Hi everybody!
So, yeah. I made that promise way back when that I WOULDN'T start another story while another story was still in progress for the sake of a sad incomplete story floating around the archive. Right. But...I broke that promise. :(
I know "The Crystal Thief" is incomplete, but it has, like, 2 more chapters, tops. So I can work on this story now. Hopefully. If I have time. So I would love it if you guys read. I LOVE RotG, and I just wanted to write a fanfic about (eeek! Love is in the air!) Jack Frost. This is my first Rise of the Guardians fanfiction, please don't be mean in your reviews guys!
Reviews are appreciated.
Enjoy! 3+ reviews and I will update.
PS. This chapter is sort of a "preamble" to the whole story. :) Enjoy. Again.
When I was born, the heavens exploded.
The entire sky split apart at the seams, light coursing through the midnight blue. Stars flashed brightly, swirling and spinning, and as the Northern Lights streaked over the pale snowy mountaintops, I burst out of the grayish clouds at the top of the universe, glowing with light, stars encircling my waist like a belt, my eyes still completely closed.
I landed in the glade, covered with stars, pulsating with light.
When I opened my eyes, I was looking at a bright, full moon.
A Few Hundred Centuries Later:
Night had fallen across the town of Burgess, and the nights were dark and moonless, frosty leaves glimmering next to shingled rooftops.
Starla crouched on the roof of 180 Lincoln Boulevard, staring out across at Man in Moon, gleaming as a perfect sphere in the middle of the black night sky.
She waited for the perfect moment, till she got that amazing rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. And then she bounced off the roof, soaring high up into the air, near to where the moon was. Then Starla pushed off, sliding across the sky, her arms spread wide, stars zooming out from behind her. She laughed as cold wind slid against her skin, against her lips, streamed her blonde hair back.
Starla twisted in the air to see the formation of stars flying out—gold against midnight, the sight she loved to see most at night.
Finally, she dropped, landing in the gray green grass of Easton Street, and folded her arms over her chest to survey her work. Another perfect job, Starla told herself, smiling.
She spotted a little girl out on her porch, drinking a glass of water a few houses away.
Giggling, Starla shot over to her house, and let go a few lights from her hand, blowing them into the girl's yard. They filled the grass, lighting up the entire yard like magical fireflies, and the girl dropped her water, laughing and running into the lawn to play with the luminous creations.
Starla stood there in her yard, smiling at her as she played.
Children had never seen her. She had never been believed in, not even a bit. Even though I put the stars in the sky and the lights in the water, the trees, the grass, Starla thought bitterly, they said it had things to do with the way the Earth moved and crap like that. But she wasn't one to care.
Starla loved children. And in that way, it was unfortunate they couldn't see her.
She liked her life perfectly the way it was. No reason to change anything.
What Starla liked to do most at night was sit on rooftops and watch the Sandman's Dreamlines float through the entire town of Burgess. Sometimes, she touched some and watch snippets of the pleasant dreams dance around her.
Starla drifted into the air to touch a Dreamline, and when she did, it exploded in a soft shimmer of golden sand, revealing a girl jump-roping with a bunch of other girls. She laughed.
Starla hugged her knees to her chest, dropping slowly back onto the roof. Maybe it was fun to help the children by making them dreams, or to collect their teeth like the Tooth Fairy did.
Starla shrugged to herself. She heard the Tooth Fairy was the nicest spirit out there, but she had no idea—she had never met her.
But there was no reason to change all that. Starla liked her life exactly the way it was. It was boring during daytime, when there was already light outside, but she liked the soft, quiet, cool nighttimes of Burgess, when the magic from her hands could send her own creations of light out into the universe, like an artist painting, and all the children of the world could look out and see her stars and lights.
But none of them knew who the lights belonged to.
That was the one thing Starla wished she could change.
Guys, what do you think of Starla? I have her planned to be the Guardian of Innocence. Lol. Not that she's innocent or anything-as you'll see-but she protects the innocence, the lovely light innocence, the playfulness of a child that we all love and treasure. The fact that a child asks questions about things he or she doesn't know, how he or she is curious about the littlest things, e.t.c.
I want that to always be protected in a child. :)
So, I hope you guys liked this first chapter, even though it was VERY short, and I apologize for the absolute shortness of it. *awkward, apologetic face*
Jack: When do I come in, Crystal?!
Me: Soon, soon. *rolls eyes* Can't you just be patient?
North: WHO took my COOKIES?! JACK!
Jack: Why does he always blame me?
Sandy: *smiles sneakily*
Me: It's always the quiet ones.
Bye guys! Again, reviews would be much appreciated. Thanks!