Hello Everyone!
Thanks for viewing my story, it's my first fanfiction and I hope you enjoy it.
Just so you know, this fanfiction DOES follow the storyline of ROTG, so there will be spoilers.
Disclaimer: I don't own Rise of the Guardians (though it would be awesome if I did...)

Prologue:

I remember waking up. I remember…how hot it was. The air, I couldn't breathe. The ground felt scorched and charred beneath my body. I wanted to get up, and get away from this place, but I couldn't move anything. I couldn't even open my eyes. I could hear voices and the crackling of…something. The screams, the eye-piecing screams, they just kept repeating, and they wouldn't stop. Just before I was about to let the hot, unbreathable air and the darkness consume me once again, I heard someone scream out one single word. I lost consciousness as that lone word kept running throughout my thoughts; Atheia.

I woke up again, but this time I could move. I opened my eyes to what seemed to be a forest; a black and burnt forest. I sat up from the blackened ground, dusting soot off my surprisingly untouched skin. My thoughts flashed back to that word that was screamed before I lost consciousness; Atheia. What did that mean?

"It is your name." A voice said in my head.

I glanced up and the bright light of the full moon, giving it a confused glance but my pondering look turned into a smile as the moon's comforting, white glow settled around me. I looked down at myself to find I was wearing a soot-covered loose white shirt, tucked into brown baggy pants. I realised I had no shoes on, but instead I was wearing a dark, hooded cloak that reached my ankles.

The calming light of the moon shifted to a stick that looked taller than me, with a hook at the end of it. It looked like a shepherd's staff. I slowed inched towards it and cautiously prodded it with the end of my foot. As it made contact with my toe, the staff glowed a soft green. Titling my head to the side in confusion, I picked the wooden staff up in my hand. It glowed a brighter green, making the engraved swirls on it light up. I dropped it out of surprise and the staff shot out a green burst of light. It skimmed across the soot-covered earth, making bright flowers and green grass spring up from wherever it touched. The green light smashed into a burnt-down tree, causing it to light up an emerald green colour. When the blinding light faded, a massive gold tree stood in place of the once burnt tree, healthy and in full bloom.

"Huh…" I said aloud as I bent back down to the staff. I weighed in my hands, grinning with excitement as I saw the swirls and patterns of the staff light up at my touch. I straightened up with the staff, still gripping in horizontally with two hands. I gave the stick a quick glance, then flipped it vertically and plunged it into the ground. Ripples of green light washed over the forest as the sooted, black ground spouted bright green grass, along with beautiful red, yellow and blue flowers that glowed silver in the moonlight. I jumped up and down with glee and ran throughout the soot-covered forest.

I shouted whoops of joy and laughter as I touched my staff towards burnt trees, making them full of life again and ran it along the blackened ground, making it sprout blades of grass and flower buds. The winds suddenly rushed around me, lifting me up into the air. I smiled with glee and held my arms of to my sides to balance, but I lost control of it. Screaming as I fell, I tried to think of flying again, and I stopped falling. Breathing a sigh of relief, I looked around from my height in the sky, my eyes spotting a village. I grinned and focused on the wind, trying to navigate myself there. I almost got there with no falls. Almost. I had gotten to the edge of the village and was floating about two metres in the air when I realised I didn't know how to land, and with that thought, I plummeted to the ground, my staff falling on top of my head.

"Ouch…" I said as I rubbed my head. I untangled myself from the black cloak I was wearing and picked up my staff. Dusting myself off, I laughed and rushed into the village.

"Hello!" I said cheerfully to the woman across from me. She ignored me which I found a bit rude, but I shook it off, thinking she might just be having a bad day. "Hi sir!" I called out to a man walking with a young boy towards a small cottage. I stood still, a little taken back as both the man and the child ignored me. What is wrong with these people? I shook my head, as if to clear the thought. I turned around to see a small, blonde, little girl clutching a small doll to her chest. She appeared to be crying. My eyes softened at the poor girl as I approached her.

"Hey, are you ok?" I went to lay my hand on her shoulder, but it slipped through her body. My arm was covered in a blue light as my hand went through her shoulder, as if I was a ghost. I jumped back, breathing hard as I tried to fight the nausea and shock that swept over my body. I felt a new wave of nausea as another person walked through me. I gasped and fell to the floor, clutching my stomach. No one looked over at me, to them; nothing looked out of the ordinary. They can't see me…I thought with dread. I picked up my dropped staff and flew away from the village. I found myself flying back to the forest where I first awoke. I touched ground and walked around aimlessly, thoughts running through my head. I realised that wherever I walked flowers seemed to spout. They seemed to mock me with their colours. Scolding, I walked on, trying to ignore both the flowers and the depressing thoughts rushing around my head.

I came across a clearing and in the middle stood a beautiful lake. It seemed so…peaceful. I sighed and watched the pale light of the moon dance across the watery surface. My eyes glanced up at the moon, and I gripped my staff tighter. "Why did you put me here?" I asked up to the moon, tears springing to my eyes. "Who am I? What do you want me to do?" I breathed deeply waiting for an answer.

After a minute or two of deathly silence, the moon glowed brighter, and a voice spoke in my head: You are Atheia, the goddess of nature. Find Jack Frost. He is your answer to everything…

"Wait…what? What do you mean? Who's Jack Frost?" I cried at the white glow of the moon.

Silence was the only answer.

This is the first chapter (or prologue if you want) of my story.
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CrystalxRose