Disclaimer: I don't any of the characters of The Rise of the Guardians. It belongs to Dream Works and William Joyce. If I did own this, I wouldn't be writing this fanfic.
A/N: Hello everybody this is my first official fanfic. I enjoy reading what I could improve on! So review to your heart's content. Criticize away! But not so hateful...
"It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end."
― Ernest Hemingway
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A soft breeze drifted through the air. It whistled through; where it was going no one knew except itself. The Northern Wind caressed the small village nestled in at base. It floated around reaching its destination. A content sigh was let loose but only heard as a soft whistling.
See there was something different in this magical world full of creatures of all sorts and sizes. But in that little town, it was full of magic, despite the size and looks. It was mixed with either descendants of humans, hybrids, spirits... the list could go on. Just think of all the mythical from legends and myths in just one place. As if a child' s fantasy dreams come true. As if they all lived in a world where reality no longer existed and only a real day dream.
True there were still animals from the modern world, but tons were either extinct or endangered. The humans, however had died out long ago. Instead their descendants of the future had altered to form the world. Now everyone had a magic source instead, revolving around their personality. For example if you were a calm and collected type, you were either water or earth based. If you were were all the emotions, well... let's say you could handle all the elements.
Some did, pushing themselves until they finally achieved all the elements. But it took many years of intense training, some going to the extent of dying. But the ones that succeeded were some of the most powerful people. Some bad or good, reflecting on their ancestors.
They were very rare to spot, or even see in your whole life, (unless you were immortal). Same goes for the mythical creatures and beings. But this place wasn't so power obsessed like other places that would kill for it. They didn't kill for game or for experiments. They hadn't lost sight in humanity or the original life style of their former ancestors.
And that's why the Northern Wind loved to come to the quaint place. That this place actually felt like home.To strangers and the inhabitants. And the things that hadn't died out yet. It was a place where it was always content, as the village people were.
The serene silence was blissful. As the first few rays of sun light peaked through the frosted wonderland and...it was promptly shattered. A joyous yell resounded across the settlement.
"Another snow day! Yeah!"
It was followed by a happy laughter of the children of the village.
Well content most of the time anyway.
It seemed that the village gave an all knowing sigh, before the town's people finally came out of their homes' to start the day. They just shook their heads, but had omniscient smile. Who awoke them? That is quite a easy answer. The first laugh belonged to none other than Jack Frost.
The boy was well known around his country, his appearance standing out. Unlike his family members who had auburn hair and eyes, he seemed to have the complete opposite of his family. He had pure white hair and azure blue eyes to go with his pale complexion. Thus causing his last name to be coincidental. It didn't help that he was nicknamed the 'Winter Child'.
Naturally his looks gained affection from the people, good or bad, but he didn't mind. Others called him a blessing. Others called him a curse. He payed no attention to what others said.
He was happy as long as his family was, doing anything in his power to make them smile. He would protect them. Even if it meant sacrificing himself. And that's what everyone really loved about Jack. To be so committed to something. It really astounded them to no end.
But that didn't mean he had a fun side. Strangely, even though he is a teenager, he hanged out with children. To Jack younger people didn't take everything so seriously, as kids his age did. So he tended to stay with the people closer to his personality, but not his age. A lot of people didn't get it, but Jack didn't really care. Cause Jack was the master of fun. You were suppose to have fun.
Not worry about things like dating and growing up. Of course everyone knew this and didn't dare to challenge him, or change his mind. He could make anything serious, turn into a joke. He was like a mature version of Peter Pan, (A/N couldn't resist that reference).
Jack and the children were currently having a snow ball fight, each taking sides, screaming commands. Jack through it all lead it, laughing and providing a endless supply of forts and snowball.
"Jack you're cheating!" a child cried out, wiping snow from his face and spitting out the snow that somehow got into his mouth.
"Its a war, there is no cheating!" Jack replied, sprinting away, missing the clumsily thrown snowball.
He crouched at the main home base. His little sister, Mary was eagerly awaiting his orders while the other kids crowded around. His little brother Jamie was on look out, launching snow at their enemies and cackling manically.
"So what do we do?" she asked. Jack grinned. He leaned in close beckoning the children closer. "I was thinking that we split into two groups. One will rush out with snow balls, while the others sneak into the back," he whispered. "Then..." he let his sentence purposely trail off. They bent forward, unintentionally.
Jack mentally smirked, already knowing that he had their attention. "... we'll catch them from behind!" The children loudly cheered at great plan (not really), before Jack shushed them. They immediately quieted down. As they were handed snow balls, and anything to shield themselves they looked out into the opening. It was clear and oddly quiet.
They looked with hesitation, but Jack gave them a bright smile and they gained a bit of confidence. With a short nod Jack signaled for the first group to move. They charged and Jack heard a splatters and a few remarks and happy cries of the war. Now that it was starting, the rest sneaked out, Jack in the front. The albino crept across, leading them to the other base.
He counted down on his fingers.
5..
4...
3...
2...
1―
The teen's fingers stopped in mid pose as something hit him in the back. Did his plan fail? Did they get ambush? Damn it he spent a lot of time calculating it! And it was going perfectly! Jack took fun seriously. He turned around, coming face to face... with his group?
"Guys? What was that?" the confused teenager questioned. His group just smirked before his twin siblings smiled. But a evil smile on their faces. "Jackie, it was a―""A trick!" Jamie cut in.
Obviously annoyed at her twin's rashness, she stood a bit taller, sending a elbow jab at the boy. Jamie winced and glared at his twin sister, before standing tall, copying his sister. "Guess we outsmarted you at your own game," she stated triumphantly, Jamie snickering in response.
Jack looked a bit hurt before his expression changed into a eerily happy smile.
"Gotcha ya."
The so thought enemies sprang out and threw snowballs at the open group of traitors. They shrieked and laugh, finally engaging in battle again. Only two kids seem to be not joining the others. The twins were inwardly sulking, rushing up to their older brother. "Every time!" they fumed together.
The boy smirked. "Every time what?" he asked, but already knowing the answer. "You always... out smart us," Grace whined. "Yea!" Jamie agreed. Jack smiled at their child-like behavior. Bending down he leaned and was eye leveled to them. "Tell ya what..." he said. They peered up at him, now alert.
Jack was about to reply when his mother walked up to them.
"You three forgot to do your chores, " she said playfully scolding them. The children lowered their heads, feeling a bit guilty for skipping out to play in the snow. Why were they were guilty? Well, it had been hard on the family, especially the mother. Recently the father had passed away for a unknown cause, and it caused grief to the whole family.
But somehow Jack had turned it around, and raised them up. Without him... they wouldn't be a family. Or now remaining family. Just the smallest gestures could brighten up their whole days. Unintentionally or intentionally they counted it to themselves, appreciating it. "After this... if you get your chores done... I'll―"
"C'mon Jack! Can you not talk anymore slower than this?" Jamie said. Jack bringing and breaking one another. to speak in a slow motion type of way before Mary huffed. "Jack, just say it!" she impatiently said, tapping her foot.
"Just say it?" he mimicked. Seeing the deadpan expressions on his siblings faces, he laughed. "Fine." "If you get the chores done, I'll let you guys get anything from that new shop that you guys drool over," he said. The twins eyes light up.
"Really?" Jamie said, excited. "Really!?" Grace squealed, jumping up and down. Jack smiled at their cute behavior. "Yes really," he chuckled. But his eyes narrowed a bit. "But first you have to finish the work Mom has for you," he ordered.
They both yelled happily, before speeding off, eagerly wanting to do all the chores, that they use to dread. Jack's mom laughed lightly,"Thank you my little snowflake," she said affectionately. Jack blushed at the nickname, "No big deal, just making boring things fun," he smiled.
She smiled at her son and walked back to their house. She turned her head, remembering something. "Oh Jack! on the way home could you stop at that new store," she behasted politely. Jack complied, "Of course! Leave it to me!" Jack saluted as if a soldier sent with a important task. He bounded off leaving his mom to chuckle.
"That boy... is wonderful, " she said softly. She looked up at the beryl sky. "Isn't that right?" she said aloud. The wind answered whistling around, whipping her hair. She smiled gently, " I agree..."
Jack left the store. As he passed he noticed a sign. It was a sign, requesting a...crew? Or what it seemed. Jack looked at it, scratching his head. But Jack couldn't understand it. But what intrigued him was the grand design.
It looked as if it had taken years, to add all of the fine details. Even the minor images looked like masterpieces. In the middle of it all was a shadowed figured covered in white. A blue moon in the back ground, basking the figure in it's glow.
It seemed that it was probably the point of the paper. He stared at the text for a few more moments before deciding to rip it off. "I'll hang it up in the room, bring out the liveliness," Jack said jokingly to no one in particular. He walked back home, enjoying the stroll and the snowy breeze.
That was when fate decided to make a appearance in the boy's life. But along with Jack, others would be dragged into it... They would have no idea how.
A/N So how is it going? Good? Bad? Boring? Leave your words to tell me what you guys would like! I'll love suggestions and opinions you guys have on your mind!~ ((P.S I changed her name cause of more browsing on the Internet))