I do not own the characters of Guardians of Children series. They belong to William Joyce.
I only own Jacquelyn O'Lantern and the plot of this story.
Hope you all enjoy!
300 years...
The sun was shining, the blue skies hinted no clouds. But, a house of ruins covered in the dense forest of Harlowsheer. Light refuses to shine upon this particular place. Sitting upon the shadows, covered in darkness. Yes, today was the day of fright. Hallows Eve, a day where Jack would be happy.
Sporting a black cloak with embers burning, Jack walks with the staff in hand. Night would soon approached. Instead of waiting patiently in the house, Jack decided to go outside with his mask and staff. It was days right? Since this person has never ventured from the house in such a while. Summoning the courage, Jack stepped outside.
It was bright. The sun was just too powerful for Jack. Jack's eyes had ring of circles, hair was short and wavy like a woman's. Eyes like amber, shining ever brightly like a candle. The mask was a goat skull, the staff same but with power pulsing ever so often. Jack pulled the cloak hood over the head and walked out to Harlowsheer.
Children were running around the streets, the houses covered in Halloween decoration. Walking around, Jack noticed how the children gathered at a giant tree stump. Curiosity caught the cat. Jack slowly walked over to the children listening intently.
'They say Jack, the one who first created the Jack O'Lantern haunts this very street. The house over a Pickett Street was first burned to the ground with Jack inside. They say if you see a person with a goat skull mask don't run away, Jack would chase you and cut you up.'
This hurt Jack's feelings...or at least what was left. The children of the generation would be cruel to Jack on how they tell the story. Only a person who knows Jack's story and background would protest and yell at the kid. As Jack was about to leave, a cat of black crossed path.
'Not true,' a voice said. 'Jack is not cruel, Jack's a nice person! Jack would never hurt us, this is Jack's town.'
Jack turned to see a boy like the dreams. Black hair, ashen grey face and weak red eyes. The boy was around eight years old. He wore something like a grim reapers costume. The mask was held in his hand, the black cat walked around him. Purring in a way to make someone's skin crawl. Jack walked towards the children, the sun burning the goat mask.
'Jack would never hurt anyone!' another boy said in a high-pitched voice. 'Oh yeah? How do you know? Unless your friends with Jack.'
The boy stood and clutched his mask. Jack wondered why the boy would protect such a person. Walking towards the children, Jack could feel hatred and anger in their hearts. The boy stood his ground.
'Why would Jack want to hurt us? During Halloween Jack has been festive and gave us a great time to go trick-or-treating!' the boy protested. 'Jack would never let us down!'
'Prove it, Mason' the other boy smiled. 'Bring Jack's most precious ruby.'
'That's rubbish!' Mason shouted. 'Jack's most precious thing are the children's happiness!'
'Your lame,' the other boy looked at him.
Jack could not stand such petty fights, bringing the staff to the front of the Mason boy's body. Stabbing the ground, the staff began to illuminate. The weather changed, clouds began to gather rather quickly and unnaturally. The wind began to blow, shadows stretched as if they were to grab them. The children held one another, except for Mason. He felt a person behind of him.
The children saw the person. The one they call Jack O'Lantern wore a goat skull mask with a cloak and the staff was similar. Jack's voice was soft and alluring but also hinted a bit of dangerous intent.
I wish not to hurt children, but please don't go calling me things I wish not to hear. I only wish for children to have fun on such a day as today. At night I have a surprise to you all, when you go to Pickett Street I will be there to show you all a great time to have fun. How about it?
The children looked at Jack with fear, Mason saw the opportunity to make them understand Jack. Jack on the other hand had other plans, taking the staff Jack walked away. Mason shouted out Jack's name.
'Your wish from years ago was to protect children right?' he asked.
Jack's eyes widen. Memories was not clear but Jack could remember making such a promise to a boy. Jack nodded. Mason smiled widely, the weather began to go back to its original state. Clear and sunny. Jack smiled slightly feeling the happiness in the child. The goat mask was slipping off, but Jack held it in place. Looking upon the sky, the sun burned Jack's eyes. Shaking off such dizziness, Jack walked on.
'Told you Jack is nice,' Mason smiled. 'Any of you guys going?'
'I'm going,' a girl with red hair piped. 'How about you Jasper?'
Jasper nodded. Soon the children agreed, except for the boy who said such unruly things about Jack. Mason raised his brow wondering if the boy, frightened in the boots. 'Marcus are you scared?'
'No!' Marcus blushed. 'Jack just popped out of nowhere. But I'll be going to prove you guys that Jack is evil.'
Even from a few meters away Jack could still hear them. But it did not matter, tonight would be splendid. Tonight Jack would call upon the staff to spread the All Hallows Eve celebration. The cat followed Jack to Pickett Street, before going inside Jack went to the back to see two grave markers. On the left was a stake with a goat skull and on the right a stone inscribed with words.
Jacquelyn O'Lantern
Daughter of Alice and Lynne
Beloved older sister, friend, and daughter
'May the wind carry us through the sky!' - Jacquelyn
Jack felt the empty shell of the heart beating. It was painful, the beating would not stop no matter what movement Jack did. Memories flashed by causing the mind to hurt along with the heart. Jack sat down next to the grave markers. Jack laid one of two hands on his forehead. 'This hurts,' Jack muttered.
Walking around the endless corridors of the North Pole a boy with white hair smiles. The corridors were enormous, walking by little elves with pointed ears laugh. The boy smiled, with his staff in hand he presses on. Today was a meeting with the rest of the guardians. He entered a through a door.
'What took you so long mate?' a human sized bunny asked.
His whiskers twitched when he said 'mate'. His fur or hair was grey with hints of white. Sporting leather gauntlet the giant bunny twirled a sharp-looking carrot. Everyone else were already seated. Sandman was snoring, Tooth was comforting Baby Tooth, and North was waiting patiently.
'Well if you don't mind Jack,' North said.
'Oh yeah, sorry,' Jack replied.
Jack Frost, guardian of fun was just an average spirit of winter. Not too long ago did the Guardians defeat Pitch Black, their number one enemy. But today's meeting was different from the rest. The Man in the Moon told them about another spirit. As North talked, Jack froze one of Kangaroo Man's carrots which he threw into the air. As the carrot hit Bunnymund, he threatened to paint Frost's whole face.
'Oh I'm scared of a talking kangaroo,' Jack snickered.
'I'm a bunny, mate!' Bunnymund shouted.
Bunnymund glared at Jack with distaste while Jack was laughing. North was getting furious as the seconds passed by, Sandman was snoring, and Tooth calmed everyone down. Bunnymund sighed and sat back down. Jack just smiled like a crazy loon.
'Now, if I may continue,' North coughed. 'Jack, you and Sandman are going to find the guardian of Halloween. While Tooth, Bunnymund, and I are going to pay a visit to the Man in the Moon.'
'Why does Frosty have the hard job?' Bunnymund asked.
'Well I don't mind finding the spirit,' Jack smiled.
'Good, now wake up Sandman,' North instructed.
North, Tooth, and Bunnymund left. Leaving Jack and Sandman. As joke, Jack sat in front of Sandman and created an ice cub. He then opened Sandman's shirt slightly and let the ice-cube settle inside of Sandy's shirt. Sandman awoke with a chill down his back, jumping off of his chair he raced around in circles.
'Jack, your cruel!' Sandman said.
Jack smiled. He liked Sandman out of all the Guardians. Jack jumped off of the table and landed on his feet. His staff was across his back. Jack smiled his signature smile.
'Let's go Sandy,' Jack said. 'We need to find a spirit.'
The sun was about to set, the houses of Harlowsheer began to light up their decoration. From the forested area, Jack watched with a tired expression. The staff in hand was pulsing like mad. Jack's mind was still hurt, due to the lack of memory. From afar, the boy, Mason in his grim reaper costume along with his scythe.
Leaning on the staff Jack breathed. 'It's too cold. Hope the children won't catch a cold. What do you think Jacquelyn, should we still continue?'
We should, after all you and I need to have a bit of a reunion.
A/N: I have never seen the movie before but I have read the novels and the picture books. But from what my friends tell me the movie Rise of the Guardians was really cool. Anyway, what did you guys think of the movie or books?