Well I hope you like this fanfic. I've just seen Rise of the Guardians and I wondered what if there was another guardian? This may lead to romance between Jack and Stella (Ok, it will) but there will be initial dislike. So R&R! Everything will be explained when Stella meets the Guardians.

Prologue

Darkness... that was the first thing I was saw. It was dark. And cold. I was scared. But then... then I saw the moon. So big... so bright. It seemed to... chase the darkness away. When it did, I wasn't scared anymore. Why I was there, and what I was meant to do, that I was about to find out.

I had been raised out of where I was lying, and I took a deep breath. I was gently set down on the ground, and I looked up at the moon for a moment. I took a shaky step forward, and nearly tripped over a stick shaped as a crook. I looked down at it, and then picked it up. As soon as I touched it, it transformed. It went from being an ordinary stick to, well, a black stick. It was completely black, but -

As I held it up in the moonlight I saw many stars etched on it. It was beautiful.

My name is Stella. How do I know that? The moon told me. When the moon tells you something, you should really listen. But that's not the only thing the moon told me. He told me what had happened to me, and what my purpose was. The moon had picked me to help him control the night. He was lonely, and needed some company.

"I have chosen you because I have been lonely, looking after the night by myself all these years. You will be... my daughter. That crook you're holding, that is the source of your power. Well, it will be to start with. Once you discover the power within you, it won't be necessary. But you can keep it just in case. Now, let me show you the night..." The moon showed me things I had never seen before. It was only after day-break that I realized I had no memory of what happened to me before the moon found me. But it didn't matter. I had a new life now.

Present day

I suppose you could say that was when I was first born. But I know it wasn't. The moon told me everything... everything except about my life before I was reborn. I had met the Guardians, and felt a special connection with the Sandman, most likely because we both work during the night. But I was around millennium before any of the Guardians. Every day I created the sunset, and made night. But there was one night that was different. I flew up into the air (I could control the air) and asked the moon

"What is it father?" He seemed... detached.

"Pitch is at it again. He has become very powerful. I must choose another Guardian." I looked up at him, puzzled.

"Another Guardian? But who?"

"There is a boy... who died saving his sister from certain death. They were on a pond, but the ice wasn't thick enough to hold them. He made a game to swing his sister over to the thicker ice, but in doing so, the ice he was standing on broke and he fell to his death." I nodded. That was an honorable death.

"What will you name him?" I knew the moon re-named the Guardians.

"His name will be... Jack Frost."

300 years later

Pitch was now at his most powerful. He had told the moon as much. I was there when North's globe turned dark, but I didn't let him see me. I floated in the shadows, waiting. Waiting for the Guardians.

So what do you think? Review, no flames please. Merry Christmas!