You know, most people would be asleep by now where I live, so why am I wide awake writing fanfictions? How am I not tired?

I'm gonna try to not spend too long on the mortal memories because honestly, I don't have a lot of ideas for it

Here's the key for the chapters (does anyone even read these?)

Memories/Manny talking

The guardians, normal, whatever you want to call it

Jack's thoughts

Now, on with the disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians, Brave, Tangled or How to Train Your Dragon. And I never will

Jack slowly staggered to his feet, clutching his head slightly, then glared at the other guardians. "Why would you do this?" He yelled, not bothering to take in his surroundings. They were going to watch his memories, and he didn't want them to. How the moon hated him. "Why would you agree to watch my memories like this? They're – they're private!"

Everyone shifted uncomfortably, not trusting themselves to speak. Jack groaned, frustrated. "He'd better not show anything too personal." He muttered, glaring at the moon that was somehow still above them. The already white room suddenly flashed brightly, making everyone automatically shield their eyes. When they could see again, they were surrounded by trees, and yells could be heard in the distance. Jack's eyes widened.

Three boys, who looked about 10, ran around the forest as if searching for something. They were covered in mud and dead fish, and they probably stank, too.

"Where did that brat go?" One growled, wiping his face with the back of his hand. He was carrying a large stick in the other, and held it as if he intended to whack someone on the head with it.

"No idea, Harry. We're just gonna have to leave." Another said, picking off bits of dead fish from his clothes. Harry scowled. "No, Brandon! I'm going to find him even if I have to search the entire forest!"

Brandon scoffed. "Stay out here all night then, I'm sure the wolves will be pleased. But I'm heading back, my mum will kill me if she sees me like this. Lets go, Sam."

The third boy, Sam, nodded, and followed Brandon out of the forest. Growling in frustration, Harry followed, muttering curses under his breath.

As soon as the figures were out of view, a small giggle was heard and a young boy, who appeared to be about 6, jumped down from a low branch in a tree. He had chocolate brown hair and eyes, and his face was startlingly similar to Jack's.

Rapunzel let out a slight ''aww'' as she quickly got what no one else did. "Jack, you were so cute as a kid!"

Everyone's eyes widened. "Yeah Jack, what happened?" Merida suddenly said, snickering. Jack gave her a small smirk. "I became awesome."

After a few minutes Jack began to make his way home from the forest, growing slightly more hesitant the closer he got. When a small house finally came into view, voices could be heard. Jack crept into the house as quietly as he could, trying to ignore the argument coming from the kitchen. A smash was heard and Jack ran silently up the stairs to his room, collapsing on his bed and shaking. I don't like it when mummy and daddy fight.

Everyone jumped upon hearing the voice. They all gave Jack a questioning look, and he shrugged. "I guess we can hear my thoughts in my memories."

Downstairs someone slammed the door, and after a few minutes, Jack heard his mother calling him. Silent, Jack got up and made his way down the stairs to see his mother smiling weakly as she handed him his supper.

"So, Jack, how was your day?" She asked. Jack's eyes widened and he immediately launched into the tale of some prank he had pulled on three older boys, and how he had hidden in the tree, his mother laughing as he told her about how the boys were clueless as to where he went. "Jack, you're so good at hiding, you might as well be invisible! You should go with your father hunting sometime."

Jack beamed at this compliment when he heard the door open. Immediately he ran to meet his father, who picked him up and swung him in the air. "Hey there, Jack! What have you been up to, today?" Jack squealed and kicked out helplessly, weak with laughter as his father began to tickle him. He loved it when his father came home from work.

Jack looked at the strange shepherds crook his father wielded. "Daddy, why do you have that?" He asked. His father chuckled. "I have it to help heard the sheep in the fields, and to fight off any wolves that come wanting to hurt them."

"Cool." Jack breathed. "I want one, too! Can I have one, daddy, please?" His father laughed. "One day, son, one day."

Jack's mother entered the room and hugged his father, who kissed her on the lips, setting off an 'eww' from Jack. His mother looked at him and smiled. "Come on Jack, time for bed."

"But mummy! I'm not tired!" Jack pouted, stifling a yawn. "Yes you are, now come on, up to bed." His mother said firmly, and picked him up, carrying him to bed.

"Mummy, can I have a story?" Jack asked, curling up in his bed. His mother smiled. "Of course. I have a new one for you, tonight." Jack shifted, getting comfortable, before listening to the story.

"Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, the world was a dark and scary place for everyone who lived there. Innocent people were attacked by bad men, and those people who attacked others were afraid of death. It was a time when everyone was afraid.

Then, one day, the man in the moon chose some very special people to protect the others. These people looked after those who feared death and other people. The attacks began to stop and people were filled with wonder, hopes and dreams, as they began to collect happy memories. But the chosen people disappeared and never came back, and yet people say they are still watching out for us, somewhere, and that one day, someone else might be chosen by the man in the moon to protect the people all over the world."

The guardian's eyes widened. "Uh, Jack? Did your mother just tell you the story of the Dark Ages?" Tooth asked, turning to Jack, who shrugged. "Dunno. Maybe. People back then had a habit of hearing old tales and twisting them slightly, adding their own little parts to the story."

Jack had settled down and was ready to go to sleep but he still had a question. "Mummy? Who's the man in the moon?"

Jack's mother sighed. "Jack, look at the moon. Do you see those dark patches on it? What does it look like to you?" Jack squinted his eyes. "A face?" He guessed. "That's correct. People say that someone lives inside the moon to make it rise and fall every day, creating that face in the moon."

Jack closed his eyes, not seeming to care. "It's a boring tale." He muttered. "The man in the moon doesn't sound anywhere near as cool as Santa and the Easter Bunny."

Everyone's jaws dropped and Jack paled slightly. Merida burst out laughing. "I think we've just found out why Manny doesn't like you, Jack!" Jack gritted his teeth. "Shut up." He muttered.

Time seemed to speed up as Jack fell asleep, bringing morning forward in about ten seconds, before slowing down just as Jack began to wake up. As the boy's brown eyes opened, a huge smile broke across his face as he leapt out of bed, running into his parent's room.

"Mummy! Daddy! Wake up, it's my birthday!" Jack yelled, shaking his parents roughly. Both groaned and got up reluctantly, yet smiled upon seeing how excited their son was.

"Come on, Jack, we have a special present for you, today." Jack squealed in excitement and bolted off downstairs, not even giving his parents time to sit up. The boy sat impatiently in the main room as his parents came down the stairs, his mother walking into the kitchen to retrieve his present. Jack gasped as he saw his mother return holding a shepherds crook and hand it to him.

"Wow." He breathed. "It's so cool! Thanks so much, Mummy!" His mother smiled. "We got you two presents this year." She said then turned to her husband, who presented a bow and arrow. Jack's mouth fell open as he carefully reached out a hand to gently stroke the wood. "You're the best parents ever!" He suddenly yelled, then flung his small arms around them. "I love you!" He turned to his father. "Can you teach me how to use it now, Daddy? Please?" He pleaded.

Merida chuckled, amused at Jack's enthusiasm. It reminded her of when she got her first bow, and was eager to learn how to use it. She couldn't help but wonder how good he was with a bow. Maybe she could lend him hers sometime, if he promised to take care of it. Just to see how good he was.

His father smiled. "Of course. Come on, Jack, let's go now." Jack squealed again, and flung his arms around his father's neck. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" He yelled, then grabbed his bow before racing out of the door, his father following.

Jack was led to a small spot in the forest as he was taught how to use the bow, from holding it to firing arrows. And he was a very quick learner. By the end of the lesson he could shoot an arrow decently well, even if his aim wasn't so good. Jack eagerly followed his father to the fields, something he would sometimes do when he was bored.

It was only when his father had left for a few moments that Jack noticed it, a furry figure strolling around the trees, eyes locked on the sheep. Jack's heartbeat quickened as he looked around for his father, dismayed to see he was nowhere in sight. Jack sat there for a moment, unsure of what to do. He wanted to drive the wolf away from the flock, but he didn't want to risk hurting the sheep.

The wolf pounced forward, sending the flock into panic. Jack was shaking but took deep breaths, trying to calm his nerves, as he reached for his bow. Loading an arrow, he carefully took aim for a few paces ahead of the wolf before letting the arrow fly.

It worked. The arrow buried itself in the wolf's side, and it howled in pain and spun in circles. Taking the chance, Jack loaded another arrow and took aim again, this time hitting the wolf in the chest. The beast dropped to the floor, not moving, as Jack's sweaty hands lowered the bow just as his father came running up to him.

"Jack! Are you alright?" He asked, checking over his son frantically. "What happened?"

Jack took even deeper breaths in an attempt to calm his heart, before speaking. "There was a wolf, and it attacked the sheep, at first I was scared of hurting them trying to shoot at it but then it attacked them and I shot it with my arrows."

His father's eyes widened and suddenly captured Jack in a bone-crushing hug. "Thank goodness you're safe." He muttered. "You'll make a fine shepherd one day, Jack. Now, lets go home. I think your mother will want to hear about this."

Jack's smile was wide as he was carried home, reaching the bottom of the hill just as the memory faded to white.

"Wow, that was pretty impressive, Jack." Hiccup said, looking at his friend, who smiled. "Only just turned seven and you're already protecting sheep." Even Merida looked impressed. "Wow, I didn't know you could use a bow, Jack."

Jack smiled slightly before the bright light came again and they were thrown into another memory.

Sorry it's so short! Like I said, I don't have a lot of ideas for when Jack was mortal, so most of these memories (and maybe some immortal memories, too) will probably be short. So sorry about that!

Anyways, please review! I feel more encouraged to write the next chapter and get it up when you review!