Hello people who happen to be reading this.

I was originally intending to write a reasonably-long emotional oneshot about some of the time Jack spent alone, but around 4,000 words and eleven pages later I'm nowhere near done with my story so I'll be posting it in increments. So yeah, here's said story's prologue. Enjoy.

Present day. August 6, 2025.

Jack stared intently out towards the sunrise, a grin that seemed to scream mischief practically covering his face. On the roof of the Pole, said sunrise seemed to look even more spectacular than what he'd seen all those years alone. Though, now that he thought about it, maybe that was perhaps a bit of an exaggeration. Still, he had to hand it to Aurora; never a dawn his eyes laid upon went by did he constantly marvel at the hue of colors beaming along with the vibrant steaks of light blending with the sun's sheet of gold slowly spreading across the horizon.

Light.

The grin suddenly faded, replaced with the shock and guilt of memories long buried deep inside his soul. It had been a while since Jack last thought of what had taken place those few centuries ago. Possibly, what, thirteen years? No, surely not, the boy pondered. His eyes widened in realization. Oh, but it had. Jamie was around 20 now, in college with a girl of his own he was already considering to marry after he graduated. Almost 13 years since Jack became a guardian, adding a few months when at the time a new pact to himself to forget those longing memories was formed. He figured, had he not become a guardian that pact would have surely been broken in a couple more months. He could handle forgetting for a few months at a time but they eventually caught up to him and continued to haunt his conscience.

Sighing in nostalgia, Jack leaped from the roof back down into the workshop, where he slinked off to a nearby window by the globe. He sat on the ledge connected to it and pulled up his hood, briefly recalling how he was positioned the same way shortly after the Sandman's temporary death those 13 years ago. He closed his eyes and concentrated, as if trying to accept the memories, the faces lost long ago. When he did eventually open his eyes, he jumped at seeing a second reflection on the window of a large figure standing behind him.

"Jack Frost," North roared behind him, his jolly nature slightly irking the winter spirit, who sent the man an annoyed look. "Where have you been?"

"On the roof," Jack replied, voice flat. "Watching the sunrise."

"Really?" North's eyebrows arched in confusion.

"Uh, yeah. I know on the outside I seem like an awesome mischievous rebel, but on the inside I'm an artist who cries watching the sun set and quotes Shakespeare." The boy sent North a look that clearly showed he was being sarcastic.

North laughed for a while at Jack's joke. "Ha! Is very funny, Jack!" he finally stopped. Jack glanced at the air beside him and once again felt the memory of those years growing back inside himself, and his face fell.

North noticed this and looked at Jack, bothered how Frost's mood had suddenly changed. "Jack," he interrupted Jack's thoughts, sending the boy back to the present and North's curious eyes, "what is wrong?"

"Huh? Nothing."

"Ha! Nice try. You cannot fool me this time, Frost."

Jack looked away, wondering in panic what he should do. Should he tell North about what happened in his past? Was he even ready? Heck, it was almost two centuries later, why not?

"Uh..um.."

"Would you like to discuss in private?" North asked.

"Uh, yeah. Please."

Jack followed North into the office on the other side of the workshop, a bit eased at the fact they were alone when the unnecessarily large locks slid into place. North stood by his desk, waiting for Jack to start talking as the spirit stood awkwardly in front of the door, shuffling his feet. After what felt like hours Jack spoke in a soft whisper.

"I...had a friend..once."

North looked rather unfazed.

"Oh did you?"

Jack raised his head toward North, A little surprised at his reaction. Then again, he didn't exactly know how much that meant to Jack in his years of solitude. So Jack tried his best to feel as unfazed as North as he continued.

"I was a long time ago. I was remembering."

"And what happened to them?" North pressed.

Jack swallowed and took a deep breath before continuing. "The sun took him away."

If I've left you in confused suspense you're supposed to feel that way. (Though let's be honest, this isn't that big of a cliffhanger. It could be worse.) So yeah, uh, thanks for reading. I'll update most likely around tomorrow because I have the day off from school. Heh heh..bye now. Review/favorite/follow if you'd like. *awkwardly scoots away from wherever I happen to be communiating from*