Hey, guys, this is my new rise of the guardians story starring my friends and I as OCs hope you like!
Casey's POV
I sat there, at my desk drawing, my best friend asleep on my bed. I rolled my eyes at Maggie's snoring. It was a sleep over, yet, I couldn't sleep, I just couldn't shake the feeling that me and my friend were being watched… I looked down at my sketchbook, The fan art that poured from this book was based on the stories Jamie told. My friends liked the stories too, they just couldn't understand my obsession. Of course I believed, my belief was all I could hold on to in this hectic world, unlike most people my age, I didn't care what people thought about me, or what I believed in. I looked back to my drawing to see an evil smirk on the face of Pitch Black, the boogy man. The drawing was too accurate, I shivered and turned to a new page. Jack Frost, why was that name so familiar?
Then I got an evil idea, I touched my alarm clock and it went off, jolting Maggie from her sleep. "Casey! What the hell was that for?!" She demanded through my laughter. "You were snoring," I state, once I can breath that is. "Come on, we're going for a walk," I said. "Case, it's three A.M. and snowing," she said. "All the more reason to - Wait! It's snowing?!" I demanded. "I should have never said anything," Maggie laughed as I ran and opened the window, allowing the cold air to rush in, I loved winter. I inhaled and exhaled the freezing air, it was some how comforting, relieving me of the uneasy feeling that I had only moments ago. "Come on," she sighed, giving in to my request for a walk, we got on warm clothes and went out quietly so not to wake my aunt.
We walked around Burgus, sticking to the sidewalk. "We should probably go back," Maggie said after a little while. "Yeah, I guess," I sighed. As we rounded the corner that Jamie's house was on, Maggie suddenly, without warning passed out. "Maggie!" I exclaimed, rushing to her side. "Maggie, wake up," I pleaded, I was about to call for help, but a hand clamped over my mouth, holding it shut. I panicked and tried to fight back, but grabbed only sand, Then then sand seemed to solidify, binding my wrists behind my back, my captor removed his hand, but before I could call out, it was replaced with the same sand. Some of the sand moved over to Maggie, binding her in the same manner. My eyes widened as I got a good look at it, black, just like in Jamie's stories, yet it was still so familiar.
Then I hear a dark chuckle and footsteps behind me, my captor walked in front of me, grabbing me by the chin. My eyes widened, standing in front of me was none other than Pitch Black himself. "Hello, Casey, lovely night, isn't it? Oh wait, you can't answer," he smirked evilly. My heart clenched, how did he know my name? He released my chin and shoved me to the ground, my shoulder length brown hair flared across my face. I tried to scream through my gag, but it didn't carry more than a few feet. Pitch smirks and what appears to be a horse made of the same sand material. Pitch picks up the unconscious Maggie and throws her over the nightmare, returning just after for me. Just as he is about to grab me, I feel a gust of cold air. "Touch her and I'll make the fight worth your while," a voice snarled, my head whipped around, Standing there, holding a long wooden staff out threateningly was a boy. A boy with hair as white as snow, pale skin, he was wearing a blue hoodie. Nice body too, I thought to myself, looking him up and down. If I wasn't gagged, I would have grinned, according to Jamie's stories, if my hunch was right then my rescuer was none other than Jack Frost.
"What are you going to do, Frost, throw a snowball at me?" He mocked, making another grab for me, but Jack blocked it easily, much to my relief. "I've done it before," he smirked, as the two fought, my heart and stomach clenched in fear. Then Jamie runs out, "Casey! Don't be afraid, it only makes him stronger!" He exclaimed. So I stopped pulling against the bindings, and I concentrated on getting my heart rate under control. Once I managed to start breathing normally, Pitch started to slow down, his movements becoming sluggish, he glared at me, enraged that I was no longer scared.
Jamie ran and got Maggie away from the nightmare, he simply touched it and it turned into a golden sand that floated away on the wind. He carried her back over to me and stood in front of us to offer some sort of protection. When Pitch realized that he wasn't going to win this, he simply vanished. "Is he gone?" Jamie asked. "For now, but this is Pitch, we can bet he has something up his sleeves," The guy that I assumed was Jack said. I pulled against the bindings, hoping now that Pitch was gone they would disintegrate like the nightmare had. I grunted, trying to slip my hand through it, but every time I almost succeeded, it just wound itself farther up my wrist.
Then the boys seemed to remember our presence. Jack walked over and whispered, "I need you to stay perfectly still," he grabbed my wrists and after a moment of intense cold, the sand fell away from my body, allowing me to move and speak. I sat up. "Thanks," I muttered. "W-wait, you can see me?" he asked, eyes wide. I nodded sheepishly and ducked my head. "I'm a big fan of Jamie's stories," I chuckle, "I just never thought they would come in handy," I mused. He went over to Maggie and I watched as he froze the sand, and the bindings shattered. He looked to me, "Can you walk?" he asked. I nod and stand, I'm a little wobbly, but not to bad. "Jamie, get home," he commanded. Jamie shrugged and went inside. Jack picked up Maggie and we walked back to my house, I was bursting with questions, but I didn't want to freak him out. "Thanks again, you know for saving us," I said. "Just doing my job," he said, his cheeks turning a faint pink,it was adorable.
When Maggie and I left, I had left the window open, good thing too, Maggie accidentally locked us out. Jack flew her up, then came back for me. He sat me down on my bedroom floor. Then I thought of something, "How do you know where my house is?" I asked, amused. His cheeks heated up and he scratched the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed. "Jamie told me that you loved the stories and drew pictures based on them, I wanted to see how accurate they were," he said, "I didn't snoop or do anything creepy," he added quickly, causing me to snort. "I'm sorry, I'm just not used to this yet," I laughed. He grinned. "I have to get to the pole and warn the others about Pitch, I'm not sure when I'll be back, it could be tonight, but keep a close eye out," he said. "Sure. I don't really sleep anyway," I said. "Why not?" he asked, confused. "I don't know, ever since I was little, whenever I sleep I have the worst dreams, so I just don't sleep," I say with a shrug and a grimace. "Oh," he says indifferently, but I can see in his eyes that he's troubled by it.
He hands me a snow globe. "Um… what's this?" I ask. "It's one of North's snow globes, If anything happens, anything, even if one of you has a nightmare, whisper 'the north pole' out loud and throw it at the wall and run through the portal," he instructs. I nod, understanding, "Don't go anywhere alone either, always have someone with you, travel in a group," he says.
"Thank you, sergeant safety," I smirked. "Any time, comrade come-back," he laughs and he climbs out my window and out on to the wind. "It was a pleasure saving you, milady!" he bowed with a ridiculous flourish. "Oh beat it, snow ball," I smirked. "Hey! Thats snow balls to you!" he joked, causing me to nearly collapse in a fit of giggles. Wait, was I giggling? I never giggle… His eyes softened, "I'll come back when I can," he said and flew off on the wind.
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