A/N: Hey! So this is my first story and my first time on this site writing. So it might take me a while to get everything sorted out. Anyway this is from a rotg prompt I found some time ago. Here's the link:

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Take out the spaces. ^.^

Disclaimer:Sadly I don't own Rise of the Guardians or the Guardians of Childhood.. :c

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"Bye, Jack!" Jamie waved as his friend was carried off by the wind, skimming the tree tops in the way. Jack laughed and shot farther into the sky, speeding past his lake.

It had been an awesome day hanging out with Jamie. They had watched TV all morning ("It's okay, all kids do this," Jamie assured Jack when he had stated Jamie was going to get eye cancer or something.) Then they spend the afternoon pranking his mother and when she had sent Jamie outside, they had roped everyone into a big snowball fight, even some adults!

The Spirit of Winter sighted and put his hands behind his head and leaned back, letting his oldest friend carry him to wherever it pleased. His believers were growing in numbers and he could never have been more content. Well….

The Wind dropped him off in Utah to relax. Spring had come early here and the vivid colours peeking out of the soft snow looked amazing.

Jack stared awhile, memories if Easter egg hunts and snow surfacing.

Anger. There was so much anger. And guilt. So, so much guilt.

He shook his dark thoughts away when the wind ruffled his hair worryingly and turned to a forest they had landed nearby. It was a thin one, with hardly few trees, but the ones that grew here were large.

Jack couldn't remember the last time he slept. Sandy would be on his case about that. Out of all of the Guardians Sandy cared…

'The most,' his mind reprimanded him. That's right. The other guardians cared too, they just needed to get used to his….

'Uselessness?' his mind turned against him.

Jack swallowed the bitter disappointment in himself that welled in his throat and finally found a large hollowed out oak to sleep under. After checking to make sure he wasn't disturbing any animals he curled around his precious shepherds crook and closed his eyes.

.

.

.

But sleep would not come.

He glanced up through the treetops at the gray twilight sky. Something was nagging at his mind but he couldn't place his finger on it. It felt like he was forgetting something.

Jack's messed up head decided to pipe in again.

'Worthless! Worthless! Jack is worthless!' It sounded like a small girl, like…his sister. He faintly remembered her voice from what he had seen in his memories and now they had come to haunt him.

Jack's breath billowed visibly around him in his distress.

'Worthless! Worthless! Jack is worthless! 'she sang.

But no, that couldn't be Pippa. She wouldn't say that.

"Shut up," he whispered, eyes wide.

'Aw…poor Jack's afraid of being worthless?'

"…"

The voice turned to daggers and he threw his hand over his ears, his blue eyes now snapping shut.

'ARE YOU AFRAID OF BEING WORTHLESS, JACK?'

"Y-yes," he sobbed.

The voice suddenly turned soothing. 'Jack, don't be afraid of yourself.'

"I am," Jack was hyperventilating. "I'm insane."

Darkness overtook him.

A/N: I made poor Jack have a panic attack. :C

Btw, I do believe Jack went crazy, (to some extent) during those three hundred years of isolation. He has these thoughts/memory flashes all the time but is usually good at hiding them. (It might get a bit darker in later chapters, just a little warning...) ^.^

Should I continue? I know it was short and derpy but hopefully future updates will be better! Review please! And if you have any suggestions or tips, I'd be glad to hear them, just PM me!

P.S: I want his sister's name to be Pippa. Deal with it.

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