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Prologue Burgess, Pennsylvania 1700s
A seventeen-year-old young woman gasped for air as her eyes fluttered open while she floated up to the top of the frozen over pond.
Darkness. That's the first thing I remember. It was dark, and it was cold, and I was scared.
The woman's body broke through the ice drawing another gasp from her pale rose lips as her ice blue eyes fixed on the moon that seemed to be glowing brighter than anything she had ever seen, seconds before a cloud drifted across its face. Had she ever seen anything that bright before? She didn't know. Who was she? She had no idea who she was. And that scared her more than anything else in the world.
"Your fear," an oily male voice spoke up from behind her sending shivers of fear down her spine. "Is so delicious."
With a gasp she turned and saw a tall, gray man leering down at her in a way that scared her more than anything.
Just then the cloud drifted off the moon's face shining brighter than it had just moments ago. The man flinched back from the cold light with a hiss of pain, as if the light had burned him, even as she was drawn toward it.
But then, I saw the moon—it was so big and it was so bright, it seemed to chase the darkness away. And when it did, I wasn't scared anymore.
A hushed whisper brushed through her mind as she was surrounded by the cold light that seemed to envelope her like a hug. The man tried to reach for her only to hiss in pain again as his hand came in contact with the light.
'You are Jackie Frost,' came from the whisper in her mind as she closed her eyes in order to almost drink in the safety and comfort that the light seemed to offer. 'You are meant for someone special.'
The man snarled as he tried to lunge at her only to be repelled yet again by the moonlight.
"You will be mine," he growled as he strained to get to her, drawing yet another gasp of fear from her as she backed away from him only to trip over a shepherd's crook.
Jackie Frost grabbed it and shakily pointed it at the man as he tried to get at her.
"I will never be yours," Jackie shakily stated as she backed away from him again only to shriek in shock when the wind suddenly picked her up and took her away from the man before depositing her somewhere away from the man.
My name is Jackie Frost. How do I know that? The moon told me so. That was all he ever told me. And that was a long, long time ago.
A/N: Everything in italics is Jackie's pov and is a direct quote from the movie and script of Rise of the Guardians.