Hello everyone and welcome to my first FanFiction for the "Rise of the Guardians" Universe. It has been a while since I last saw the movie so there could be some mistakes or total gibberish in here so please let me know whatever you notice that's wrong!

Also I haven't written any stories for a very long time, it could be that I'm a little rusty so please bear with me okay?

Anyway I hope you'll like the prologue, even though it is only a prologue for now. And just to be clear, YES, this will be a Jack x OC story, but I absolutely hate cliché love stories where they fall hopelesly in love in a matter of minutes say I love you at their first meeting and where the girl gets crazy powerfull and the guy continuously describes his "girlfriend" (YES! Girlfriend) as beautifull and incredible and perfect and his only true love over and over and OVER AGAIN! *barfs*

Pfft okay enough speaking. I hope you're all gonna like this story so I'm just gonna stop talking now and start writing.

It was during the Dark Ages that the shadows had been at their strongest, when terror and fright had been roaming the streets looking for poor victims to scare the living daylight out of. Pitch Black, also known as the "Nightmare King" had been rampaging through city and country with the greatest of joy. Loving the scared expressions and the high-pitched screams he managed to tear from both child and grown-up.

People had been scurrying around the streets, not making eye contact with anyone and always minding their own business. Belief in better times were hard to find, and if there were any of such "nonesense", as Pitch would often call it, it wouldn't last long before it had been crushed without mercy in a matter of hours.

The Man in the Moon was watching with sadness as Pitch wrecked havock across the entire globe, breaking a child's joy and fantasy with everlasting fright. Slowly he had seen their wonder, their hopes and dreams wither and die. He had to do something before it would be too late. And thus he created Guardians to represent these dying traits and protect them in each and every child all around the world.

The Guardians had forced Evil to retreat from the world and hide in a dark kingdom underground. Where it plotted and grew till it was time to show its ugly face again and take revenge. When the time had been right, and his powers were at its peak once again he managed to break free from his underground realm and slowly started to plant his seeds of darkness and fear around the world, he left one under every bed and every craddle of every child. This had been step one, step two was warning, or more precisely, scaring the guardians with the knowledge of his return. Step three was easy enough, which was tainting the children's believe in them.

The Tooth Fairy suffered the loss of precious believe first, loosing all of her teeth and fairies. Sandy followed shortly after, defeated by the dark mutation of his own Dream Sand. Bunny they got at Easter, with every egg he crushed he dimmed a light on the globe. North was greatly affected by the loss of believe in his fellow guardians and grew weaker by the moment. Untill each and every one of them was slowly withering away at the sight.

His plan had been flawless, perfect even. He had never given it thought that the Spirit of Winter, who had no one to believe in him, would be the knife to shred his masterplan. It frustrated him to bits that a single teen, not to mention a very irresponsible one who did not take anything seriously in all of his time as an immortal, managed to ruin his plans when they were at the point of succeeding. His jagged teeth had been bared in frustration as he growled at his disappearing Nightmares who, one by one, turned back to gold when they were touched by couragious children.

After that, the guardians had been driving him in a cornor, attacking him while he defended himself with a scythe made of black sand. He was kicked in the stomache and driven a few steps backwards again, he looked up to find the four of them united in battle poses, angry looks on their faces. They were so done with his threat of fear and darkness.

"It's over Pitch," the Jack Frost said as he took a few steps closer, his light-blue eyes were cold and hard as ice as they locked with Pitch's. "There's no place to hide."

Pitch thought for a moment before an escape came to mind and he let out a dark and evil chuckle as he disappeared into the shadows. He pojected the long tail of his shadow on the wall, puzzling the guardians as they tried to figure out which one was real. Out of nowhere he silently rose again on the very same spot he disappeared on, he quietly yet swiftly raised his scythe again pointing it at the young Winter Spirit. He slashed.

"Jack look out!" Bunny shouted but was too late.

Jack turned around and only managed to step a little to the side as the black scythe came down. Instead of slashing right through Jack's head, as Pitch had originally planned, he only cut through the fabric of his hoodie at his shoulder and slightly cut at the flesh underneath.

"You alrigh' mate?" Bunny asked.

"It's nothing Kangaroo," Jack said with a teasing smile on his face. "Just a scratch! Now lets go get him!"

But before any of them could do as much as lay a finger on the Nightmare King, he was swept away by a thin but strong tail of golden dream sand that came from a big sparkling whirwind in the same golden color that seemed to radiate brightly. Pitch's eyes widened in shock as well as fear, something he had never felt before, as the Sandman was resurrected before his very eyes. It wiggled its little finger at Pitch like a parent telling off it's child and let him fly in the air by a flick of his whip.

The cold freezing air taunted him and chilled him to the core as he rose higher and higher at an unimaginable speed, crashing through clouds and sky untill he was thrown back to the surface where he painfully fell onto the black, asphalt streets and was lulled to sleep by Sandy which was, for the first time in forever, filled with joyfull dreams.

Though when he opened his eyes again it felt like he had just fallen alseep again but this time straight into a nightmare. His biggest fear had come true once again. All around him people and children were laughing and having fun, almost on purpose, like they knew nothing upsetted him more then people daring to laugh and enjoy themselves in his presence. He bared his teeth again and snarled viciously at them.

"How dare you?!" He spat every word. "To have fun, in MY presence? Don't you know who I am? I am the boogey..." He was stopped mid-sentence when that awefully cold feeling went through his entire body as a child ran straight through him, completely oblivious of his presence. Leaving him feeling ice-cold and empty, a feeling he both feared and detested.

Pitch started to run as reality slapped him merciless in the face, the children had stopped believing in him, they were no longer afraid of him and he was once again deprived of power. He was weak and they were strong, he had to get out, go back to his Nightmares and make it back to his realm where he could safely rage and plan his next attack, and grow strong once again.

He had made it to the lake of Burgress, which was only a few dozen steps away from the abandoned bedpost that covered the entrance to his shadowy kingdom, when he was stopped in his tracks again by the guardians who encircled and trapped him once again. His dark blood ran cold and started to pump violently through his body as his breath came out in desperate gasps of air.

"Give up already Pitch!" Jack said with a serious voice laced with warning. "It's over!"

Over. No it could not be over!

"If it's really over.." Pitch started slowly, regaining somewhat of his courage. His knees still slightly shaking and his fists continuously clenching and unclenching. "Then what are THEY doing here?"

He motioned to the Nightmares. Out in the snow and in the early rays of morning light, their black bodies seemed even more eerie and out of place then when they had done at night. Their nostrils were flaring as they sniffed almost hungrily at the air around them, a lead of fear had brought them here. But who did it belong to?

"Can't be me," North said with his thick, Russian accent. "I'm not scared!"

All the others started to nod in agreement and it took Pitch only a few moments to register the truth. His breath hitched painfully in his throat when Jack spoke again. His words stinging yet numbing like frostbite.

"Looks like it is your fear they smell!" He said in a tone that almost sounded satisfactory and joyfull. Like Pitch's fear was a lovely present wrapped in brightly colored wrappings and a ridiculous bow on top.

Pitch ran for his life. Followed by his Nightmares who caught him in a matter of seconds and flew off with him and dragged him intk the looming darkness of his own home, the bedpost being torn to pieces and sucked into the darkness as the hole was sealed shut. A dark glow came from the cracks before it disappeared, leaving smooth stone behind. Like there had never been anything before.

While the Guardians went to celebrate their victory, a young Winter Spirit hissed so quietly at a soft stinging pain in his shoulder, that it seemed to pass the attention of the Big Four next to him who were laughing and cheering like there was no tomorow.

Each and every one of them had failed to noticed that the last remnants of fear had manifested themselves in the flesh of Jack Frost and started to sink into the depths of his body where they would nestle themselves and would wait with patience untill it was time to grow.

I hate it to copy write something from a movie. But this moment in the movie was the PERFECT place to alter it. I simply had to use it.

Anyway hope you liked reading that cause there is more of that where that came from.

I'd love to read your thoughts about this story and please don't hesitate to leave any mistake you found here in a review.

Love you guys and hopefully see you soon with a next chapter!~