Colours of the Wind
Chapter 1
Hey guys. People seemed to like my wind spirits, so I'm giving them their own series! This will be how they met Jack, how they all interact- lots of fluff there- how they meet the Guardians, stuff like that. I'm starting with how they met the Guardians, because I want to confuse these overgrown fairy tales! Well, I quite like them, life is just screwing with me at the moment, so I want to do something fun.
I only own the wind spirits. They are my creation. If you want to use them, please ask first. I'll probably say yes, but I want to know who's using my characters.
Italics are mental conversations.
On with the show!
The Winds and the Guardians
The Guardians were fighting Pitch. Again.
You'd think this guy would have something better to do than try to kill us.
You could ask. Dodge left.
For most people, hearing voices in their head would be scary, especially voices that gave them fighting advice, but Jack Frost was not most people. He just dodged left, avoiding a stream of nightmare sand from behind, and continued his conversation.
What do you mean, I could ask?
Exactly what I said. Ask him if he's got anything better to do than try to kill us.
You wouldn't die.
True... but we'd rather keep you around.
Aww, you do care.
In the words of an obnoxious overgrown rabbit: rack off you bloody show pony. Dodge right.
A third voice cut into the conversation.
Jack?
Yes Lupa?
Are you ever going to tell your friends about us? Because I would like to meet them.
Why?
Jack...
Fine! I'll tell them once we've beaten Pitch!
Good. I'm- Jack, behind you!
The winter spirit spun around... just as a streak of nightmare sand slammed into him, knocking the staff from his grip.
Jack!
All four winds raced after him, shrieking into a dive to reach their precious child in time. They just made it, snatching him into their embrace a second before he hit the ground, then reaching for his staff. They were just a second late.
The agony that tore through him was like nothing he had ever imagined. Sure, Pitch had broken his staff before, but it hadn't been dropped from unimaginable heights, just snapped in two. This was far worse. It was more like the pain he had felt long before, when a wolf had ground the wood between sharp teeth. The winds sensed it, screaming right along with him, creating a five-part harmony of anguish.
They took on their corporeal forms and curled around him, ready to spring to his defence. The East Wind, Apollo, soared above him, talons lengthening in anticipation of combat. The South Wind, Spirit, reared back and shrieked his outrage into the sky. The West Wind, Lupa, howled a challenge. Jack's best friend among the winds, Robyn the North Wind, coiled around him, ready to attack even as she comforted him.
It's alright... it's alright... you can fix it once we're safe...
Th-thank you... Robyn...
Rest. You need to heal.
Right... of course.
Jack closed his eyes, curling into a more comfortable position against the smooth scales.
And the five spirits waited.
After what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a few minutes, North's sleigh landed with a loud thunk, waking Jack from his sleep and bringing back the pain.
Ahhh...
Jack?
I-I'm fine...
No, you're not. Go back to sleep.
Alright...
The spirit of winter closed his eyes again, as the Guardians edged towards the creatures surrounding their youngest.
"If these... creatures... do not move, we will fight."
Oh, now we're the bad guys?!
Shhh! You'll wake Jack!
If these are the Guardians, we should just let them take him to the Pole. He can heal there.
Right.
The Guardians watched as the animals moved aside, as though obeying an unspoken signal, giving them access to Jack. North gently picked up their friend, and the winds watched him carry their child to the sleigh.
The Legends were so preoccupied, they didn't notice the four creatures turn into soft winds and follow the sleigh.
So, what'd you think? Next chapter Jack wakes up, and we have more wind spirit stuff. So until next time, and
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-Bird