Chapter 1: Questions about the Past

"So I don't get it, what do you guys do when the seasons for your holiday is up?"

"Well mine never is." The Toothfairy said to Jack. "But I like it that way, I get antsy if I don't have anything to do. There's rarely a time when a child doesn't loose a tooth somewhere."

"Well, I keep the toys being made for every day of the year! There is never a time when a child does not want a toy, or at least a good child! You'd be surprised how many good children there are without a home too…anyway, toys and happiness all seasons round!" North said as they sat in his office.

"What've you got to worry about mate? You just change the weather…you don't have to make eggs or toys or anything anyway? Winter is over in most places where the seasons really change, and what else could you do?"

"Well…I could go somewhere warm and screw around with people…make it cold…but I don't. Nice to relax you know. Why don't I get a holiday to celebrate what I do?"

"You do. Snow Days. Sandman doesn't either." The Easter Bunny said nodding over to the Sandman who nodded along agreeing, although he'd been dozing off for most of the conversation.

"Well…I mean I kind of wonder…like how does the Moon give out these powers? Were there always people like us? Who was the last person to control the Frost? What about you guys, have you always been the Easter bunny or jolly ol' Santa Claus?" Jack leaned back, suspending himself in the air.

"As long as I can remember…which has been now for over a good hundred years…maybe two hundred or more…I am not the surest, but I would say long time." North said. "I'm not sure if we can decline the position. The Moon gives us a gift. But if we want to …well pass on the gift he has given us…well then we must be prepared to help him, or at least find another worthy of our position…in some way. But I do not plan on that anytime soon."

"You know, for a boy with such an apt for trouble you really do have an inquisitive brain?" Bunny said as he leaned back in his chair.

"Yea, well human brains are larger than rabbit brains…or even kangaroo brains…" Jack said floating above him, knocking Bunny's head with his staff.

"Ehh! Don't go counting on your theories of evolution on me kid, talk to me when you've seen another rabbit that can talk!" Bunny shivered, as a small frost formed on his head. He put up a fist at Jack.

"Well, I guess I haven't. Don't hear that Ozzy accent coming out of many little bunnies' mouths. I guess that's why most of the others are nicer... more cute and cuddly."

"Why I-" Bunny took a step forward.

"Cant you guys just give it up? I thought you two were on good terms after …Pitch…well…" Tooth trailed off.

"Ah, ah, no saying the name of Pitch. He is gone with his darkness and that is that." North shook his hands.

"So do we get like a history book of all the people before us who played our roles?" Jack said, still wondering what their predecessors could have been like.

"Not exactly. It is not as easy. There was a time once, when magic was less taboo. Of course our magic will always and has always been taboo…but less taboo. More common. Think of the magical days back when we hear stories now about the dragon and the unicorn…if they exist we might not know, but if we exist…Hah! There could always be a good chance!"

"Then how do we know? I mean a photo-album or-"

"It is not always safe to go looking into the past. Sometimes you can see things that affect you in a way you might not or should not want. Think Jack, your past set you free but it also opened a darker part of your life, knowing you'd actually passed on well…that we'd all had a past in the human-style of living….not that we are not human, you and I…just less…or more…or something." North shrugged. "Any-who, curiosity killed the rat you know…"

"It was a cat. Believe me." Bunny said.

"or whatever. And the Moon can only grant us the power to see a past that is not ours. The Moon can grant us information…images….scenes of the past or future…but it all depends on our intent with them. The Moon will not show us things if they will cause problems. The Moon will only show us things if our curiousity leads to good things or if it is for others benefit."

"So I can ask the Moon things and it will answer?"

"It's not a Magic Eight ball. Don't go abusing it or next thing you know we'll have a new Frost to deal with. The Moon is the boss and-" Bunny went on until he stopped as Jack's focus went upward.

Jack looked up into the sky through the glass roof. He'd like to know. Who else had this …ability? What did it mean to have it? Did everyone have to die first? Was it something that ran in his family or just a gift the Moon gave out…was it the staff…or was it more?

He looked to his hands. Who else had had these kinds of powers? How did they deal with them? Coldness was something that people rarely admired. He couldn't save a person by warming them up. He did a lot of good things with it. He'd learned to never stop believing that...at least if he wanted to be believed in.

"Well I'm going off. Winter season is over once again, and my turn is around the corner." Bunny said, as he jumped into a burrow.

"Me too. Night comes soon and I have to be ready. Theres a few hundred teeth I need to pick up." Toothiana left out the bay window with baby Tooth.

Sandman left just as soon. When the Moon rose, Sandman worked as well.

"Ah so it is a Night of just you and I again? Will you take to the streets, or stay?" Nick St. North said.

"Stay I think. I really want to find out if-"

"Now, Frost my boy, I will say, if you ask the Moon for something he will provide...most of the time, but understand…looking into the past too closely often brings much trouble. It can either be insightful or it can be dangerous. While I do not question the Moon, if it were to answer your questions thus night, I can question the power you have and what you decide to do with the information he gives you. Being a Guardian means others believe in us. Believe in yourself in the now as well. Not just in the past."

"I think I see what you're saying. I just can't help to wonder."

"Ah and wonder is what I am the Guardian of. Wonder, wonder, wonder." St. Nick left the room.

Jack Frost looked to the glass roof and wondered. He did just that. He wondered who else had had to do deal with his gift? Who else…or had anyone else had to die to achieve it? And it had been both a gift and a curse at times…was he the only one?

Jack Frost fell asleep.

Jack Frost slept, long as the Moon, and the Man of the Moon entered his wonders.

Jack Frost would get his answers, as the Moon shone brighter, Jack Frost began to wake up.