Disclaimer: I don't own Rise of the Guardians
Summary: Jack Frost is transported into another dimension and will save the Pooka race before they ever space time-traveled across the universe.
In reality, I just wanted an excuse to turn Jack into a bunny/pooka. XD
Got some Angst in this chapter -will get better. Unbetaed
Jack got pushed through a magic portal again.
This wasn't a regular portal like one of North's snowglobe portals unfortunately, but one that freaking traveled across time and space into another dimension. Another dimension.
It was a one way trip.
Santa Clause was not the one to create a way to travel across the world in one night by himself, nope, he had help. Apparently the Father of Time (Merlin himself) was a long-time mentor to North, and he was the first to design the magic portals. He helped North make his own.
It was one Merlin's experimental portals (the tour around Merlin's place was freaking awesome) that Jack got shoved into (thanks to Pitch), and unlike North's, this portal quite literally tore Jack apart. His staff shattered to dust. He could feel the pain, and he would've screamed if he had lungs. It only took an instant for the powerful magic to tear Jack Frost's spirit body down to his magical core, the one thing that took place of a human soul after he died. His memories, his powers, all the stuff that made Jack Frost who he was; everything was tied to his center. Jack held it together with everything he had. The shard of his soul that was in the staff united with him, filling in the crack that was there since Manny pulled him from the ice. It was a relief he did not know that he needed, but now he didn't even have a body. Jack was scared, he knew that alone in this dark nothingness he was going to fade away.
Then the pain stopped. Whatever it was, the magic paused and took a hold of his core. Jack shivered, he could feel it watching him; examining him and prodding his magic.
Jack was plunged in golden fire.
Jack came to with a sharp pins-and-needles feeling everywhere. Everything hurt from his toes to the tips of his hair. He was not aware of anything but pain, and Jack did not move for a very long time. Jack first became aware of gravity, that immensely heavy feeling shoving him into the ground harder and harder in pulsing throbs until his dizziness finally leveled out. It was warm, and dark, and he could not really move but for the tiny twitches that exhausted him. The powdery wet ground surrounded him in the familiar sensation of snow. Jack could feel a strange wind (it wasn't his) brushing against his back. A really weird feeling started after a long period of his non-existent panicked struggles; his nose would not. Stop. Twitching!
Jack stopped trying to move after opening his eyes to see nothing but white, and kinda got teary-eyed. Jack lost his home, his world, his time period, his believers (his kids). Merlin had cautioned the guardians to stay away from those portals, especially the giant swirly pool-sized one in the floor; nothing could bring them back if they went through. Which was probably why Pitch used it to get rid of him.
Strangely, the thought that Jack couldn't even be angry at Pitch because he didn't even exist was the last straw. He started crying and his heart started cracking; Jack's mind kept going into loops stuck on the fact that everything was gone. As his tears dried and froze to his cheeks Jack tried to get up one more time. He shifted his arms with his elbows up and shakedly lifted his chest from the snow, and forced down more panic as Jack realized something was wrong with his legs. He tried to take deep breaths and froze on the exhale, eyes staring blankly.
The air clouded in front of his head.
With a sinking stomach Jack twisted his head to look at his legs, and saw the white fur that blended in with the snow in what looked like the hind legs of some animal. Instictly he shoved himself into a sitting position and quickly brought his shaky hands (not hands, paws) to his equally furry neck to feel for something he has not felt in hundreds of years back on earth. It was there, under the delicate pads of his new paws there was a pulse. He was alive again. Jack sat there for a long time frozen in shock. 'Well then,' Jack thought dazedly, 'that's new.' He gave himself another once over to learn by his shape that he was a lanky solid colored white-furred humanoid bunny with two small smooth horns on his head. 'I look like Bunny,' Jack fingered (pawed?) his horns, 'almost. What did the Kangaroo call himself? A puca? Pooka? Wait, I thought he was the only one.' Jack looked around (he could feel those long ears perking up which was so weird) to see tall frozen pines heavy with snow in a winter wonderland forest. The land was blanketed by a loud silence, and the only thing that Jack could hear was his fast heartbeat.
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