People are lonely because they build walls instead of Bridges-Unknown
Jack whooped in jubilation as he rode the wind, going over Maine as snowflakes fell. He grinned as the wind carried him.
It has been five months since the guardian defeated Pitch Black and when he joined. Now, he had friend, a family and believers. Yet…it wasn't enough for Jack.
It wasn't that he wasn't grateful, but…300 years is a long time. He was alone for so long, he just getting used to talking to actual people. Not only that, he was still wary of the guardians, he didn't fully trust them.
He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard a scream. That's when he saw a blur heading towards him.
"Look out!"
Something suddenly slammed into him and started plummeting to the ground, screaming all the way down. Jack reacted quickly.
He used the wind to propel himself to the person and grabbed its hands. He then gently went to a roof, putting them on.
"Thanks." The person said; with Jack nodding as he took a closer look at the person he saved.
It was a girl that seemed around 15, with a tanned complexion and curly black hair with white and gray streak and gold eyes. When she stood up completely, she was up to his chest. She grinned at him, seeing her two front teeth were crooked. That's when Jack realized something; the girl was human.
And she could see him!
"Are you ok?" the girl asked.
"You're human!" he blurted out, "You can see me!"
"Yeah." She said blinking, "Wait, are you Jack Frost?"
"Yes."
"Oh cool, I heard about you. My name is Willow Crane." She said, extending her hand. Jack smiled and shook her hand.
"As with seeing ya, well, I got no choice with that."
He tilted his head in confusion.
"Well, you see…" she said, scratching the back of her head, "My dad's side of the family come from a long line of mystics and we can see spirits, all type of spirits."
Jack's eyes widened, he had heard of these mystics; humans that are tuned into nature and are able to see spirits of all kinds.
"Were you trying to ride the wind?" he asked.
"Yeah. You see, I'm a elemental mystic and I can manipulate them, but wind is giving me the most trouble."
"Well, that's your problem. The winds have a mind of their own; you have to be nice to them. Right, wind?"
The wind whistled around the winter spirit, ruffling his hair and making him laugh. Willow smiled at the display.
"Aren't you a little young to learn to control elements?" Jack said, making Willow quirk an eyebrow.
"No, I learned most of this stuff when I was 16."
"16?" jack said in surprise, "How old are you?"
"23"
She chuckled when she saw his dumbfounded expression.
"I know, I know. I have a baby face."
She then sighed.
"Look, I gotta head home." She said, pointing to the right." I live over there, it's a big farm, you can't miss it."
She smiled at him again.
"Come visit sometime."
Jack smiled back and nodded.
"I will."
AN: My first ROTG story and it's a series!
Ok, here is my take after the film, and yes, there's gonna be oc's in here.
This is a Jack/OC fic, but it's completely platonic, more of a sibling relationship.
So, here we introduce my OC, Willow. She is a human elemental mystic that can see spirits. Her abilities are almost like Avatar, but not to that degree. She does do hand gesture, but they are all through one style. I wanted to make someone that has magical abilities and is an elemental, like Jack in a way. Throughout the story, she will meet the guardians and her brash attitude will make her butt heads to them. You will also find out why her hair is that color. She's also about 4'11, since Jacks height is supposed to be 5'8.
Ok, please bear with me; this is my first ROTG story. Sorry if I don't get the characters right or they seem to OC. Also, this will take a while to update because I'm still tweaking with the chapters. So, no flames please.
Anyway, enjoy and comments are loved! I don't own ROTG, just Willow!
