This is my first Fan Fic :D I'm in love with RoTG and finally got to writing. I hope you all enjoy. Also there will be some JackxBoy material in later chapters. :L

BEFORE

I was surrounded, shrouded by dark. I couldn't feel anything. Never felt anything at all. So what was this shockingly new feeling to me? Over the decades I've lived. Why was this different? I've been invisible to everyone for over 300 years. And this new feeling of loneliness was unbearable.

I was 18 when I died. The year was 1712 in a small colonial town. Later to be established as Burgess, Pennsylvania in 1798 long after my untimely death. I didn't in fact live in the town, directly. I lived on the outskirts of town in a little house overlooking a small lake. The day of my death would mark a series of events to plague my existence for as long as I will live. The way I died seemed so unfair, yet satisfying. I did in fact save someone I cared deeply for. We were just ice skating on the frozen pond not far from my home. I had to save her, my little sister. I scarified myself indirectly to save her. I fell into the cold water, instantly my whole body went numb. How long I had been in that freezing water I will never know. Glistened by the full moon I died but was reborn as a spirit.

I am Jack Frost.

I awoke to the moon. It just seemed to chase the darkness away. Why I was there and what I was meant to do. That I wouldn't find out for a long time. I floated up and out of the water back onto the ice. I gazed around looking at my hands. I noticed by my feet a large wooden staff. I touched it with my bare foot as a blue aura appeared where I had touched it. I picked it up gripping it tightly in my hands smiling. I started to float, flying through the night sky as excitement rushed through me. I stayed floating in the air before I fell landing on a tree branch. I noticed a small town in the distance. I didn't know at the time this was my home as my memory was plucked clean at my rebirth. I then adjourned to the town square not knowing what was about to change my life forevermore. I asked the locals where I was. Not caring to answer my question. That's when it happened. Someone ran straight through me like I was smoke from a campfire. Fear flooding my mind I ran as fast as I could in any given direction.

I stumbled across a tree that seemed strangely familiar to me. I attempted to climb the tree but to no avail. I fell from the tree landing flat on my back. I let out a deep breath as the air from my chest was forced from my body.

I curled up into a ball sobbing quietly. I whispered. "What did I do to deserve this?"

My knees moved closer to my chest before I fell asleep at the base of this tree.

"JACK!" A girl yelled echoing through the woods. I stood up immediately. Searching frantically where the sound originated from.

"JACK! JACK!" I kept hearing over and over again.

I floated back up into the sky not being as thrilled as before or able to control where I wanted to go. I'd fallen unconscious mid-air falling down hitting the branches of trees until I plummeted to the floor. It was daylight when I woke. Back to where I had been reborn. I saw a little girl and an older boy playing on the frozen lake. They were throwing snowballs at each other. He ran up grabbed her and swirled her through the air as if he wouldn't let anything harm her. Then they vanished. I lay there sobbing uncontrollably for reasons my sanity could not succumb to. Flurries of snow started to drop. I then moved to the frozen pond. I gazed into the very reflective ice taking in what I saw of myself. White hair, pale white skin, and mesmerizing blue eyes. Am I really dead? That questioned wouldn't be answered for a long time. I stood taking in everything I was envisioning; of living a life where no one could possibly see me. I walked as far as my body would let me. That wooden staff I had found helped keep me from falling over. Afraid of turning back I marched forward. However a sick feeling enveloped in my chest the further I went.

LATER

I must have walked quite some distance. The sun was already setting. My lower abdomen started to growl. I was famished beyond compare.

I thought to myself. "How could I possibly eat something? I'm dead. I'm condemned to roam this world forevermore in dank loneliness."

I walked before I stopped.

"What's that smell?" I whispered quaintly.

I followed my nose to the source. A small fire in the distance illumined it's surroundings making the snow glisten an orange glow. No one was near. So I took a chance. I grabbed a piece of the freshly toasted bread and stuffed it in my mouth. I instantly felt relieved to have eaten something. I was about to grab another piece.

"Swoosh" an arrow came hurling scraping me in the shoulder blood staining the white velvet ground crimson.

"Argh!" I shrieked.

I fell to the ground shocked.

"Had she seen me?" I thought to myself.

I stood up the pain in my shoulder subsiding. The woman looked to be in her mid-twenties had her bow arched aiming around the campfire. Peering at the blood on the ground and half eaten bread scrap confused.

"Show yourself coward!" She called out.

I was standing several yards away from her. I moved back in fear.

"Swoosh" another arrow came hurling at me missing my face by a mere couple inches. I stood frozen.

"Can you see me?" I said softly smiling.

No reply was made. She senses my presence but she can't actually see me. She backed down and sat around the fire. I looked down at my feet.

She laughed. "It must have been a small animal."

I held the staff I had found with such force it started to glow with a reluctant blue aura. Without warning wind started to gush in every direction lifting me up into the night sky. I wasn't frightened anymore as the moon was big and bright as I remember it was. I was soaring through the sky with such wonder.

Within a couple years my loneliness had subsided. I figured I could give joy to others. I've always had an act for kind and mischievous acts. Knowing it was just a way to mask my true feelings. I found out I had powers. I could freeze anything on command, make it snow whenever I felt like it, and could soar through the skies. I wasn't dead. I was alive. Or was I?

250 YEARS LATER

The year now is 1968. A lot has changed. I met some people along the way. People like me. It gave me hope. Even though I had met others like me. It wasn't like we were always in touch. Still I was lonely as I was before. I was flying past buildings in the big city of NYC. Something caught my eye. Something I've seen more than enough in my years. Strange as it was I was drawn. I noticed they were caressing one another. I floated closer in curiosity.

There were two boys holding each other. One was crying. This has never bothered me unlike others in this messed up world I've gotten to know. I hovered more closely eavesdropping on their conversation.

He whispered to the other boy. "I will always be there for you no matter what happens. And I know that you recently lost your sister and I can't bring her back. But know this; I would give my life for you if that's what it took. I will always love you."

I smiled as a pain dwelled deep in my gut as I flew off nearly in tears. Everywhere I looked more and more reminisces of love were viable. Envy shot through me. I wanted to be loved. I wanted this love I could never have. Knowing that no mortal being could be with someone who could never age or ever die and through my pain and sorrow I started what would be forever known as The Blizzard of 68'.

The year is now 2013. I've been appointed Guardian. Things have been looking up for me. For 300 years I thought no one would ever see me, but that was entirely up to me in some way. Anybody could see me; it's a matter of willpower and belief. I've made lots of friends and believers. Yet, I've succumbed to my loneliness yet again. I've abandoned my duty as a Guardian. I've left the North Pole to rid the burden I've placed upon the other Guardians because of my shattered state. I know all of them care deeply for me, but I'm not their problem.

It was only a couple of months ago that we all defeated Pitch Black. And in my sorrow I searched for him knowing he was the only person I knew who could possibly understand how I felt.

A MISTAKE THAT WAS

Well I hope you enjoyed this prequel chapter. I know it may have been slow, but this is just a small backstory I developed for Jack. (: Reviews would be nice.

Chapter One will release soon.