Prologue
Disclaimer: I don't own Rise of the guardians.
The snow fell down on the late September afternoon as the small five year old skipped home from his first day of school. His excitement was only tempered by the fact that the other children were just as new as him and they took him in with open arms. He was now the prideful owner of two shiny new friends.
This boy was young. He still had the belief of magic that faded with age. He was still completely enamored with the world and had no reason to doubt the kindness of a stranger. He was just your typical naive young child.
Then he opened his front door to the sound of his parents yelling at each other. Hours later would find the young boy under his covers in a fitful sleep as the blankets wiped away the tear tracks from his face.
Little did he know, this was only the beginning The years passed and it did not get any better. It was a wonder why the two adults were never divorced. If they weren't fighting about important things like budgets and bills, they would argue about trivial matters like which friends the other disapproved of or if the two should go out to a social gathering or not.
Of course the arguments never made it out of the house. To the neighbors, they looked like the typical American family, so no one was the wiser.
Though the whole situation spans over several years, the real effect of the tension in the house didn't even take a full year to get to the boy. The first incident happened when the boy was walking home from school on the first day of his winter break.
He had just heard from his friends about a jolly fat man clad in red that broke into his house through the chimney and left gifts. He was really excited to tell his father of his new discovery. How was he supposed to know that his father would get mad at him for bringing up Santa Clause?
His father yelled out in rage about a satanic symbol of grand larceny. The boy did not understand what that meant, so he could only run to his room holding back the tears of disappointment. He never liked disappointing his daddy. He never brought up Santa around his father again and his teachers were a little worried when the boy showed up in class without that little twinkle of wonder in his eyes.
The next incident was a few months later when the boy was at school. He had just taken a large bite out of his apple and he couldn't hide his yelp when he saw his tooth stuck in the fruit when he looked at it. His friend was very excited and practically bouncing as he explained about the tooth fairy and how she would leave him a quarter if he left his tooth under his pillow. The boy was very excited and told his father of his tooth plans at the dinner table.
The father was not pleased. He went on a huge rant about made up stories and useless figures that promoted getting money without actually earning it. The boy did not put his tooth under his pillow that night. He never forgot that night.
Months later found the boy skipping out of children's church and he heard stories of a fluffy rabbit that delivered chocolates and sweets around the world on Easter Sunday. When he asked his father about this, the man was not happy about this either.
He ranted about demonic rodents taking attention away from he real meaning of Easter. The boy did not cry that night, for his tears had dried up after the second incident and he would not allow himself to show weakness like that ever again. He would make his daddy proud.
The following day, the teachers grew more worried when the boy lost some of the hope that kept him so cheerful. The night that followed had the boy in a fitful sleep as a black horse made of sand watched over him menacingly.
As the years passed, the boy grew to be more cynical as he had no one to believe in. He was clever and he often made jokes to relieve stress, however, these jokes were usually satirical and would criticize others. Many people were turned off by his lack of faith in human morals and he found himself pushing his friends away as he grew older.
By the time he was ten, he was completely alone, and no one wanted anything to do with him. He realized that the legends that his father did not approve of were taboo, and he was in the beginning stages of his rebellious phase, so he decided to find his own legend to believe in.
He used his new found energy to look at Google for an obscure story. The numbers were too vast, so he decided to narrow it down by looking for winter legends, since Winter was his favorite season. He automatically skipped over Santa Clause and was surprised when he found the name Jack Frost in a snowy font.
He did his research and was surprised when he read of how few really believed in Jack Frost. This was perfect. His father couldn't warn against it if it was too obscure to warn against.
End
I know it's short, but it IS a prologue. Hopefully future chapters will be longer. I'm gonna try a new story, so give it a chance before turning away.