Hey! So I was watching ROTG for the hundredth time today and I got this idea! Read and Review
Emily
The cold breeze blew fiercely over the many tall, round, snowy hills. Perched atop one of these white, chilly hills sat a workshop. At first sight, you would describe this place as magical, jolly, child-like, and warm. Can you guess what this place is?
Well, some may say it was Santa's workshop. However, we know him as Nicholas St. North. (Or just North, as he goes by sometimes.)
Usually this place was buzzing with cheeriness and toys. North would create amazing products, eat his cookies, and check out the Naughty and Nice list. A yeti would groan as he, once again, was instructed to change the color of toys from red to blue and vise versa.
But not today. Something bad was happening, and that is where our story begins.
The Guardians were gathered in one big room. In the middle of the room stood a tall globe glowing with tiny lights. Each light represented a child who believed in them. The Guardians stood shocked as little lights went out one by one, until it finally stopped. Each had a sick feeling in their stomach. They knew what was happening.
Toothiana, a.k.a Tooth, whimpered and sat down on a nearby stool, putting her head in her hands. Her fairies perched loyally on her shoulder. Sandman, or Sandy, shook his head softly, an image of a broken heart above his head. North was leaning heavily against the railing, obviously trying to take this all in. E. Aster Bunnymund was starring as his freshly painted eggs. As for Jack Frost, well, he was drawing frost figures on the window. His crystal blue eyes glistened with sadness, and he wiped his snowy white hair away from his eyes.
"Hey, come on guys. It's not as bad as it seems." He said, turning away from the window.
"Not as bad as it seems? Were you not even watching! The lights have never gone out that fast!" Bunny said, throwing the eggs on the floor. They splattered.
"Yes, but still. We just defeated Pitch, what, about a year ago? Why is it any different from now? Apparently his plan is still the same."
"How do we know he doesn't have a different plan, Frost Boy?"
"We don't. But if he does we will have a better one, because I have a plan." Jack said. Every Guardian looked up at him.
"Oh great! We would all love to hear it!" Bunny said, heavy on the sarcasm.
"Bunny, be nice," said Tooth, "Jack, continue." Jack cleared his throat.
"Gladly. Now, Pitch is trying to stop the kids from believing in us. Why is that? It's because we have something that he doesn't. We are believed in. People can see us! So, here is my plan. Maybe if we spread the word to Jamie and his friends, we could get the word out about Pitch. That way people would believe in him and he would leave us alone." Jack finished. Everyone was silent, clearly in deep thought. Sandy was the first to chime in. Above his head, a big thumbs up was shown.
"What! No! Listen, Jack, your plan is ok. But think about the children. How will it affect them? They will be scarred. Clutching their bed sheets like they did before we came! Darkness would creep into their rooms, leaving them petrified! No way."
"I have to agree with Bunny. Sorry Jack." North said.
"Wait a minute! Jack's plan is great! I am with him on this one." Tooth stated. Sandy showed a bundle of question marks to show his uncertainty.
"Well, Bunny, what is your plan?" Jack asked, arms crossed over his chest.
"Thank you for asking, Frost. My plan is that we take Pitch down and never let him get back up. We will fight him to the death, or better yet, lock him up someplace he cannot get out of. First, we get his horse demons. Then, we get him." Jack laughed.
"Really? Don't you remember a thing? We barely won the last time! If it weren't for Jamie and the others, we wouldn't have won!" Jack argued.
"The boy has a point." North said.
"Whose side are you on!" Bunny demanded.
"Yeah, and besides, I am sure my plan will work. You have to trust me. I know how Pitch feels. I spent over 300 years being invisible to the children, to be thought of as an 'expression' or a 'myth'. I know what he is going through. Trust me, it doesn't feel too good." Sandy pointed a sand arrow at Jack.
"Listen here, Jack hasn't been a Guardian that long. He has almost no experience! He is irresponsible and reckless! I, however, know more. I have more experience in being a Guardian. I know my place." Bunny was almost nose to nose with Jack.
"Oh yeah? Well I know my place to."
"Haha! We all do! Your place is not being believed in! Being invisible to the children, and out of our hair! That, Jack Frost, is your place! You will never be a Guardian, no matter what the Man in the Moon says!" By now Bunny was screaming. Everyone in the room gasped. The yetis stopped painting. It was quiet. Jack walked over to the window and picked up his staff.
"Well then, if that is how you all feel. That I'm just a nuisance, then I guess you don't need me anymore." He didn't make eye contact with anyone. He just stared at the small square on the floor waiting for someone to disagree. No one did.
"Point proven." He said. Then, with one step, he disappeared out of the window.
How was it? Trust me, it should get better in the next chapters. Sorry if it was a little OCC, I'll work on that.
Thanks for reading! Please review!
