Chapter 1

Hi!

This is my first fanfic (ever) so I apologize if this story turns out weird. (If it do then please tell me how to improve it)

And a warning to the person that´s reading this: English is not my first language so there is going to be many, many grammar errors and spelling mistakes.

you have been warned….

Now, this idea is random and weird but I really want Wind to be a person (spirit) with his/her own mind, and I also want Jack to have a twin sister...

So this is literally the result of my weird imagination.

This story takes place after Pitch has destroyed the warren and Jack has gone to Antarctica and I will probably change some things.

(btw this will be in 3rd person but will focus mostly on Willow (the Wind))

Enjoy!

Willow wanted to snap the Easter kangaroo's neck, no she wanted to torture him, no he wouldn't die if she tortured him...

Wait a minute, Isn't this Pitch fault? Wasn't he the one that destroyed the warren and made it look like Jack did it?

So, she would torture the Easter kangaroo and snap Pitch´s neck! Yes, That sounds right!

But right now she needed to make sure Jack were okay or as okay as a boy can be after getting all his hope crushed by the Easter kangaroo. Wasn't he the GUARDIAN OF HOPE!? Wasn't he supposed to protect hope, not destroy it?

With a sigh she looked towards Jack.

Yes, she would definitely torture the hope-crushing-good-for-nothing kangaroo the next time she saw him. Although Jack would not agree with her, he was always the nicer one. She was the so called "evil" twin and he was the "good" twin. Why people believed that she would never understand. Sure she were meaner and more sarcastic than her twin, and always the one to crave revenge for the smallest and stupidest things. Okay maybe she did understand where the "good and evil twin" thing came from, but that were all in the past. Besides they could never be Jackson and Willow Overland again, not even Jack and Willow Frost. Because Jack didn't have his memories, to him it was just Jack Frost and the North Wind. Nothing more, nothing less. To him she wasn't even a spirit, to him she were just the wind, the wind that would follow him everywhere. And even if Jack opened the tooth-box and got his memories back nothing would change, Manny made sure of that. He erased her existence from his mind. If he opened the box he would remember Mom, Dad and Emma. But not Willow.

She were pulled out of her thoughts when Jack signed. She looked at him, wondering what he were going to do with the tooth-box.

"Wind?"`his voice were quiet and sounded so tired, Willow had changed her mind, she were going to kill both the Easter kangaroo and the Nightmare king.

Yes Jackson.

It wasn't even a voice, more like an emotionless whisper. Oh how she missed having a real voice. Jack frowned at her response, he never understood why she called him Jackson, and he would never know. When they were alive it annoyed him that she called him Jackson and not Jack so much that he began calling her Will. So Willow called him Jackson to keep that memory alive, the testing and playing. Not that Jack would ever remember that. Calling him Jackson was a lifeline, a way to not drown in sadness, regret and memories. Soon he would remember everything except her. Staying afloat will surely become harder.

"What should I do with it?" he asked, referring to the box with his memories "And why do you keep calling me Jackson?" why couldn't he just let it go? Seriously he's been asking that question for nearly 300 years, just, let, it, go, already.

Seriously Jackson.

"Yes I'm serious"

This is a conversation for another time.

Signing in annoyance he tilted his head back and looked at the sky with a small smile on his face. Operation make-jack-smile-again, successful.

"But seriously wind, what should I do with it?" and the smile was gone replaced by an sad and quite hopeless look. If the kangaroo survives, he will wish he died.

I don't know Jackson, it's your decision.

(Time Skip (15 minutes))

Jack sprung to his feet and ran towards the edge of the glacier they were sitting on and Willows jaw dropped. He were going to throw the tooth-box away… HOW STUPID IS HE!?

Her powers reacted with her emotions and subconscious wishes and pushed the winter spirit back towards where he had been sitting before.

When she saw his face she began laughing.

He looked so confused, so confused it-it was hilarious. He stood there, his arm still in throwing position with the tooth box in his hand, and his face, his face was priceless! He gaped like a fish and his eyes were filled with confusion and looked at something only he could see. Most people wouldn't find this funny, but when the spirit of winter, master of the north wind AND former human Jackson Overland stood there looking much like an idiot, it would be weird not to laugh. Once again her powers reacted to her feelings and laughed in their own way. An eternal 13 year old's laugh rang through the wind and Jack looked even more confused. Did- did he hear her laugh? Probably not. If he did then it would mean that Manny's spell were wearing off, and that was impossible. Besides, Jack couldn't see her. She were invisible to everyone except the other winds and the moon himself. Mother Nature could probably see her, according to her half siblings (the other winds) she could see them, so theoretically she should be able to see Willow to.

"W-wind?" oh, that's right Jack were still confused. At Least he had lowered his arm and wasn't gaping like a fish anymore. Pity, it was fun seeing him like that.

Yes.

"What was that?"

What was what.

"You pulled me away from the edge when I were going to throw the toothbox into the ocean."

If you threw it away you would have regretted it.

"What do you mea-"

"I had a feeling this would happen" a new voice said.

Willow jumped into the air ready to assist jack in any way possible. It didn't matter if he wanted to run away or fight, she would help him. Then she would come back to snap the new voice's neck, because the new voice belonged to none other than the nightmare king himself. Pitch Black.

Okay I was planning for this to be a one-shot, but then I started writing and couldn't stop and then I realized that this was going to end up as a really long one-shot. So I decided to stop here and make it a little series. It will probably only be 3-4 chapters because i'm not really the best writer and because my writing style is just really weird to. Please tell me what you think and how I can improve my writing

/ Tiffany (a.k.a Tittely)