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This is my first Rise of the Guardians Fanfic.
It tells of the feelings of Jack Frost he felt while standing alone for 300 years and never being seen by children. It is written in a style you are mostly likely not familiar with, but I hope it captures the feelings well.
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I do not own Rise of the Guardians, etc.
Is this what it feels like to be dead? Endlessly wandering in this nightmare I dread? With hollow, empty footsteps I tread, walking the streets and watching the sky, watching memories as time flies by. Seconds to minutes, days to years, a friendly glance my way would send my soul in flight yet they do not see, they do not hear the silent sobs that fill my ears each and every night as I lay awake, counting the stars and repeating the count.
I long for you, oh, blessed one, your tiny hands wanting, searching for love. Can you not hear me shout? Do you not receive the gifts I birth of pure glistening gems that dot the sky, trickling down and placing a twinkle in your eye? How long must I, this chosen one, wander these grounds with nary a clue or thought in my head but emptiness suffocating my heart, pulling the strings, choking me till my screaming mouth bleeds? Opening in a sour grin, I mock the sorrow I feel inside with a façade of gleeful laughter.
I ploy it, taunt it. Make my day! You think I will break now that the skies are grey? Foolish you are for so to think that sanity will shatter as my dreams sink. I rid my mind of the callous one that left me here to drown alone. But what is this? Is it true? Child, when you look my way do you see me looking back at you? Embrace me now! Hold me tight! For so long I have paid the price of solitude rotting my deepest soul. You came right as it was to take its toll. Only you and you alone can break this curse of endless wandering. Allow me to bury my face into you, releasing the tears I long to cry. "You have found me!" I shout. "I thought you'd never find me…" And yet I see you do not run to or for me. You phase right through, I disappear. When I sought to draw you near, you merely leave, you abandon me. Are they dead, these tears I weep?
Come, little one, come back to me! If not to save me, then to watch me bleed. I crave your sight of seeing me; will I ever be set free? I crumble now in a tattered form, resting on the ground of ice and shards. Return to me, my fading dream. I exist, do I not? Than see me for whom I am, not the legends you hear while in bed. I may be a ghost, a phantom to you but please look at me as I look at you.
Into the shadows I fade and remain. Why did you go? Did you have to treat me this way? I believe in you, so why can you not believe in me?
A/N
In case you did not know, when he was referring to the "callous one" who abandoned him, he was talking about the man in the moon. I think that he would have begun to feel resentment for not knowing his purpose or why he was there.
I have written in this style before, but this is not my best piece. I owe that all to a month of writer's block and insomnia :l
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I hope you liked it and thanks for reading!