A.N/ Yeah so, those who follow me on tumblr ( .com) , already are aware of this new story in progress. Hopefully I'll be more into this one then the others. The updates for this won't be consistent do to college, but I'll try to get an chapter up at least once an month, maybe more. Most likely it'll be either the weekends, or Tues/Fridays.

Now without futher ado, I give you the first chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Rise of the Guardians of any form. ( Do I own Jack's pooka form? Maybe. Idk. )

It was cold. Freezing. Well, more then usual. Jack Frost gave a sneeze, wiping his nose with a grunt. Normally he could with stand this, but it was bitter. Even too bitter for him. Perhaps he was a bit hasty in this last storm. And yet, he really wanted to get one last storm in this area before Spring hit.

Of course Easter already did. But He got told that he had three more weeks of winter. So, he wasn't wrong.

Especially with how busy his springs are. Even for his off season.

Of course, none of the guardians knew that. Hell, there were some things he couldn't spill...even if it might be for the best.

Jack grunted in response looking at the storm once more, before commanding it to disperse giving a nod. Good. That will at least last the kids for a day. Awesome. With a grumble, Jack arched his body into the wind and flew toward Bugress, using the wind as a guide as he went. And god, he enjoyed it.

But man, didn't he want to just run. When was the last time he got a good full run? A few weeks about wasn't it? Or was it days...? He didn't remember. Not that it was important.

Though this constant use of his magic was giving him a nasty headache.

"Alright Wind, good enough." He called, letting the wind drop him on the shore of the lake, feet hitting calmly on the dusted snow. He curled his toes into it giving a chuckle before he glanced around. Just a dusting. Still...He breathed deeply. Felt great being home.

Well...home in a way.

He cracked his back loudly, making another grunt making a mental note that he needed a better stretch. And god his back itched! "Stupid glamor." He complained walking to the opposite of the lake. He stopped walking though once he was in an open area of the field, the moon's light shining down hitting his skin.

Jack titled his head back, glancing upwards at the Man of the Moon. After 300 years of silence, MiM was finally talking to him. Of course, that made him relieved but there was that part of him that was still annoyed at the Man of the Moon. Hell, he did ignore him for most of his existence. Most being the keyword in that sentence. "What you want MiM?" He called leaning against his staff as he looked at the moon, listening for the response he was sure to get.

"It's time to stop hiding, Jack."

"Are you mad? What makes you think we want to stop hiding? Now of all times?"

"Pitch Black is gone. There is no danger...it' safe."

"No offense, but you said that the last time." Jack snorted, leaning more against the staff looking out at the lake, well pond in a sense. A little small for a lake, wasn't it? ( The jury was still out about that argument)

"Jack, it's time to move forward. It's time for good things to happen...The guardians need to know. They should know. It's time."

"...Fine. I'll tell them. But it's there decision if they want to make an appearance, not yours."

"Of course..."

Jack, once satisfied, watched the Moon a few more minutes before he headed deeper into the covering of the trees. There were some things that we're easier to talk about then others. And this was one of those things. Hell, it was difficult before, and now it's just even harder. And damnit, part of him wanted to finally be away from this glamor. Some part of him wanted to be back in the skin he knew. And yet the other part of him knew how stupid that would be.

He dragged his fingers over his eyes at the thought before coming to a small section in the woods, taking a cautious glance around before he tapped the tree next to him with his staff, jumping into the hole that formed by its roots.

Of course, this hole didn't lead to Bunnymund's warren. No. Not at all. It led to another warren, one that was smaller but not by much. A hidden one, one that only had a few entrances, and ways to get in. And only a few people could get in and out of it as they pleased. Most stayed inside, not daring to make an appearance to the outside world.

Jack Frost was one of those people.

Jack slid across the dirt to the flat ground underneathe, moving his staff to behind his back into the holder around his shoulder. After the fight against Pitch a few years ago, he came to a conclusion that he it would be better if he had his hands free in case, godforbid, something happened.

He gave a nod to the guard on watch, who was leaning against one of the dirt walls before he slipped inside, past the entrance and the stones.

He took a deep breath in the smells, tilting his head back at the relaxing feeling pour into his body and soul. Oh, this was what he needed after a long day of winter fun, and that last storm. Thank god that the temperature down here was decent and better. He so much wanted to release his magic, but it was kind of pointless being he had to put the glamor up again.

Jack didn't hessitate or stop walking though as he headed threw the tunnels of the warren. He gave nods and gentle shoves to the other Pooka's, an race that was thought to be long extinct. But things were never as they seemed. There was always another secret somewhere, usually revolving around Jack Frost. Not that he was that special of course. ( Of course that is one big giant lie).

Jack slipped past the young kits and the other older ones as he headed deep into the heart of the warren, glancing around as he went. "Elder?" He called out as he got closer to where the leader of the small band should be.

"Jack, over here."

Jack twisted on his heel toward the sound, before he gave a smile, trotting over to the older Pooka, the male resting by the river that ran through the warren. The elders once white fur was a bit grey now with age, his whiskers twitching a bit as he sat in the grass. His eyes were bright despite his age, showing he probably wouldn't be slowing down anytime soon. Something that Jack himself was happy about. "There you are. Can you talk?" He questioned the elder, standing next to him as he rested his hands into his hoodie pockets.

"For you? Always. What's the problem youngling?"

A snort, Jack chuckled letting the comment slide. Hell he was young by immortal standards...and Pooka too. He would give the elder that one. He knew better then to make a fuss about it. "MiM talked to me before I came down. He told us it's time to stop hiding and move forward." He replied, voice filled with seriousness.

The silence he got from the elder was nerve whacking to most, but Jack knew he was thinking over what he said, and what to do. The older one tapped his claws against the dirt at the thought, looking at the river then at the kits that were running around. "He said that?"

"Hm. I'm not sure why of all time's he thinks we should. But in a way, I don't blame him. It is time we move forward. We have been hiding for a long time."

"And yet, who is MiM telling us to tell?"

"The other Guardians. So North, Tooth, Sandy...and Aster."

The silence returned for another few minutes, both males watching as two kits tackled one another in the dirt rolling and giggling as they play fought. Those who would learn would be too shocked for their own good.

And Aster...Well, there was a problem all together. Jack knew the other guardian would react probably too shocked, nervous, happy, but mad at him too. Hell, he kept this from him. He had an excuse really.

"Do you trust them?"

Good question. Jack thought about, leaning on his heels as he titled his head upwards looking at the light that was coming from the above world, the trees that were growing. He listened to the laughter and the movement of the water as he thought about his words. "Yeah, I do." He came to a conclusion. "I'm not suggesting we bring them down here at once. But I think that if you and I meet with them first, you can see for yourself and decide from there. They're probably at the Pole anyway. Easter finished a few weeks ago, so they're probably celebrating...and there's a guardian meeting today." He remembered slapping his forehead.

He heard a chuckle from the elder. "You forget a lot of things don't you, youngling?"

"Shut up."

Another chuckle before the elder slowly stood to his feet, grunting slightly at the movement. "We'll meet them. I'll come and see for myself. Besides, I'm sure that's what MiM meant anyway. Get to know them, than decide on if they're trusting enough to meet the others."

"Sounds like a plan. You know how to get there correct? It's where we meet Phil."

"The yeti?"

"The yeti."

"Then yes. I do remember. You head off first, before you're late for you're meeting. I'll be there after I talk to the others, Jack." The elder shared a look with the male in front of him before he moved his paw patting Jack's shoulder. "Are you going to show them you're true self?"

A pause, he thought about it more. Should he? He didn't know. He shrugged at the words, his silence giving the answer. How would he simply show the others what he truly was? What he been his entire existence?

"Hm. Well think about it. Perhaps you can show them once I arrive or something. Now, off with you youngling. You're going to be late."

"Ah, I can't have that. See you soon Elder. If you need me, don't hesitate to send a messenger!" he called before he went into a run toward he tunnel that would lead him toward the Pole, the elder chuckling as he watched him go.

Jack Frost was a weird one...that's for sure.