Honestly I would like it if you guys told me if you think Wind/Enlil is an OC or not. He is intended to be the Wind, which is technically a character from the movie. I just sorta took it and ran with the idea that the Wind is its own spirit. So let me know. Please.
Jack has been alone for 300 years, or so the other guardians believe, but he knows the truth of it. He may not have had the friendship of the other spirits or helpers like Tooth and North, but he wasn't alone.
From the moment he woke up and was raised from the pond in which he became Jack Frost, the Wind had always been there. It lifted him high above the world and carried him to far off places where he could have adventures and fun. It would comfort him when the other spirits would ignore or yell at him. And when others got angry or upset with Jack for his antics, the Wind would sweep him away to safety pushing the danger to him away.
So no, Jack has not been alone for three hundred years. He has been held, embraced and cherished. And though Jack never questions the Wind's presence, never wonders if the wind is like himself, a spirit, he never forgets that it has been there through every trial and tribulation he has suffered.
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High above the Earth, among the highest clouds, lies a castle made of clouds. It is surrounded by roman pillars and arches made of clouds whipped into a lacy pattern by strong winds that never seem to settle and yet it is also peaceful once you enter the large open corridors. There is a single tower that pushes out from the labyrinth of arches and pillars, reaching for the sky far above. It is within this tower's highest room that the castle's master resides, sleeping for all eternity as he commands the winds of the world with his will, his very being having long since been caught up by the air he moves as one would an arm or leg. The man who sleeps lies on a soft looking bed of white, his clothes nearly blending into it. His skin is pale and his hair silver, though not from age. He lies perfectly still, a smile on his face and hands clasped peacefully on his chest as though in prayer.
The sleeping man's name has long since been lost to time though many have called him by names of their own choosing, and despite being asleep he does have his favorites and has combined them to call himself. He is Enlil Boreas, the four winds of the world. and one might think that being sequestered away in the highest tower of the highest clouds would be boring, and truly it was. Which was why Enlil found himself sleeping as he was, never waking. For why wake when the winds were your eyes and ears, allowing you to be a part of the world in a way that no other being could be. Enlil was both in his tower and not, his consciousness traveled with his winds. He was not omniscient but with a thought he could travel the whole of the globe in minutes.
So it was that Enlil heard the cries of distress beneath him one cold wintery day. They came from a pond he enjoyed stirring in the warm months as children played in its waters. He brought himself down and circled as he saw a young man, little more than a boy, and a girl half his height. Both were perilously positioned on thin, crackling ice that snapped at every movement. He heard the boy reassuring the girl that he would make sure she was safe and watched as the boy followed through with his promise, but his promise did not carry over to himself. Enlil saw the boy land on the breaking ice and reached out for him. He did not want to watch this tragedy unfold, but the ice broke and the boy was swallowed by the freezing waters as the girl cried out to him. Enlil felt for the girl and knew that if there was to be any hope of saving the boy she must move. So he pushed at her, pulling at her hair, trying with all his might to get the girl to go for help. As bubbles surfaced in a small explosion from the hole in the ice, Enlil knew it was too late for the boy.
Just as he was giving up hope, he noticed the moon high in the sky. No not the moon, but the Man in the Moon. The girl had long since run back to her home to tell the villagers of the boy's sacrifice. No one had come in an attempt to retrieve the boy, they had no means of fetching his body and Enlil knew they would wait for Spring to dredge up what they could of his remains. As he reflected on this turn of events he watched as the Man in the Moon reached out and through the ice. Saw as the ice was pushed up from beneath and heard as the boy gasped for his first breath in this new life. He was changed now, no longer possessing the brown hair and eyes of his mortal form. They were now a blinding white with eyes as blue as glacier ice. Enlil circled the boy, aiding him in being lifted before the one that brought him into this, the Man in the Moon. That was when Enlil knew he would always be with this boy, this young pure heart that had sacrificed his life for another. He heard the Man in the Moon leave the boy a name and little else before moving on with his duties.
But Enlil, never left the boy. He stayed as a constant companion with him. He taught him about his powers and he showed him to ride on his back so he could travel the world with him.
Enlil knew loneliness and would do everything in his power to make sure Jack Frost was never alone.
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