moment. It broke itself into many slivers, smaller and gentler than a breeze. They surveyed the area, diving into every crevice and running along almost every surface. The wind summoned them back and it became whole again.

It had saved the best surface for last. Hesitantly, it carefully stepped onto the ice, despite knowing that it carried no weight whatsoever. Then the wind began to enjoy itself again. It glided on the frozen water, making soft marks on the surface with the feet it did not have. It suddenly looked to the sky. The Moon was hanging so close, so bright. It was as if The Man was watching.

Then there was a soft cracking noise. The wind jumped off the ice. What was going on? Surely the ice wasn't so thin and weak that it would break under the nonexistent weight of the wind?

The wind looked again and saw that instead of gracefully splitting apart and floating on top, it looked like the pieces of ice were being pushed. From below.

As the ice continued to break, something told the wind to go to whatever was coming out. It crouched next the spot and looked curiously. It reminded the wind of a little chick making the first cracks in its shell. It silently cheered.

Come on, little chickie! I know you can do it!

The ice chunks lifted and fell away to reveal the creature. If the wind had eyes, it would've blinked them in surprise.

A...boy?

A/N: I'm rather pleased how this has started. It's a new writing style for me and it's kinda fun. So should I continue? If I do, I'm thinking of going through the events of the movie from the wind's point of view. Also, the wind doesn't really have a gender hence all the 'it's. Chances are I won't be updating this very soon due to getting the story moving in Sunshine and Roses. (tbh, i feel kinda guilty posting this while that needs some attention...) Welp, send me your feedback! Review!

X3 Ayumu