Hi everybody! This is my first fanfiction ever! HIIIIII! I'm so excited!
Yes, I know, posting a fanfiction on ROTG, in 2017, is probably not the best way to have reviews and comments that could help me improving my writing skills, but hey! I can't control my creative process!
There's something you might want to know before starting your reading: I speak French and I'm still learning English. So I'm positively sure that there's mistakes in my story even if I did my best to correct them. If you see any of them, I would be very happy of you took the time to comment so that I could change that as fast as possible!
Another thing: the ratting and the category might change after a few chapter as I still don't know where this story is going.
So, that's it! I don't even know if anybody is going to read this story but to anybody that would: enjoy your reading as much as I enjoyed writing the story for you!
Chapter 1
Jack was lying on the branch of a tree, near his lake in Burgess, taking a nap after a very long day of spreading winter across the globe and, occasionally, doing snowball fights with kids. One of his legs was hanging from the branch and his staff was lying across his chest, his left hand holding it even in his sleep. The sun was about to rise and everything was covered with a thin layer of glittering snow as it was the beginning of winter.
He was sleeping peacefully when a slight breeze started blowing around him, ruffling his silvery hair and making his hanging leg swinging a bit. Still, it wasn't enough for him to wake up. But the wind slowly gained strength and hardly a minute later, Jack's sleeping body was threatening to fall from the tree.
Only a second before it could actually happen, Jack's blue eyes shot open and with a loud gasp, he grasped the branch with both his arms and legs to restrain himself from falling into the void.
He was climbing back on his perch, his heart racing, when he heard fast gusts of wind blow gently around him. Jack smirked at the giggles of the Wind as he began to understand what had just happened.
- Really? Jack said as he jumped from the branch to the ground, his bare feet barely sinking into the snow. After three hundred years you still play those pranks on me?
He was trying to sound serious but he was totally failing as a small smile was forming at the corner of his lips.
The wind then howled and Jack could hear her say: like YOU don't prank people anymore…
Yep, that's right, Jack Frost could not only talk to the wind, but also understand her language. (Because yes, the wind was a she)
He learned the now almost disappeared dialect of his friend during those long years where she was his only companion and he was now, to his knowledge, the only human being (well, in his case spirit being) who could talk with the wind.
The winter spirit laughed at her comment and could only agree. He was the Guardian of Fun after all…
He smiled even more as he thought about his new status of Guardian. Well, not so new, but when you're immortal, two years is not very long you know.
Jack was about to talk when the wind blew in his face, shushing him. Puzzled, Jack remained silent for a few seconds before the wind sough in satisfaction.
- Isn't it beautiful? She said happily in a gust.
- S-sorry, but what exactly is so beautiful Wind? Jack asked even more puzzled than before.
The wind stopped again and for Jack it was like if she was listening to something in the distance.
After a few seconds she said:
- Would you like me to show you? And by her tone he could say that, if she had a face, she would be smiling playfully at him.
After a few seconds of pretending he was thinking about her offer, Jack smiled brightly, his curiosity quickly taking the upper hand, and he said to his friend:
- You bet I want!