Hey guys! The sequel's here! *Clicks a button and applauding commences* I know it took a while. That's only because I had so many ideas for stories and I had to write them down before I forgot them and I needed to finish my Kane Chronicles/Percy Jackson crossover.
Oh, and I am going to attempt to write Merida's accent in without being annoyed by the red squiggle lines. Let's see how well that goes, shall we?
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story other than the plot. The gods in this story belong to… Actually, I don't know. They're my own characters in a sense, but they were originally deities, so… Are the ancient mythologies protected by copyright? Make of that what you will.
Jack Frost was running away. He was a human, and something was chasing after him. He didn't know what, but he ran nonetheless. He didn't know where his friends were, and he needed them. "What do you want with me?" Shouted Jack to the creature chasing him. It grew nearer and nearer until whoosh, the creature was on top of him. An animal with two heads and a snake as a tail. A Chimera. Jack struggled to get it off before it broke his ribs. "What have you caught, boy?" Asked a charming, sickly-sweet voice. It belonged to a man, that much was clear. He had an accent that Jack couldn't place. "Ah, a Guardian. Winter, at that. Good job, Pitch would be proud. Now, go." Said the man. The Chimera nodded and turned into purple mist. "You work for Pitch?" Asked Jack, getting up, but an invisible force held him down. "Work for him? No, no, we are more of partners, you see." Said the man hidden in shadows. "Sorry to disappoint, but your partner's gone." Said Jack. The man growled. "Who are you?" Asked the human winter spirit. "Who I am is none of your concern, boy." Said the man in shadows. A purple smoke appeared around Jack, immobilizing him. "You will have to do to lure him." Sighed the man, as if Jack was too pathetic to be bait. Wait-bait? Jack struggled against the mist, which made him sleepy. As the man and Jack were about to disappear, a golden arrow flew through the air and hit the man, as a grunt came from the shadows. "Morph, I know you like to mess around with peoples' dreams, but kidnapping a child during a nightmare? That's much, even for you." Came a young man's voice. "Ah, the archer. Tell me, how did you get in the dream? Father helped you, did he not?" Asked the man in shadows. Jack looked at a tree where the arrow and the voice came from.
"Maybe he did, maybe he didn't. That's not important. Leave this kid's nightmare." Said the voice from the tree. The man in shadows sneered. "Why should I? The others would love to have a new plaything. They already destroyed the last one's mind." "Leave, or you'll find yourself with an arrow through the chest." Said the voice from the tree. "Fine. I leave with a gift." Said the man in shadows. The shadows seemed to move and envelope the landscape for a second as the man disappeared. The man from the tree landed on the ground, reminding Jack of a cat. The young man, who looked like he was 18, ran up to Jack, a quiver full with arrows on his back, along with a bow. Jack felt himself become even more tired than before, and started to hate the man in shadows. "Sleep, little spirit, and heal." Said the archer. Jack consented and fell asleep.