I am writing a new Rise of the Guardians fanfic! New OC, new story, and no relation to my other ROTG fanfics. Hope you like this story as much as you liked the others.
3rd POV
White hair waved in the wind as Jack flew around doing his job, covering the land in snow. It was dawn, and the snow sparkled in morning light. This was Jack's favorite time of day, he was able to be one with his thoughts. He had just finished coating Maine with snow, and was about to move on when something caught his eye. There was a teenage girl being pushed out of a house, holding a small bundle and crying. Curiously Jack flew down to get a better look. The girl had olive toned skin, and light brown hair, there were tears in her hazel eyes as she looked at the woman who had pushed her out into the snow.
"Mom, please don't do this!" The girl cried as her mother threw a suitcase down next to her.
The mother glared at her daughter, "I let you stay here until that thing was born, because you were going to give it up! Now that you're keeping that, that monster you aren't welcome here!" The mother slammed the front door and a loud click sounded, informing them the door was locked.
Jack stared at the bundle, wondering what it was. The girl clutched it close and grabbed the suitcase, "You're not a monster, even if your father is." She whispered to it, Jack quickly realized it was a baby. He began to wonder why the mother would hate the infant, until he saw its face. The baby was pale grey, with bright yellow eyes, and the girls light brown hair. "You are my little miracle, my Angel."
Jack watched her a moment longer, "I'll ask North about it." He mumbled before continuing on with his work. The girl, whose name he never learned, still on his mind.
3rd POV/ Pitch Black
'It seems the child was born, the prophecy is under way.' Pitch thought as he watched the girl and her child head off in the snow. "Jack, my revenge will soon happen, and you will never see it coming." Pitch laughed, being alone for thirty years had driven Pitch to an even greater madness, and allowed him to escape momentarily. He grabbed the old scroll, and reread it:
"To a pure of heart virgin, the child of darkness will be born. It will grow fast, and fall to evil like its father. All but one of the good will fall and only true love will conquer. If two hearts do not connect, the world will fall to black"
He laughed manically, throwing the scroll and surrounding the room in darkness. He brought up an image of the girl and her child again, watching the tears fall off her cheeks. "I will grant you the power to see into our world, so you can be with the child till the end." A dark swirl of magic left Pitches lair and collided into the girl's eyes. He watched as she screamed and fell to her knees, still holding onto the baby. "We will meet soon Katrina."
This is a short chapter, but I felt like this was a good place to end it, until next time lovely's.