Summary: Just a bunch of one-shots from Rise of the Guardians about the different characters. Mainly about Jack before and after he became a Guardian. No real plot. I just did this on a long, six-hour car drive…

A/n: I really have no idea how this came into my mind…my imagination strikes at the randomest moments. (Is randomest a word? Did I spell it correctly?) Like one time, I came up with the next chapter for my Percy Jackson Fanfiction in the middle of my p.e class. Another time, a random one-shot while watching Annoying Orange on YouTube… Anyway, hope you guys like it! Reviews/comments are appreciated!

Disclaimer: Rise of the Guardians belongs to Dreamworks. End of discussion.

Comment of the week:

A kid in my sixth period study class: "I want to go to Indonesia and eat Komodo dragons…I bet they taste like chicken."

Ch. 1: My Name is Jack Frost (A Hundred Years of Solitude)

His name was Jack Frost. That was all he knew.

Well, that wasn't true. He knew quite a few things. Like, how to make a perfect snowball, make ice sculptures come to life, make it snow, make frost appear on windows, how to fly.

But that wasn't what he wanted to know.

He wanted to know why he was here.

Jack held back a scream of frustration, as a child passed right through him, running away from his siblings who were flinging snowballs at him. Not him, as in Jack Frost, but him, as in the kid who had just run through him.

He'd tried for so long to get somebody, anybody, to see him. To them, he didn't exist. He was just a myth. The figment of somebody's imagination. Not real.

He blamed science.

Without "science", he would've had a bunch of believers. He wouldn't be lonely. He wouldn't purposely do 'bad' things, such as play pranks on people, if they were able to see him.

He would know why he was here.

But he didn't.

He hadn't spoken to anybody in so long. It had to be a hundred years already. Maybe a bit more. He wasn't so sure anymore.

Night had fallen. He was back at the frozen lake he called home. He glanced up at the dark sky, staring at the bright, twinkling stars.

The stars had it so much better than him.

People could see them. They weren't invisible like he was. He bet they even talked to each other.

Oh great. He knew it would be just a matter of time before he started going crazy if he was convinced the stars were talking to each other.

He had to talk to someone. Anyone. If he found somebody to talk to, he'd tell them what had been going on the past hundred years.

How he'd thought somebody waved at him, only to have them waving to their friend. (That had happened several times. More than several actually)

The types of pranks he played on people.

How he stole the sweatshirt he was wearing. (The idiot shouldn't have left it outside. Seriously, who leaves a sweatshirt outside, when there's snow?)

How he'd tried breaking into Santa Clause's workshop, only to be thrown out by yeti's. Several times. (Who knew Santa had yeti's?)

How he'd nearly snuck into the Warren, only to be kicked out (literally) by giant, egg-shaped rocks that moved, had legs, and frowned most of the time.

How he'd woken up from an icy pond and been told he was Jack Frost by the Man in the Moon.

The Man in the Moon. He could see the moon just barely above the tree tops. He glared at the moon, as if it were a real person he was mad at.

Maybe the Man in the Moon was a real person.

Maybe not.

A surge of anger filled him. He grabbed the crooked staff that had been laying on the frozen surface of the lake next to him, and jumped into the air.

He was flying.

Flying at first had been difficult. He'd crashed into several trees. That hadn't been very fun.

But now, he was much, much better. A hundred years of solitude had given him time to practice.

It was to much time in his opinion though.

He shot thought the tree canopy, which wasn't that hard, since there were no leaves on the trees at this time of year. It was the middle of winter for MiM's sake.

He was probably a hundred feet up. But he wasn't scared of heights. He usually flew higher than this.

It was snowing.

Of course, he was the one making this happen.

Whenever his emotions got to out of control, or were just overwhelming him, he ended up controlling the weather without realizing it.

Like right now.

The full moon stared at him.

He glared back.

A long silence followed.

"Why?" he shouted, after he couldn't take the silence anymore.

Why what? He imagined a voice saying.

"Why am I here?" He shouted again. "What's the point if nobody can see me?" The end of his question rose as the anger in his voice became clear.

Silence.

"You don't want to talk?" He asked, still shouting. "Fine! I see how it is!"

"I'm supposed to live forever, all alone, aren't I?"

Nobody answered.

And nobody will answer, he thought. Forever.

A/n: So what do ya think? Leave a review if I should continue or not! Not sure how often updates will be, with school and all, but with Spring Break finally here, hopefully I'll be able to update two or three (or more) times this week.

Write on,

~candy1231