Snow here! I want to know what you think of this fan fiction I'm writing. I own nothing (apart from Val, Maria, Bran, Hallow, Joker, Grim and Cupid) but I do like to write!
Trying not to cry. Trying to keep my sense of guilt from destroying me, and by the way failing miserably. Goddamnit hormones.
A smile filled my thoughts, and I began to cry, as I remembered everything again and again.
Bran had been my best friend, and sacrificed himself to save me and Jack. He got sucked into Grim's scythe, and now Pitch has lost everything. I don't want to break. I don't want to cry because it feels like I'll never stop.
Jack has thrown himself into the winter season so I took my castle and flew away, hiding among the clouds that I had soared past so often. We don't want to be around each other and it's killing me. I know that I love the winter spirit. But we both feel like we killed our best friend and end up blaming each other. It's nicer to be able to mourn on my own. No one judging my dry eyes. North won't say anything but I know he wonders why I won't cry. I sit in the old and battered chair, and fall into a drowsy state, feeling the presence of Bran from the shadow realms. At least he isn't dead. I broke down into tears again.
Why did you do it Bran? I'm not worth your life.
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Jack collapsed onto a tree branch, as the blizzard flurried over York. Great. He had done his job and avoided his girlfriend.
He did love her, he did. They were just torn apart by Bran's death. Every single thing seemed to crop up as a memory of the Nightmare Prince's smile. He wished he knew how to make Val feel less guilty. He wished he could be by her side. But he couldn't, and now she was at the Pole as far as he knew. He wished he could bear with her but she didn't want to be near anyone at the moment. She was like a beam of moonlight; resting for a short sweet while, before running away, and if you chased the beam, maybe you could catch it. But Bran's 'death' had been the sun. It had turned her into an invisible being; something you knew was there but couldn't really see.
He loved her. He loved her and he wanted her to smile again, to look after Nightlight and be happy in his arms and chase him around and fly by his side…
Tears began to drip down his face, as his fears and feelings overflowed to create the saltwater. It wasn't fair. It was dreadful and he missed Val, but he knew he was making excuses not to comfort her.
Someone tapped his shoulder and he whirled around to meet a witch's hat and accusing blue eyes.
"Hi, Hallow."
Hallow gritted her teeth. "Don't you give me that despondent-teenage-boy thing. You know you can come see us if you're upset, but you never do." She looked directly at him. "But that's not why I came, narcissist. Val's gone AWOL, again. Would it kill you to keep an eye on your girlfriend when you know that she's depressed? If you had an ounce of decency …You maybe be Snow Bieber but I didn't think you were that bad." She stamped a foot in emphasis, and glared at him, which was pretty scary seeing as she was the spirit of Halloween.
Jack sighed. "Why are you here, Hal?" She rolled her eyes. "Hello? York? Ghost Central?" She flung her hat at him. "You are avoiding the subject, and don't think I don't know what you're doing, idiot! You know you should find her, so why the hell aren't you helping her?"
"Because she doesn't want me to." Jack floated upwards and Hallow followed him. "She needs you to, though!" Hallow picked up her hat, and turned around. "I give up. You never listen to anyone, Frost." She slapped a hand over her eyes. "All boys are idiots! Including bloody Joker!"
Jack stood stock still, blinking as Hallow left him. Maybe he didn't listen when people gave him advice, and maybe he would always make mistakes and not learn from them, but he could do without everyone feeling that they had to tell him that. He wasn't psychic, but his girlfriend was and she hadn't made any attempt to contact him. He felt he'd lost her, but still knew she just didn't want to talk to him. And that really stung.
Besides, Hallow never listened, either.
/
Sandy saw the mist and frowned. It shouldn't be there, really, so what was it? It seemed to be moving at quite a rate, and not as mist should. As the mist passed over the frowning Guardian of Dreams, he noticed it had a distinctly castle like appearance underneath.
Valentina! Valentina and her stupid flying castle! (Author's note: Sandy has been looking for her for about three weeks, so he's not a happy Sandy.) So she had been flying it around like he'd suspected. Trouble was, she probably had magical defences. Oh well. He could at least give it a shot. He sighed and flew upwards to knock on the drawbridge. The sun glinted off of metal and he heard wheels.
"My Mistress says go away." The little robot appeared at the battlements, and Sandy shrugged, flying up to gesture at it that he didn't particularly care.
"My Mistress says to really leave her alone, as she's not particularly well." Sandy frowned before sensing something odd. Another person in the castle?
"My Mistress says she doesn't know about anyone else in the castle."
Sandy could clearly sense another mind somewhere in the castle, that of a child's. Somewhere. He worried and suddenly realisation hit him like a brick before he tried to get in the castle, panicking. Valentina was in trouble, and he needed to get her out of there now.
"Sorry, Mr Sandman." The robot created a portal and he found himself in the Pole, with the Yetis staring at him.
He raced off, trying to find North, and burst into the workshop. A sound of smashing came and North turned round furiously, eyebrows trembling like caterpillars seconds away from a killing spree.
"I told you to knock! Oh…"
He smiled wearily. "Did you find her?" He expected a negative but Sandy created images above his head. Why do you think I'm here? Of course I did.
He widened his eyes. "You did. Where is she?" He looked around for her but Sandy shook his head, and North somehow realised what had happened.
"Doesn't she need us?" North asked sadly, and Sandy sweat dropped.
Yes, and no.
"What do you mean by that, Sandy? Either Valentina needs us or she doesn't."
Sandy slapped a palm to his face. Put it this way, in a short while she is going to need our help. North didn't understand, and Sandy decided to keep it to himself for a little while longer. Until North managed to figure it out. The large Russian looked into his eyes. "Where were you when you found her?" North asked, rolling out a map onto a small workbench, and picking up a drawing pin. Just over Spain, Sandy signalled and sat down, taking the pin from North. Sandy spiked the location and North slumped. "I do not know whether to go after her or not. She chose to leave. She chose this." Sandy nodded, but felt guilt invade his heart. Valentina would really, really, seriously need them in a little while.
A groan came from the corner. "This isn't going to work." Both Guardians jumped and North gave a high pitched squeal. Joker's purple hair appeared over a box with limpid unhappy eyes. "She's scarpered, gone and I'm wasted on eggnog."
"Vhat!" North's Russian accent came out in his worry. "Why did you drink that stuff?" He rushed over and shook Joker by the shoulders.
"Because like you I am worried and you made the eggnog too strong." Joker smiled, hiccupped and passed out.
