A Rise of the Guardians FanFiction by LouiseRisa

Guardian of Mischief: Whispers of Silent Words

Summary: You see; Jack Frost was alone for a little over 300 years, I was on my own even longer; far much longer. Those 300 years that I've spent with him were probably the best of my life. Read on to learn how my sisters and I became what we are, how we were reunited as one once more and in turn, how I became the Guardian of Mischief. Supposed to be a drabble fic. JackOC.

Disclaimer: RotG is not mine. However, I'd like a Sandman plushy… Pretty sure I mentioned that somewhere before… xD

Warning & A/N: Random updates, confusing plotline, the fic is born out of a random moment of… weirdness; yea, weirdness. Mainly inspired by Rosimae's Broken and Healing; this is going to take a while to finish, considering I've finished typing the first two chapters almost half a year ago and promptly forgot to post them.

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Chapter 1: The Boy Whose Hair Turned White

It was no more than four days after Christmas that I had come upon the two. There was simply no one else in sight but the brown-haired duo – siblings, no doubt – on the frozen lake.

I watched as the brown-haired boy reached a hand out to calm the younger girl before him, the frightened girl trembled just as the ice started to crack loudly beneath her feet; the ice had yet to solidify despite it being somewhere near the heart of winter itself.

He moved his feet slowly as the ice began to crack under his weight as well. His words lost to my ears as they were low enough for only the child in front of him to hear.

I continued to watch just as he hopped his way jokingly onto thicker ice; a sliver of amusement crossed my mind when he pretended to slip in order to mask his grimace at the sudden crack of another patch of ice under his weight.

My sisters howled loudly as they joined me in watching the duo; Erika and Willow urging me forward with them to help cool the ice further. Sophia on the other hand just stood by and bit her lower lips nervously; after all, if she dared to go anywhere close to them, the ice would, without a doubt, melt.

Be it as it may, I was rooted to my spot in the air; an urgent whisper of a familiar voice holding me back, refraining me from interfering the unfolding event. It was frustrating, to say the least. My protective instinct towards children was flaring at me, pushing me forward to help the child and her teenage brother; yet, the magic in the voice held me in my place.

So I watched. I watched as my two sisters fought to freeze the lake thicker with their slightly cool strengths; I watched as the boy managed to save his sister, flinging her onto thicker ice. Relief flooded the four of us, unseen by the duo. But the relief soon turned to horror as we realized the position the teenager had placed himself in.

The force holding me back seemed to vanish then, allowing me to lunge for the boy. Alas, I was too late. When I reached where he was, the ice had cracked too much; the thin barrier separating him and the freezing water vanished under his weight. All I managed to do was layering the water surface with another layer of ice with my temperature.

I howled and wailed just as the girl did. Her screams slightly muffled by my annoyance at how a simple voice at the back of my mind had kept me from helping them. I slammed harder into the water surface, unhelpfully thickening the ice. I barely noticed the girl leaving, probably to call for help, and I wallowed in my guilt.

A kind of guilt that turned to rage in a matter of minutes and a storm brewed along with my unstable emotion.

My sisters, turning weak with the growing cold of my strength, left me alone in my guilt; my strength focused on the lake beneath me. My good friend, Nyx, would be so angry with me. The shape-shifting water spirit hated it when I freeze the waters too soon. But I wasn't one to control my emotions.

By the time I had calm down, it was already night-time.

The familiar voice – Man in Moon's voice – came back to me. 'Watch,' he said in my mind.

And so I did.

I kept staring and staring at the lake and its surrounding, but nothing happened. Again, Man in Moon's voice asked me to simply watch.

Frustrated, I calmed my senses as much as I possibly could before continuing to do as I was told. It was unwise to disobey Man in Moon; I did learn it the hard way before.

A soft crack sounded in my ears and I turned to look at the source; the pool was cracking! The air around me hissed lowly in my anticipation; could it be?

The crack was soon widened and a body was lifted. It was the teenage boy from earlier! Except, his brown hair had turn white and the warm hazel eyes of his had become startlingly blue against his pale complexion. I was stunned. Was this why I was withheld from helping him earlier? So a new spirit could be chosen?

I watched just as he landed on the cracked ice, mending it with the chill of his body. When frost began appearing on the wooden staff lying on the floor just as he touched it, I knew that he was to be a spirit belonging to winter; a spirit that I would have to bind myself to, if only to aid with the passing of the seasons.

Unlike my sisters, I was the only one that was not bound to any spirits. Sophia was the Summer Spirit's, Faye's, helper – known as the Southern Wind; Erika was the Eastern Wind, helping E. Aster to bring spring and hope to the humans; Willow, true to her name, was Sam's assistant in bringing in autumn to the world. As for me, I felt it in my whole being to bind myself to the boy; our magic resonating each other.

It was the pull of the winter chill, I supposed, but there was something about this boy; something unusual. I had brought on winter on my own for so many centuries now; unlike my sisters, instead on bringing the passing of the seasons themselves, they had been assigned to a spirit or two a few years after we were to be what we were now.

So I observed, despite the annoyingly strong pull towards him, and saw how amazement filled his eyes when whatever he touched seem to sprout fern-like patterns. Just as he began sliding and gliding across the surface of the lake, I rushed forward and lifted him; feeling an odd urge to let him see the extent of his work.

However, I had miscalculated in my rush. I had used too little strength to lift a person or spirit that wasn't bound to me yet; so he fell. Frantic, I searched for him amongst the snowy banks of the lake. When I heard laughter from above me, I found myself sighing in relief. The boy was fine.

'Jack Frost,' Man in Moon's voice resounded in the confines of my mind. When I heard the boy saying the name out loud, testing it, I knew Man in Moon had projected his voice in his mind too.

Jack Frost; name befitting a child rebirthed of winter.

Jack stood up from his perch on the branch he had fell upon with me settling down quietly beside him, watching his fascination with the lights from the village. Slowly, I felt a trickle of my own energy flow towards the staff Jack was clutching in his hand; so I was already binding myself subconsciously already?

I was curious; dangerously so. This peculiar boy, despite appearing only this morning in my life, was bonding with me; knowingly or otherwise. When I felt a soft tug in my mind, I knew he wished to go to the village where the lights shone bright in the dark forest it was in.

Heavy heartedly – for I knew he was going to find out about his own death and especially how he would be invisible to everyone; except to those who believed or were one of us – I flew him to the village; my magic slightly off due to my unwillingness to reveal the cold, harsh truth.

But there was nothing else I could have done; it was better that he knew the truth now rather than later after all. And so, we travelled.

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A/N: That's all folks, for the first chapter. I'm going to skip many parts in the movie (I think?)… So… Yea… Hope you guys like it. :) Reviews are most definitely welcomed. Chapter 2 will be up by the end of this week; I'm going to have to reread what I've written for a bit and maybe get back into the groove of writing for my last couple weeks of holiday.