I was inspired by Rise of the Guardians to write this- and frankly, this is the first thing I'm writing in a VERY long time that isn't school-related. I apologize for my rusty writing skills. Hopefully, they get better as this moves along. I'll let you get to the story now.
Disclaimer: I don't own Rise of the Guardians, or any of its characters.
Prologue
I don't remember much of anything about how I came to be. I just remember being gently pulled from a thick, comforting haze. It was like I was waking up from a dream that I couldn't seem to remember the details of.
I had a vague sense of why I was being pulled from the haze, but it wasn't completely there. Like a foggy memory- one that my mind was subconsciously trying to push back. Hide.
The first thing I remember seeing was the moon. It felt strangely right for it to be the first thing I saw. Like seeing an old friend for the first time in years. It made me feel safe. Comforted.
The oddest thing, though, was that the moon told me something. It reminded me who I was, and what I was meant to do. But yet- it hadn't told me anything. It was as if the moon was simply reminding me of the things I never should have forgotten.
It was reminding me who I was, but yet, it felt like it wasn't telling me everything. It felt like there were things I was forgetting- important things. But at the same time, they didn't feel so important anymore. Like if I remembered them it would only weigh me down.
Those things didn't matter anymore. It didn't matter who I was or what I was before- all that mattered was who I had become, and what I had to do.
Somehow I knew that all of those "important" things would come back to me when I needed them. When I was losing myself. When the moon thought I could understand them. Accept them.
When I accepted this, I felt an ancient, familiar power fill me. Surround me. Become me.
I knew who I was. And with it, what I was meant to do.
I was Mother Nature.