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Hurricanes - The Script


Chapter 1: The Prophecy

All was quiet in the usually bustling grounds of the North Pole. The yetis were silent, relishing a well deserved holiday after another hectic Christmas season, the elves were playing silently around the workshop and of course, Santa Claus, or North as he was affectionately known was resting himself in the Globe Room, idly staring at the numerous lights that decorated the huge Globe, each representing a child that still believed.

North was propped up against a high back chair, watching the globe and he sighed. Christmas could not have come earlier this year, North thought in amusement. He then fingered the ice rocket he was carving when a hum could be heard.

The huge Guardian of Wonder narrowed his blue eyes as he rose from his seat, staring at the edge of the globe where the buzzing noise could be heard.

"It's been a long time, old friend," an aged and reedy voice said from behind him.

North gasped and spun around, wielding a small dagger from his belt loop as he turned to face the intruder.

"Oh, Horatio, it's you," North said as he heaved a sigh of relief when he saw his dear friend, Father Time emerge from one of his time travelling portals.

The bearded old man clad in robes gave a small smile as he lowered his scythe. "Apparently so," he replied dryly.

North gave one of his signature belly laughs as he thumped Horatio lightly on his back and gestured for him to sit down.

"Now, friend, what brings you to the North Pole?" North asked conversationally.

Father Time sighed as he turned his worried gaze at North. The Russian was taken aback; Father Time never showed his true feelings that much, though North suspected that ever since he had been created, he was forced to harden his heart due to the fact that he was often the harbinger of chaos, change and unpredictability for mankind.

In other words, he was born to be ruthless, cold and unforgiving. Much like time itself.

"I'm afraid I have bad news to bring for you Nicholas, and it's concerning your guardians," Horatio replied, his eyes shrewd.

"I believe you have a Feeling just recently created?" Father Time prodded as North's face grew alarm.

"Kayla…" North said and this confirmed Father Time's suspicions that Manny had taken heart and turned her into a Feeling.

"Well, I hate to be the bringer of bad news, but the Prophecy is already in full swing, even as we speak," Father Time said solemnly.

Now it was North's turn to look taken aback.

"What prophecy, Horatio?" North asked, his usual jolly demeanor replaced by apprehension.

Horatio shook his head in mild amusement. "The prophecy which was written precisely 2000 years ago, signifying the start of the Dark Era," Father Time prodded but North still looked clueless.

Horatio sighed. "The prophecy, North, the one which foretold that a mortal would be turned by the moon without having to sacrifice their life and who will destroy doubts and shadows once and for all. The spirit would then embody mankind's most important human emotion for the betterment of all of mankind," Father Time said in a tone as if explaining to a young child.

North didn't take his friend's usual bait but stared at him openmouthed.

"What do you mean Horatio?" North asked, not quite believing what his friend was telling him.

Father Time looked wistfully at his Russian friend.

"It means the Dark Times are now upon us, North and it's only a matter of time."

Meanwhile, in the streets of Ireland, Jack and Kayla were flying together, laughing and pelting each other with snowballs and blue energy balls.

Kayla screeched as a snowball whizzed over her head, nearly smacking right dab on her forehead.

"Jack! I'm so gonna get you for that!" Kayla yelled as she slyly formed a blue energy ball and threw it at her boyfriend's face, lightly stunning him as the blue energy dissipated to its surrounding.

Jack's blue eyes widened and he smirked, sneaking up to her. "Kayla, Kayla, Kayla, you are so going to regret that," Jack said and chased his beloved across the powder blue skies.

Jack was struggling to keep up with her, she hadn't known it but her speed was starting to overtake his. Jack didn't know to feel proud or threatened. He preferred the latter.

With a burst of speed and a laugh, Jack managed to catch his beloved around her waist and hold her tight against him.

"No fair! You used your supersonic wind," Kayla said and she pouted as Jack kissed the tip of her delicate nose.

"All's fair in love and war," the winter spirit said in a playful tone as he hugged her tighter. Kayla rolled her eyes and laughed her auburn hair flying in the wind.

It had been one year she was changed by Manny into a Feeling, a spirit which embodies a certain human emotion and didn't have to give up their life to become immortal. Feelings are considered the driving force behind the supernatural as they can influence human emotions thus influencing the belief of other spirits in the other world.

Kayla huffed at the memory of North's explanation to her and Jack about Feelings. Why can't they just call us supernatural influencers instead? She thought sourly as she felt her blue dress being tugged by the afternoon wind.

It has also been one year since she was missing from the human world, an act which shocked the people around her greatly.

Mrs. Montgomery, her grandmother had accepted Kayla's explanation on the night Kayla became a Feeling (that's another long story) and had said goodbye to her only granddaughter. Kayla had visited her grandma almost every single day after she was done helping the guardians with their tasks, that is until her grandmother died.

Kayla had attended her grandmother's funeral sometime the year before when her grandmother passed away and heard the laments admist the feeling of sadness enveloping everyone who came for Leah Montgomery's funeral.

Whispers of "oh, such a poor family," "the poor old lady must have died from the shock of losing her only granddaughter" and "such a tragedy," could be heard from where everyone had gathered.

The person who had arranged Mrs. Montgomery's funeral was none other than Jamie himself. The now 35 year old man had found Mrs. Montgomery lying on her bed, as cold as ice when he visited her to ask how the search for Kayla was going.

Kayla recalled seeing Jamie, his wife and 1 year old daughter, Catherine, sitting on the pews of Burgess's only church, looking quiet and desolate for they had a soft spot for Kayla and her grandmother ever since taking care of little Kayla when her grandmother had to go marketing.

Of course, Jack didn't want his best friend and brother to worry too much so he had kept the secret of Kayla's transformation to himself. He figured that Jamie didn't need to be dragged into this and he would tell him when the time was right.

As for Kayla's disappearance.

The local police had conducted search parties for the missing brunette who was now considered long gone by her friends.

Kayla recalled flying to Burgess High School where she previously studied and was shocked to see her face down the hallway, where her schoolmates had set up a memorial for their lost friend. Kayla nearly cried when she saw her blonde haired best friend, Madison with her brother Andrew, who had already left school, stop by one evening and left a small rose beside her beaming picture.

Kayla was tempted enough to let them belief she was here but honestly, that would do more harm than good.

The subject of her grandmother's death and disappearance was a sensitive one for Kayla and the rest of the guardians had known not to talk about it whenever she was around.

But they couldn't help but worry about her sometimes.

Kayla returned to the present and gave a weak smile at Jack who understood what she was thinking and hugged her tighter. Kayla closed her eyes and buried her face in his hoodie, tuning out the beautiful green Ireland hills and soothing wind against her cheek.

"It's going to be alright, what's past is past, Kay," Jack rumbled in his soothing deep voice as he smoothed her hair back.

Jack looked at her as she smiled at him, the fire returning back to her hazel eyes once more.

Something caught Kayla's eyes as she stared far into the blue sky. She gestured for Jack to turn around and look and when he did, he gasped.

The Aurora Borealis.

"C'mon, we have to get to North's Workshop now," Jack replied urgently as Kayla followed behind him, looking slightly confuse.

"Why is the Aurora Borealis here in Ireland?" Kayla asked looking troubled and Jack quickly explained to her that the Borealis was the distressed signal North gave whenever he wanted to meet the other guardians and it could be seen from any part of the planet that the guardians were scattered.

Jack took her hand in his as he raced back to the North Pole, manipulating the wind to push him in a supersonic motion past continents and seas, Kayla struggling to keep up behind him.

In due record, they arrived at the North Pole, Kayla breathless and Jack looking apprehensive.

"Next time, take North out for a couple of drinks and try to pry out the way how to make his snow globes, hmm, Jack?" Kayla asked drily as she straightened her dress and gave him a grin.

Jack smiled. "No promises, but I'll try," he replied cheekily as he led her to the globe room.

The yetis that were used to the familiar breeze of cold wind that signified the winter spirit was around, let him in with an almost bored look on their faces.

The both of them raced up to the Globe Room, anxious to see what was going on. They reached there and saw the rest of the guardians who looked worrie but nonetheless, smiled at the two of them.

"What's the problem now?" Kayla asked, slightly out of breath as she looked at each of the guardians. North looked troubled, whereas Tooth, Bunnymund and Sandy all looked confused and disgruntled (on Bunnymund's part).

"I'm afraid you're the reason why we're here, Kayla," a familiar yet foreign voice said as Kayla whipped her head behind her.

She gasped. "Father Time," she said and eyed the old man with confusion at his statement.

"I hope immortality is suiting you well," the Spirit of Time said as he gave her a very rare small smile.


Fun fact: Horatio means 'Man of Time' in Latin :)

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