Disclaimer: I don't any of the characters of The Rise of the Guardians. It belongs to Dream Works and William Joyce.

A/N People actually like my story. Wow. I was beyond happy. Every second I would be wondering if everyone would hate me (besides my friends) and then I see all the reviews. Two is good enough for me. And for the rest who followed and favorite this, I squealed in delight. Thank you.

Oh there's a flash back too.


"Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen."
― Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Jack continued his pace enjoying the cool breeze and the smell of freshly fallen snow. He toke his time, pace slow, as if he had all the time in the world. What was the rush anyway? Besides he could ponder on the new place that had his brother and sister so entranced. It was a odd store. Well maybe to only him. Still, he couldn't help but think of how strange it was there...

(Flashback)

Jack entered the store, the little bell chiming, signaling his presence.

"Hello?" he asked. It was actually empty, despite it being new and filled with many eye catching items. Oddly weird. Was the store closed? He doubt it. There were nothing to prove it was closed. Jack paid no attention and browsed through the merchandise. Spell books, potions, wands... various others that intrigued Jack to touch but also stay away. They looked expensive. Expensive as you-will-never-get-it expensive. And Jack didn't really need anything anyway.

But it wasn't that he wouldn't use any the wares. True that everyone had a source of magic in them, some were weaker than others. Jack was one of the others that was in element was ice (did you see that coming?), he didn't bother trying to learn the others they took years of practice. He wasn't really good or bad. But he was the only member in his family that used it (besides his father). His siblings were too young and inexperienced while his Mom would tire herself out. He did know some basics from his father, but after he passed he only frequently used it. But it was quite useful at times. Either to entertain the children or help someone out.

He was debating to get either some food or enchanted toys, when he heard a loud thud and several unidentified things falling. He looked around seeing nothing. Perplexed he called out. "Anyone there?" he asked again."Yes, yes!" a heavily accented voice came out. Jack now a tad worried, search for anything that looked like a―

There! In the very back of the store was a hand waving out of a massive pile of books. Jack didn't even realize that there was a back. This store was huge! Jack ran towards it, tugging on the hand. After a few more tugs he was met with a the owner of the hand.

It was a young woman, maybe in her early adulthood, brushing off her clothes. She was in a rather large red coat and underneath she had a black undershirt and baggy pants to go with it. A fur hat adorned her head and she had a red sash around her waist.

She brushed away her dark locks and smiled, her almost sky colored eyes stared back, crinkling. "Thank you," she said. Jack smiled back, "No big deal." She smiled wider, before looking at the pile of books and sighed. "Vhat a disaster," she said, shaking her head. It was like an avalanche decided to dump all of it's book than someone dug into it. Feeling bad for the mess, Jack decided if he could help. "You know... I can do a bit of magic.. maybe I could he―"

He was cut off by a smothering as the taller woman smothered him. "Thank you! Again!" she cooed.

Jack struggled in her embrace, but she was strong. Stronger than anyone he's hugged, to say. After a few more moments, she dropped him on the ground. In a ungraceful heap, Jack stood up slowly backing up, a bit scared of the woman.

She only laughed heartily. "A lot of people get dat expression," she said. She looked at him. "Vell aren't you going to help?" she said expectantly. "Oh! Right...". Jack rushed to work, helping her pick up the books and sorting them with his magic. This was why magic was so helpful. Everyone in the world used magic (Jack not so much). He didn't need to be dependent on magic. But it tired Jack out, since he didn't practice. That didn't mean he stopped.

As he was sorting the books in the category he couldn't help but feel watched by the woman. Every time he looked back at her, she would be looking away to put away the books or rushing to change something in the store. Maybe he was just imagining it. Finally as Jack was putting away the last book, he sighed proudly.

He didn't think that organizing books were so exhausting with his magic. He barely cleaned his own room, unless by bribery or force. He turned his face to the window, looking at the sun. It was slowly setting, casting a almost golden tinge on the little place. Jack mentally slapped himself for not checking the time. He never stayed out late, he always came home early.

He looked over at the woman. "I'm done," he said, tapping his foot slightly, ready to go. She was nodding rubbing her chin. She appeared to be in deep thought and didn't even acknowledge his words. "Can I go?..." Jack asked not really sure. She snapped her head up, as if she saw him for the first time. "Apologies! Yes go home! Your family must ve vorried, " she said, tone apologetic. "Okay... goodbye." Jack said a confused at her change in behavior. She waved at him as he left the shop. Just than he realized he didn't know her name. He was right about it being a odd store, with an even odder store owner.

(End of flashback)

Jack shook his head, tiredly. Walking he had his thoughts all wrapped on the behavior of the woman. Stopping at the porch, he knocked on the door of his house and was tackled by his siblings. "What did you get?" they asked feverishly. Jack groaned then sighed. He knew he was forgetting something. "Sorry guys, I forg―" "Aw!" they chorused, excitement fading.

"Don't worry! I'll promise to bring you guys tomorrow," Jack replied. Still not satisfied, the pair agreed grudgingly. "You better not break you're promise," Grace said. Jack gave him a solemn promise, crossing his chest. At the sign the children relaxed, knowing that he would. Unless they had to force him. "Jack, why didn't you get anything?" his mother prompted. He shrugged, "It wasn't because there wasn't anything good. I just had to help the store owner clean up her books."

His mother nodded, accepting it. She didn't know if he was telling the truth or not. Even though she knew Jack wasn't interested into dating, she wasn't sure. She still wanted her boy be her boy. There was plenty of time to grow up. Jack yawned before going up to his room. "I'm going to sleep." His mother raised her eyebrows, "No eating?" she questioned. He yawned, before leaning down, "I'll eat later, right now I want to sleep..." he answered. As he left, everyone was curious in their own sense. Jack sleepy?

Said boy was climbing up to his room. He dropped on his bed, not bothering to close the windows. The moon shined brightly, casting a faint glow on the child. Ever since Jack was born, he would always let the moonlight in. Secretly, he enjoyed it. It was as if it was looking after him. But after his father died, he stopped occasionally opened the windows every now and than. Slowly, he fell into what felt like a dreamless sleep, until he felt jarred. He shrugged it off. Whoever it was would clearly see that he was sleeping and give up. But it didn't. It came again.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Aga―

Jack couldn't take it and drowsily opened his eyes. "Wha―Whaa?" Standing before him were what seemed really furry creatures. Jack had read about them, but he could only remember they lived somewhere in the ice lands. They had a short staring contest, before Jack broke the pause. "What are yo―" The beasts as soon as they say his mouth move, grabbed Jack and immediately stuffed him into a sack. Jack strained the bag trying to find a way out, but either the Yetis and weren't affected or were made out of steel. It toke the teen a moment to realize that it was probably enchanted.

Jack huffed and sat back, ignoring the sudden bumps and incoherent sounds. All he could do is wait. His chance would come. Unbeknownst to him it had already arrived. In a form of a bag.

A/N Review if you want, I will read them all. (Creeps to laptop and stares).