I finally watched Rise of the Guardians! But I decided that it couldn't just end there, so I cooked up a continuation to the story. Pitch may be gone, but another mysterious figure does everything in his power to get rid of the Guardians, especially Jack Frost. This is my first story that I'm uploading to FanFiction, so wish me good luck. If I make a mistake, please don't bite my head off. This is in Jack's PoV.

Chapter 1: Winter Can't Last Forever

I was about to go insane. Nothing exciting happened at the North Pole. All North did was yell out his yetis to re-paint or remake some toy. I decided to fly to where the towns are, before I died of boredom. Heading south, I noticed buildings nestled in the mountains in the distant, forming a small town. I pointed my staff towards it and I rocketed into the town. My bare feet hit the ground, covered in tightly packed snow.

Strolling through the town, everyone passed through me, just as they always have, no doubt feeling nothing more than a small chill. I sighed. I was a Guardian now, but not much had changed. I was still a virtual nobody. Shrugging it off, I continued walking down the icy road.

I dug my hands in my pockets and looked around. Almost everyone was inside, or just walking the streets, talking in excited tones. Curious, I strained my ears to hear.

"…this one's gonna be a doosy, Janet," a man clasped his around a woman's shoulder, probably his wife. "Talk is that it will be the longest, biggest one in history!" He clapped his hands, thrilled about whatever he was talking about.

The girl, Janet, sighed. "Oh Hank, you get excited so easily. Ten seconds isn't that long…"

This was going nowhere. I flew off, already bored. I stopped mid-air though. A nagging thought crept through my mind, like it really was important. My head throbbed as urgent whispers filled my mind, though inaudible. When they were silenced, I wanted them to come back, since they were replaced with maleficent laughter. I shook my head violently, willing it all to go away. Zooming off, I tried to forget the cruel laughter, but it wouldn't rest.

I had no idea where I was going; I was just trying to get away from the voices, when I slammed into a pocket of hot air. The heat pressed against my skin, and it felt like it was about to melt off. Beads of sweat dotted my forehead. I clenched my teeth as the wave washed over me, draining my energy. Before I knew, I was falling.

My landing was…graceful…as I skidded into the ground face-first, eating dirt. I groaned and dragged myself up, and sat on my knees, panting. The blast of heat caught me by surprise, even though it was already mid-April, and I should've been looking out for it. With the back of my hand, I wiped the sweat off of my forehead, then pushed myself to my feet, and looked around. I groaned again when I realized that I was in the middle of nowhere, nowhere being desert-like plains.

Deserts and I don't mix. If I stayed in one for too long, I would become Jack Puddle.

I took a deep breath, and pushed myself back into the air with great effort, making sure I avoided all hotspots. It was getting late, and once I was in Canada, I settled down in the treetops. My feet dangled off the edge of the branch I was on, and I leaned back against the trunk. I looked up, taking in the sight of a million twinkling stars framing the full, silver-white moon.

Suddenly, a shadow passed through the sky, overlapping the moon. Piece by piece, the moon was enveloped by the shadow. The last piece was covered, and a rising lump in my throat almost choked me. A sense of dread washed over me and I stared in horror at the black circle where the moon once was.

Hoped you liked it! Okay, it was boring, I know. I couldn't think of much to do for the first chapter… I promise the next one will by way more exciting, so just bear with me. Comments are encouraged. If you have to criticize, please don't be too harsh.