Hey, this is my first fanfic ever, in history. I own Rise of the Guardians and have probably watched it thirty times. But just so you know the characters in this fanfiction are more not exactly violent but they are definitely not like the movie. So yeah. Feel free to tell me what you think.
~ Steampunk weirdo power go
Jack Frost stared at the moon; he watched the giant glowing orb as it did, absolutely nothing. Perched high on the snow covered branch of a black poplar tree. Though it was the middle of summer, fluffy snowflakes fell from a cloudless sky. Melting as soon as they landed on the warm black soil below. This ground was covered in an eerie gray fog, and the night was silent. Canis Major shone; blue?
Jack was sure he was seeing things. He rubbed his eyes, but saw the light was trailing away from the stars, like the sandman's dream sand. Only slowly and creepily, in an antagonizing manner. Jack drifted away from the tree, falling to the ground like a snowflake. His curiosity won him over, he was now no longer interested in the moon, but in this paranormal activity. He watched the blue light touch the ground, and be devoured by the soil. It wasn't light he soon found out. But some sort of glowing sand. No dust, this was stardust; He was sure of it. Jack could not believe it. He was seeing the single most powerful form of energy in the universe. And he wasn't the only one. A sudden noise grabbed his attention; like a bolt of lightning, he shot into the leaves of yet another poplar tree. And just in time to see the outline of a figure, a figure he knew all to well. Pitch Black, the king of night mares, walked out of the forest. Jack wasted no time he had to tell the other guardians.