A/N: Just a quick note telling you that the prologue of this story takes place in France, so some of the dialogue (three lines to be exact!) will be in French due to the fact that that's where April Fools day originated from (kind of). No worries though, there will be translations and the rest of the story's dialogue will be in English!

Disclaimer: I do not nor ever will own Rise of the Guardians!

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Jokes on You: Prologue- Waking Up

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It was a prank. A hoax. A joke. It was nothing more than an action that Odart had done to get others to laugh at the poor fool who had fallen for it. It was nothing more than a trick he had done to impress his older sister, the girl who was known for her impressive ruses that got the town to laugh. That was all he really wanted to do. To show his sister that he could pull impressive pranks too, just like her.

It just didn't work out correctly.

The trick was never supposed to be fatal. It was never supposed to threaten anyone. It was never supposed to almost end his life, but instead, making his sister a savoir that saved him yet died in the process.

It was never suppose to turn into this.

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The air seemed still as she awoke.

The first thing she saw as her eyes flashed open was the night sky. It seemed dark and lonely, filled with nothing but the blackness of night, but it felt familiar. A few stars dotted the abyss of nothing, giving a soft glow through out the darkness, but only one thing seemed to battle it away. It was the moon.

Rays shined down from the white rock in the sky, chasing the darkness away and leaving behind streaks of dark blue in the great above. It was a sight that seemed to captivate the girl who lay underneath it, and she couldn't help but stare at it for what felt like forever. But she had no idea what forever was yet, even though she was going to be forced to live it.

The shuffling of somebody's feet snapped the teenage girl out of her trance and she instantly sat up. She found herself in the middle of a pathway that traveled down between the buildings and into a mass of land, and somehow she knew it was a road for horse drawn carriages. What she couldn't figure out was why she was on it, lying down no less.

Pushing herself to her feet, she glanced up at the man who walked down the cobble stoned sidewalk. He looked tired and worn out, hunching over as he continued his journey down the street, his feet raking through puddles of water as he went.

"Excusez-moi?"(1) She questioned, walking towards him as she tried to gain his attention, but the man continued forward, completely ignoring her.

Frowning, the teenage rushed forward and tried again, but he still didn't reply to her. Narrowing her eyes in irritation, she reached out to touch the man's shoulder, but to her complete and utter shock, her hand fell right through it.

Stumbling back, the French girl brought a hand to her mouth, stuttering out a weak, "D-de quoi?"(2) to herself. Utter shock consumed her face and she felt completely horrified, her face draining of color. Running forward, she tried to grab the man again, but the same thing happened. In sheer hysterics, she kept trying to grasp the man until he disappeared into one of the buildings. She couldn't understand it. Why couldn't she touch him?

Sighing in defeat, she leaned against the building besides her, sliding down and leaning against her knees. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall, quickly blinking them away. She had no idea what was going on and every time she tried to search her memory, it was completely blank. She knew a few things, but nothing about herself.

'Where am I?' She asked herself, burying her head into her thighs. She obtained no response for her question, but she couldn't help but inquire more, 'Who am I?' She wondered.

She wasn't expecting an answer.

"You are April Fool, the Spirit of Laughter."

Her head snapped up as she heard that. Jumping up to her feet, she glanced around but saw no one. Her eyes were wide in surprise and her mouth was agape. She kept trying to find out where the velvety voice was coming from and how it could hear her thoughts, but she found no one.

Once again, she asked this question, but this time she asked it aloud, "Qui suis-je?"(3) She asked in her native tongue, despite the voice having answered in another language. When no one responded, the girl growled in irritation, balling up her fists and pounding them on her thighs, "Who am I?!" She screamed, this time in the same language that it had spoken to her in. She didn't know how she understood both, but she felt as if she needed to know the tongue the voice had used. As if her destiny was entwined with that fact of her knowing it, and that it would play a key factor in her future.

This time, the voice responded again, and April was shocked when she heard it being whispered from the moon high above her.

"You are April Fool, the Spirit of Laughter." The moon told her again, leaving April entranced. She continued staring up at it, willing it to tell her more, but he never did, nor would he ever will.

Clouds began to build in the sky, shifting and hiding the white stone from view. It seemed to knock April to her senses, causing her to blink away the fogginess in her eyes and shake her head to clear of her thoughts. Glancing down at her feet, she realized she didn't know what to do next.

The Moon had left her completely alone in a world where she wasn't visible, and an emotion crept up on her that she would soon become accustomed to.

Loneliness.

Hopefully, her laughter would save her.

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A/N: Sorry its short. Its just the prologue though so I promise that the other chapters will be longer and more eventful. I've been wanting to do a story for Rotg for a while now and finally decided to write one! Thank you for reading and please review!

Translataions: (1)- Excuse me?, (2)- What?, (3)- Who am I?