this story is a follow up idea to the last chapter of another story I wrote. (a pooka's drunk fanatsy)

* i don't own Rise of the Guardians. i just write fanfiction about it.

The goose that laid the golden eggs brought great wealth to a village hidden from the mortal world. The village was populated by giant men and woman. Even though the kids were considered small compared to their elders, they were still bigger than the tallest human male. Each and every child delighted in the appearance of the giant goose.

The goose's feathers were whiter and fluffier than any cloud. It's grace was like the wind, even though the giant bird waddled a lot. It's special ability to lay golden eggs is what made it's owner, a simple geese farmer, the richest man in the village.

As the old geese farmer passed, he left his still youthful goose to the children of the village. The children cared for and loved their goose until their own passing. Leaving the immortal goose to the next generation, and the next, and so forth.

Many generations passed, and the goose remained in the same village, bringing gold that would be melted and crafted into beautiful items such as swords, picture frames, cups, and so forth. The village became so engulfed with greed and envy of the most prettiest gold items that the adults lost all reason.

The adults wanted more gold for themselves, but only one goose could lay the golden eggs. Even when they bred their goose, the hatchlings never carried their mother's special ability. Because everyone wanted more gold, more than one goose could give, fights would break out over the gifted bird. The villagers became monsters and the children soon became their parents as they grew up.

The villagers became too greedy and over aggressive making the goose flee the village in search of a new home. She came across a castle, older than the village she was born in, and settled in the tallest tower. Safely away from the villagers she use to love. The old crumbled castle was miles away from the village, perfect for the goose to nest.

. . .

Jack Frost opened an encyclopedia. His icy blue eyes scanned through pages, searching for a map of the world. He thumbed through the old pages, sometimes coming across short notes left by Bunnymund. Finally, he came to the right page and smiled in triumph.

"I found the map!" Jack shouted over to Bunny. He laid on the grass on his stomach with his slender legs kicking behind him. He held the giant book open before him as he looked across the field to where E. Aster Bunnymund worked on coordinating his eggs. "Bunny! I found the map!"

"Good job! I'll throw ya a bone later!" Bunny replied with obvious sarcasm.

Jack pouted. Everyone was always so busy. Even he was busy, but he managed to make time to spend with his family and friends. Right now Jack was working on finding the castle in the clouds where the goose that laid the golden eggs was rumored to live.

The winter boy looked from Bunny to the map in book. He read the names of a few places, liking how they sounded off his tongue. Jack pondered where the best place to hide would be. The best place had to be sunny and warm, but with a chance of rain.

"Do you think the goose would hide in Miami, Florida?" Jack asked and rolled on his back, looking up at the ceiling in the Warren.

Bunnymund's ear twitched and he frowned. He answered Jack with a 'No' and continued to organize his eggs. He pulled out his brush and picked up a blank eggliet. The Easter Bunny was busy and he needed to finish painting todays round of eggs. Bunny gave out commands and pointed with the end of his brush.

Easter Sunday this year was going to be perfect. He put all his effort making sure every brush stroke was perfect, every color was vibrant, and every detail clean. Bunny didn't have time to deal with Jack's sudden excitement to find the goose that laid the golden eggs.

"Bunny?"

Bunny painted the egg in his hands with his eyes narrowed with concentration.

"Bunny?"

The blank eggliets squeaked and danced, waiting for their turn. Their squeaking tuned out by the Pooka as he focused on making swirls.

"BUNNY!?"

. . .

Toothiana the Fairy Queen flew over jungle tree tops from mountain top to mountain top. Three Baby Teeth followed quickly behind her, keeping a 'V' formation. The cool misty air brushed against Tooth's dazzling green feathers.

Tooth slowed her speed as she neared a small village. She landed on a tree branch, her fairies hovered around her. She ran a small hand through her damp feathers and pulled out a coin. With a grin, she flew off the branch and went to the village.

Three teeth were collected. Tooth smiled down at the little boy who grinned in his sleep. His smile reminded her of Swiss cheese. She covered her mouth with her had and held back a giggle.

The little boy had dream sand in his eyes and she could see he dreamt of the Tooth Fairy and her gifts. One of the Baby Teeth brushed the boys messy black hair out of his face. The other two lifted the covers to the boy's shoulders and tucked him in. Tooth lightly and tenderly brushed the boy's cheek and wished him sweet dreams.

Tooth left village, needing to continue her work. As she flew through the clouded sky, her mind wandered back to the boy's smiling face. She giggled, and lost focus on where she was going. Her violet eyes moved quickly as she whipped her head side to side, bird-like, as she tried to find her location.

The clouds gathered into a giant mass around Toothiana and her fairies. Nobody could see a thing through the clouds. Tooth heard her fairies squeak, calling for each other through the dense clouds. She lost sight of them a gasped.

"Baby Tooth!?" Tooth called out, worry in her voice.

"Fang!?"

"Milky!?"

Tooth spread out her hands, searching through the clouds for her fairies. She strained her hearing, but she could no longer hear the squeaks of her fairy friends. She felt a heavy weight settle in her stomach as she flew in circles, trying to find her aids.

Baby Tooth held Fang's hand. Fang held onto Milk's hand. All three flew together, searching for their keeper. They worried for her, hoping the clouds would clear so they could reunite with their queen and see her safe and smiling.

The clouds began to change colors from white to grey to dark grey. Tooth shivered and noticed a flash not far from where she flying. She picked up an unusual scent in the air. Then the sound of thunder boomed loudly. Tooth covered her ears and grit her teeth in pain.

. . .

North scribbled in his sketch book. Unable to come up with a new toy. Artist block. He groaned and stretched his arms above his head and let out a long sigh.

One of the elves, Dingle, walked over to North with a small plate of cookies. He waved a chocolate chip cookie, gesturing for North to take it. The old man smiled and took the treat. He patted Dingle's head before taking bite of the sweet treat.

The door to North's office burst open. North's face turned red and he gave a steady look at the one who stood in the door way, but his stare went unaffected. A riled up teenager shut the door behind him and walked into the room.

"Perhaps knocking is too old century for you, Jack" North began, "I should install a door bell, maybe then you and everyone else will ring the bell before barging inside my private space!"

North crossed his tattooed arms over his puffed chest. He didn't like people 'waltzing' into his office without permission. North's office was a private place, and he would appreciate a respectful knock to the door.

"Sorry," Jack said after a moment. He clutched his staff tightly in his hand and his shoulders rose with tension. North picked up on the body language and pushed his anger to the side. He gestured to a seat with his hand before taking the small plate from Dingle and offering a cookie to Jack. "No, thanks," Jack said, "I didn't come here for cookies."

"Then why did you come here? To see me?"

"Yeah. I need your help,"

"Name it and it's yours,"

Jack smiled at Nicholas St. North. The man was always so helpful, and giving. Jack took the seat offered to him earlier and brought his knees to his chest, curling his legs on the seat. North held back a comment on Jack's odd siting position. He waited patiently for Jack to talk.

"I need a goose," Jack said in a serious tone.

"A goose?" North asked and raised an eyebrow. Curiosity twinkled in his eyes and he leaned forward in his giant chair. He felt Dingle crawl onto his lap, getting cozy with a cookie. North knew teenagers were strange, but Jack was something completely different. He smirked at his fellow guardian, knowing he was going to be entertained today. "Go on, Jack."

Jack bit his bottom blue lip and considered his next move. He could start by explaining from the beginning. Or he could start at the end and return to the beginning. He shook his head and decided to talk about what he really needed.

"I need to find the goose that lays the golden eggs," Jack said, "The one from Jack and the giant bean stalk,"

North was quiet for a second and then he burst out laughing.

"Ha ha ha! Don't tell me, friend! Bunny put you up to this!? Ho ho ho!"

"No!... I-I don't get what's so funny," Jack stuttered in confusion.

North stopped laughing, swiping a tear from his right eye. He still wanted to laugh at the idea of golden eggs. He tried his best to hold in his laughter as he explained.

"A long time ago... Bunny and I went on a quest to find this egg, following a rumor that went about a small village in the mountains of South America, close to the equator. We searched all around high in the clouds and found nothing! Bunny was so flustered he..."

"What?"

"He sealed off the entrance to his egg chambers. He felt so silly for making me follow him to a journey with no prize, that he wanted to forget all about his uncompleted collection."

"I remember discovering the egg chambers. Giant rooms with rows of shelves full of different types of eggs. He got so mad at me when he caught me looking at them! I know he likes eggs a lot, and I know he wants this golden egg real bad, North. Which is why I have to get it for him!"

"You want to get Bunny the golden egg to make him happy," North said more as a fact than a question.

"You know, we've been together for over a year and he still refuses to talk about himself, and his past," Jack said looking down at his feet. "I've tried asking him about his collection and he completely avoids the question! Did he really have to seal off the egg chambers just because he couldn't find the goose that lays the golden eggs?"

North smiled and nodded his head. He remembered the look on Bunny's face when they had come up empty. He remembered more of that day and the way he was left feeling when Bunny turned away from his open passion for eggs, and made him swear never to mention it. North looked at Jack's curled position on the chair across from his desk.

"You think getting him this egg will open him up to you," North said, guessing correctly by the way Jack looked at him with wide icy blue eyes. He could see a whirlwind of emotions.

"Why?" North asked. "Why does he not open up to you?"

"I don't know," Jack replied. He felt sad, angry, and confused all at the same time. He wanted to know Bunny on a more personal level. He wanted to become closer to his partner and explore his back ground. He had shared details of his life as a human boy with Bunny, and he couldn't understand why Bunny wouldn't do the same.

North grinned and grabbed his pencil. He sketched an image of a flying object in the cloudy sky, pulling along a giant egg, and handed it to Jack. The winter spirit looked the picture over and smiled. His face brightened up. North smiled, happy to see this new emotion take over Jack's young face.

"Do not be sad, Jack," North said softly, "I will find a way for you to get your egg."