Wassup guys? I'm Icee, and this is my first Rise of the Guardians fanfic. Sooooo this story is completely off the top of my head, so I don't think it'll be that amazing. But you should read it anyways, because you can. Let's get on with it then! Without further ado, here's chapter 1!
It was a clear night sky as Jack Frost spread his winter wonders across the globe. Wherever snow was needed, Jack made sure it snowed. That freezing December air didn't bother him at all; he only felt a breeze. Jack was flying over Alaska, his favorite winter hang-out. Most of the snow formed on its own there, so he didn't really have to do anything- except make sure everyone who lived there had fun. This is the life, he thought to himself. Jack floated on his back and looked up at the starry array before him. He sometimes wished to reach up and touch them, to feel them. They could be soft, like clouds; or hard, like diamonds. No one truly knew, so no one could tell him.
Suddenly, a bright pallet of colors beamed across the sky, outshining even the brightest stars. Really, North? Honestly, you pick the worst times to call meetings. Jack caught a breeze and rode all the way to the North Pole. As he entered the workshop, he found the other Guardians waiting for him.
"Well it took you long enough. You..are..LATE! Again!" The Easter Bunny was mad. It wasn't really the fact that he was late. Heck, it could take him a while to find a gust of wind strong enough to carry him all the way to the North Pole. Bunny was mad because of the immaturity Jack used during the meetings. Jack could never sit still long enough for Santa to complete one sentence. After the last few meetings, Bunny thought it might help for him to get most of his anger out before the meeting began. North cleared his throat, and Jack and Bunny broke the glaring contest they'd been having.
"Now that I have everyone's attention, we can begin the meeting." At first, the Guardians talked about normal things, such as how their tasks were coming, any difficulties they might have, and whose turn it was to keep the "shadow box". The shadow box was what they used to contain any runaway nightmares. This time, it was Jack's turn to keep it safe. For a while, he thought it was just going to be another boring meeting. But then Tooth Fairy said something…odd.
"North?" she asked politely, but nervously. He looked over at her, and his eyebrows bent. Tooth cleared her throat. "There was a hurricane in the UK today." Jack didn't understand the meaning of what Tooth had said. Sure, it was a bit strange, but not unheard of. North's face wrinkled, revealing a somber look. He turned his back on them. Sandman flew up to North and made some symbols Jack didn't get, followed by soft mumbles from Santa.
"Meeting dismissed," he stated firmly. The other three Guardians went away from the North Pole; Jack stayed behind.
"What's going on?" North turned his head in Jack's direction.
"I have an errand to run. Meeting dismissed."
"But what about-"
"Dismissed!"
Jack cringed, and flew out the window. But he was curious, so he waited for Santa to leave. He planned to follow him to see what was going on. Soon, Jack saw his sleigh dash out of the workshop. It was hard, but he managed to follow North to somewhere in England. He parked his sleigh in front of a hollowed out tree stump, on which he knocked three times. Jack hid in a nearby, more flourishing tree.
A minute or two after North knocked, seven spirits climbed out of it- four girls and three boys. The girls consisted of a leprechaun; a frail, skinny girl with hair made of colorful light; a young girl no more than ten; and a tall teenager that looked like the sky. As for the boys, there was Cupid, who looked to be five or six; a cat-like pre-teen with a lanky figure; and a boy in his late teens with fire for hair. This gave Jack questions and questions and- you guessed it- questions! North began to talk to the spirits.
"What in the world is WRONG with you?! I give you one task, and you can't even do that!" His Russian accent got thicker with every word he spoke. Jack could tell he was furious, and to make North mad was a very difficult task; he figured that the spirits must have done something awful to deserve this. The boy with fire for hair stepped forward.
"Back off, Claus! We can't control it sometimes." The flames on his head turned from a simmer into an all-out bonfire. Santa grimaced.
"You watch your mouth, boy. Keep that head of yours away from me." The leprechaun whispered to the boy in an Irish accent. Jack imagined she said something like back off, or leave it. The sky girl stepped forward next. Her golden hair complimented her sky blue eyes, and Jack found hard to stay mad at her.
"I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again." North scoffed.
"Really? Well, Miss Showers, that's what you said last time. If I don't take action now, this will happen again." Fear passed over the spirits' faces. North reached out and yanked up the ten-year-old girl by her magenta shirt collar. She yelped, her short brown curls bouncing at her shoulders.
"NO!" the sky girl cried. Slowly, black streaks began to form in her hair. The fire boy put his hand on her shoulder, part comforting, part holding her back.
"I think she'll be a great addition to my workshop, don't you?" The girl with light for hair flew up to North. Her bright purple eyes looked into his, silently pleading with him. His expression softened, but only for a split second.
"Very well. The girl can stay. But next time, I lock you all in the tree." Santa dropped the girl and flew off in his sleigh. The spirits watched him fly off with disgusted expressions. Jack was preparing to catch a breeze, when he stepped on a twig. The spirits simultaneously turned their heads in his direction. The leprechaun hopped over to his hiding place.
"Oi! Who's there? Don't hide from me, lad, or you'll regret it." Cautiously, Jack slid down from his branch. A collective gasp fell across the group.
"A guardian," said the cat boy. His orange hair fell over one eye; the other one's pupil narrowed into a vertical stripe.
"May, Cupid, go inside," the sky girl commanded. She pulled a wand from her sleeve and aimed it at Jack. He flinched.
"No, wait!" he pleaded. "I only want to talk, to get answers!" The leprechaun's eyes narrowed. He could tell they didn't believe him, but he had their attention.
"Honestly, I'm not here to fight. It's just… it takes a lot to get Santa mad, so what happened between you and him?" The sky girl lowered her wand and raised an eyebrow. She was confused. A nice Guardian? To her, it was impossible. Yet… she was curious of what he might do while asking these questions of his.
"Okay. You have one- and only one- hour to ask your questions. After that, we expect never to see you again. Got it?" Jack nodded his head. "Good. Follow us." One by one the spirits jumped into the hollow tree, leaving Jack to wonder what was inside. Only one way to find out, he thought. He jumped into the tree, and couldn't help but yell "woo hoo" on the way down. As he landed, he couldn't believe his eyes.
Oh…my…gosh.
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Peace out ~Icee~