Disclaimer- I do not own Rise of the Guardians or the song, Lost Boy.
A/N- Hey guys, so this fic was inspired by the song Lost Boy. I think it fits really well with Jacks own story, so yeah, enjoy!
Hey, I'm Jack Frost, you probably haven't heard of me...not many have. For the past three hundred years, it's been just me and the wind. Making sure that Winter gets here on time, yeah that doesn't get me many friends. It seems that none of the other seasonal spirits understands that Winter is just as vital as their seasons. Especially that rabbit. I was still trying to get control over my powers and I accidentally messed up one Easter. Big deal.
I had someone in the beginning. The man in the moon. He's the one who told me my name when I came out of the lake. I was so scared and alone and he told me my name and then left me to fend for myself with no explanation as to who I was or what I could do...or why nobody could see me... I used to trust him, but not anymore. When I finally broke I yelled at him for hours, frozen tears streaming down my face. "Why did you do this to me?! Why would you make me and then leave me alone?! Was it fun?! Do you like watching me break?! Do you just like to watch me suffer?!"
I had just finished bringing the snowstorms to the town of Burgess. I returned to my cave and curled in on myself, crying. I knew that I should be used to people hating me and my snowstorms by now, but it still hurt. That's when I saw a human-shaped shadow gliding over the cave wall. Jerking up, I backed myself into a corner. "Who's there?" As soon as I said it I rolled my eyes at myself, they couldn't even see me. I was not expecting to get an answer.
"My name is Pith Black or as others call me, The Boogeyman. I can sense your pain." His voice was soft and there was a hint of...concern? I had heard of him before of course. They all said he was evil. I never put much stock in their rumours. "Well yeah, plenty of pain here. I'm Jack Frost."
We talked for hours. It was extremely weird, but it was so easy to open up to him. I trusted him and that was rare. With the number of times, I'd been hurt, I found it difficult to trust anyone, not that there was anyone around to trust in the first place. I think it's because he knows what it's like to be ignored and hated by people who know nothing about you as well. He was just as broken and hurt as me, the difference was he'd learned to control it and turn it into power and motivation. I couldn't do that yet, but he promised he'd help me. I believed him.
"Come with me. You can live with me. It'll be safer than being out here alone." I was, of course, sceptical, sure I liked him and I trusted him more than most, but he was still a stranger. In the end, I did decide to go with him. I think it was the mixture of concern, worry and hurt on his face. He was abandoned too. He wanted a friend too. That's what sealed it for me. "Rise up," he said and I did. I took his outstretched hand and let him help me to my feet, a few tears escaping my eyes and for the first time in my three hundred years of life, they weren't out of fear or hurt or loneliness, they were out of joy.
Burgess was below us as Pitch and I sat on one of his nightmare clouds. They were actually very beautiful up close. Fear kept children safe. It protected them. I felt a weight I didn't even know was there lift off my shoulders as we finally left the town. There were so many memories there, almost none of them good. Burgess was my past, full of hurt and sorrow and loneliness and fear, Pitch was my future, full of light and power and hope and joy. He smiled over at me and I could see that he was feeling lighter as well. This would be a new start. For the both of us.
I've been living with Pitch for a few years now and I can honestly say it's been the best few years of my life. Despite being three hundred years old I'm still a kid, an immortal teenager. Pitch is sorta like my dad now, I still call him Pitch mostly but when I get extra emotional I say, dad. He cried the first time that happened. I'm so much happier and I can tell he is as well. We needed each other then and we still do now, I think we always will. Pitch saved my life and I know I can never fully repay him, but I love him, he's my family. Things are calm and I enjoy life now and experimenting with my powers. We recently created a NightStorm, which is a combination of one of Pitch's nightmare horses and one of my Snowstorm horses. She's incredible. Things couldn't be better.
A/N- Hey, so I hope you guys enjoyed this, I had fun writing it. I'm thinking of writing a second part which'll be about the Guardians kidnapping Jack and trying to make him become a Guardian, what do you guys think? Anyway, please review, :)
-MercuryStars