No Path Back.

This is Berk. This is Viking country... where it snows nine months out of the year and rains the other three. However the land always looks fairly new. Thats because our Dragons have jusr began settling in and we have just rebuilt our city for what we hope is the final time.

Normally I headed the operations of helping Berk convert to a more Dragon friendly place... but today was not the day I was going to worry about that. Today had different plans for me.

I did not don my flight armor. I donned my tunic, my pants and a coat... catching my dad's eye as I came downstairs... he knew. He gave me a nod of understanding before I finished my walk down the stairs to pull on my boots and step outside.

I clicked my teeth for Toothless to approach... the mass of black had taken to sleeping in our shed and was overjoyed by my presence. He lolled his tongue and made cute noises at me as I fed him a salmon from one of the bins, "I'll be back later, Toothless... I need to do this alone." He said as the Nightfury made a sad grumbling noise as trotted back to his shed to nestle in the warm hay.

I turned my attention back to the streets... it was quiet for a reason. I wasn't the only one who was like this on this day... and as for those who didn't, it was merely a sign of respect for those who were. I caught sight of my familiar blonde counterpart, Astrid as she slowly fell in line next to me.

Her usual smile was replaced with a melencholy frown. She kicked the dirt a bit before offering her arm to me in a hug. I gingerly accepted it... feeling the sting at the edge of my eyes... but didn't let the tears fall through.

We sharred no words... nor did we need to. She felt my pain, I was sure. She stroked my back and whispered, "It'll be okay soon Hiccup... I promise." Perhaps those words were empty... but I embraced them all the same. I needed that comfort.

Without another word we seperated and I continued down the path. This day was something held dear to the people of Berk for a reason. If you walked to the edge of town you would find a set of ruined buildings. They weren't destroyed by dragons per say... but the edge of the Fjord was weak here... and thus with age, it finally crumbled. All that remained was its memory.

This was destroyed almost 2 years ago. I was... almost sixteen then. They were called the Overlands. Not many in Berk knew much about them, save for the fact that they were amazing Apothecaries who exchanged medicines for protection.

Everyone but me. I was young and a bit foolish but I... was in love. Not with their daughter... but the son. Jackson Frost Overland. I can't say it was a love at first sight type of story. I did love Astrid. But Jackson... he managed to take my heart from her.

The Overlands moved in and Jackson showed us all a bunch of fun games and tricks. He was certainly the most social of his family, considering it was rare to see the other Overlands outside the shop.

Everyone liked him but he and I... we spent copious amounts of time doing things together. He taught me how to... let loose. Even more so than when I started flying Toothless.

I taught him to ride, though it was a rough process for him... but he finally got it and we spent a memorable summer riding dragons together. It was the most memorable summer of my life...

Because it ended with our first kiss.

I can't rightly remember who kissed who first... but it was very different than my kisses with Astrid. Jackson was... more demanding. His fingers tugged a bit at my hair as his tongue made love to my mouth.

My head was left spinning as blue met green and no words were spoken... we knew what it meant. We didn't mind really... or whether anyone in the villiage knew and accepted it.

The next few months that followed were... interesting and difficult. Not for us but for our respective families. My father always said it was up to me to decide my marriage partner... but I don't think he expected Jackson instead of, say, Astrid. His family was okay with Jackson being interested in men but this news was really dragging them into the spotlight... where they didn't want to be.

But as months dragged on... they got used to it. Jack and I were engaged to be wed on my 18th birthday. We would live a happy life... making medicines and training Dragons... and making our villiage thrive.

But Life... she always finds a way to ruin it for you.

Early the following year, Berk was hit with the heaviest rain season to date. We had yet to install flood controls due to all the renovations and the streets were filled with people with buckets, sloshing water through it all, trying to stop the massive flooding.

However, combine it with Berk's usual cold atmosphere and suddenly, half the Berkians were sick and confined to bed. This sent the Overlands into Overdrive. They were up as much as we were, not controlling the flooding, but making loads of medicines for us.

By Odin, they exhausted nearly all of their resources just keeping some of us alive. Something I know all of us were grateful for. The morning came and it was gonna be a pick up day. The heavy rains had finally settled into a nice sprinkle. I was one of the lucky few who didn't get sick and my father tasked me with getting the last of the medicines.

Jackson had been waiting for me outside with the crate of medicine... we greeted with a chaste kiss, running his fingers through my hair as I took the crate. "Good morning love." I said as we talked for a few moments... said our goodbyes, promising to see each other later that day.

Only we wouldn't... because the Fjord was weak there. And not a minute after Jackson walked inside... the earth decided in that moment, it needed to finally give way.

I screamed. The loudest and most bloodcurtling scream I have ever emitted as I watched the house crumble and fall into the sea. Toothless bound to my side as I hopped on his back, the villiage running outside as I flew down the side of the cliff... hoping to recover them... wanting to recover my fiance.

But it was like it never existed... the house was swept away in the tide... and they were gone with my heart.

Toothless flew me back to Berk... landing in the crowd of surrounding villiagers...taking in the scene.

I didn't care if the villiage saw me at this point... because I crumbled to the groud... tears flowing heavily from my eyes. I cried his name out in between sobs as I was carried home by my father.

I was watched carefully for a few weeks... making sure I wasn't going to try to join Jackson in the beyond... but I honestly didn't even have the strength to even leave bed... and cry.

The only thing that got me put of bed for any reason was when it came time to make their graves... I made each one myself. And with them I buried their affects.

Except Jackson's grave... with it, I buried my ring. My heart could not belong any other person.

But time moved on and finally I found the strength to move out of bed and... keep living. For him, if nothing else.

The rennovations were made to Berk... the flood controls in place... and life went on.

That was almost 2 years ago. I can't honestly say I have moved on at all. In fact, I still let a few tears slip out when I go to bed at times... and remind myself that he won't ever hold me again.

Today marks two years exactly that fateful day happened. I honor it strongly... going and tending to the graves... and ensuring my ring remains there.

And it was. I reburied the trinket before feeling a large but warm hand rub my shoulder.

Dad kneeled beside me and began helping me tend to the graves, pulling up weeds and roots and making it look presentable. I regarded him after a few minutes, "You don't have to do this Dad."

He looked over at me with a knowing stare, "But I want to help, Hiccup..." he said as we continued our work. A few more minutes passed before he said, "I think you two would have made this villiage thrive together... I know I never said anything but... you two were good for each other." He said.

He was right. I was surprised by his words. My father may have allowed our union but I always took his silence about it for disapproval. I am surprised to know I was wrong.

"Thanks Dad... I know its over now but... I'm glad to know you were okay with it..." I said as I yanked up a particularly long weed.

Suddenly my dads hands stop. "Hiccup... I know what its like to miss someone you love this time a' year... I've known it for almost 18 years... but what do we do... when they can't be here?" He said as I put my head down and worked... and I thought on those words heavily.

"I don't know Dad... I wish I knew the answer." I said. He continued, "Hiccup, thats the exsct answer... your mind is fogged and you don't know what to do... but in the back of your mind, you know that what they want is for you to live anyway." He said as he father pat his back once more before standing to leave.

I knew he meant well... he just wanted his son to recover from the sadness I felt. He and I knew it wasn't easy... it was the one thing he and I could relate on. We both have lost the love of our lives.

I finished up the garden work and slicked my bangs back slightly, and turned away. My dad was right... the day was important to honor... but maybe that was all it needed to be?

I knew in the back of my mind... Jackson would never want me to mourn over him like this. I looked over my shoulder once, "I love you..." and walked towards home.

My name... is Jack Frost.

I am dead. However, death is not as... permenant as we always assumed. In fact. It has proven to be more of a perk than a bane on my existance. Not many people, aside from children, know about us Guardians, bringing joy and keeping memories, the few of us that there are.

We merely appear as a childs dream and fantasy to any adults whove lost the will to believe in anything they cannot see.

For a while, that was a bit of a problem for me... while the fantasy behind Santa Clause, The Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny were whimsical and had manifedtation... I was just a turn of phrase, a bit of flotsom poking amidst the edges of your mind only to remain forgotten once again. But even after all of that the man in the moon, a sort of leader for the guardians, chose me above all other candidates.

I don't mean to appear ungrateful for his kindness and the memories he revealed to be butI felt something poking at my head... as if there was something I was not quite remembering.

I lost everything else and the only thing I had to cling to was my memories... and even then I wasn't allowed all of them. How was this fair?

"Jack?" Came the loud and thunderous voice of the man I call North and Head of the Guardians. He wasn't angry, despite his bellowing tone. Its Just how he was when it came to addressing me, a church mouse or anyone.

I had taken to staying here after we had defeated Pitch... it was easy to do my job from here and plus it allowed me to monitor the actions of children throughout the year for him... though some of my actions didn't show it.

What can I say? Fun was in my nature.

"The others are on their way here... apparently Man in Moon has a big announcement for us."

That didn't sound good. Usually the Man in the Moon left us be unless something was about to happen... and with everything left in the wake of Pitch's rampage, I didn't want to imagine what it could be... something that could rival Pitch was terrifying.

"That doesn't sound good." I admitted, grabbing my staff and running into the central Apparatus chamber where the Guardians always met during these times of crisis. "We can never say... Man in Moon hardly tells us what he is thinking." He said as we got to the Guardians table and waited. I smiled at the others, each taking note of me as we waited for... whatever this was.

"What is it you think he wants this time?" Bunny said, picking at one of his teeth momentarily.

We were silenced as we watched the beam of light shimmer down on the table... turning and turning. "A New Guardian this soon?" Tooth said, astonished as the rest of us took a moment to glance at each other as the newest edition to the guardians was revealed.

The shadow was tall... bearded and carried what appeared to be... a clock?

"Father Time." Tooth said fianlly. I looked up at the bright colored woman, "Father time? Who the hell is he?"

"Kind of a Keeper of memories and time. Anything documented in history is his to control. He knows things the man in the moon does because it is allowed to him. We actually were expecting him as our New Guardian last time before you were picked. He is... a bit more organized with memories." Bunny said as the fove looked at Father Time's dissapearing shadow.

North nodded, "Well then, I suppose its time to go pay old Zero a visit, eh?"

I looked to the others and nodded... because if what Aster just told me was true... then maybe my memories were held there... and just maybe this itch in the back of my head... could be scratched.

Pardon this very rushed ending. I merely wanted to keep this part short. A prologue, of sorts.

The next chapter will be incredibly long, trust me.

Now, I cannot take credit for this amazing idea. Go look up the trailer on Youtube. This is merely a prompt for the story I am planning.

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Until next time.