Chapter 2: Into the Fog
370 Years Later
The Moon shone over a small town at the edge of a forest. A cold wind blew past buildings, telephone poles, and cars that had a light dusting of frost on them. A young man's laughter filled the silence as he flew over the road, his white hair glinting in the moonlight. He shot into the air, his figure being outlined by the moon. A teenaged boy in a hoodie with a hooked staff paused in front of it, a big smile on his face, full of laughter.
"How was that, Manny?" Jack Frost asked just after pausing to look at the Moon. He laughed, then turned back to the town, admiring his work. The new silver polishing looked absolutely beautiful. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Jack sighed as he put his staff behind his head, proud of himself. Shaking his head, he said, "Why do I never come to Scotland?" Suddenly he perked up, looking at the surrounding forest. Fog was rolling in.
Curious, Jack flew into the woods. He had always wondered where fog came from, but never bothered to ask the fellow Guardians. He landed, stepping through the foggy grove, looking around. "Hello?" he called out. The quietness made the Winter Guardian wary, so he got into a defensive position, holding his staff in both hands. He whipped around as some bushes rustled next him, and again when the noise came from the other side.
Jack stepped forward, a look of confusion on his face as he stepped closer to the shaking bushes. "AH!" He had gotten no more than three feet away when he jumped, falling on his back. His staff clattered to the ground a few feet away, just out of arm's reach, but Jack wasn't looking for it. "What?" he said, staring just above the greenery.
A blue, flame-like object about the same size as a cat was in front of the Guardian of Fun. He stood up, staring at it while he took a few steps forward. He stopped, his curiosity taking over. "Wha-what are you?" he questioned, tilting his head to one side. It didn't speak, and just stayed where it was.
"You don't talk much, do you?" Again, silence returned his question. "Well," he said, reaching for it, "I will admit, you're pretty cute." He spread out his hand to touch the floating flame, but it vanished at his touch. He gasped, pulling his hand back, then staring at it. He began to breathe heavily, worried that he killed his mysterious new friend.
Jack looked back to where it had once been and rushed forward. "Little spirit?" His call was returned with silence. Jack spun around, eyeing his staff on the forest floor. He picked it up, then jumped over the bush, his ability to fly helping him. Jack looked around him, then jumped again.
"Would you quit that?" The spirit had appeared in his face, making him jump again, but he didn't fall. "Hm…" Jack looked past his new friend, seeing a trail of blue lights. Jack turned back to the spirit. "Are those your friends? Huh?" It was gone again.
Jack looked around again, then stared at the nearest spirit. He stepped towards it, wary of what it could do. He gasped as it vaporized, pausing his approach. It didn't shock him as much this time, though, so he kept moving towards the next one.
It disappeared as the others had, so Jack kept following the trail. Eventually, he jumped up and began to fly low over the ground, following the trail of lights. They disappeared one by one, and Jack wondered why they were doing so.
Finally, Jack flew into small, misty clearing. It was still surrounded by woods, but it was open enough so that Jack could see the Moon. "OK," he laughed, "where are you guys?" Jack searched for the mysterious beings. He straightened himself, though, when he realized he was alone. He sighed in frustration.
"Come on, what did I do? I'm the Guardian of Fun! Don't you guys want to have a bit of fun?" Jack looked around hopefully, but frowned when the lights didn't appear. He sighed in frustration again. "Actually, I should get going. Some kids in Idaho need a snow day."
He was about to leave when a twig snapped behind. He paused, turning around, only to see a wall of fog coming at him. His mouth dropped open, seeing the 70 foot wall of grey coming, and it was coming fast. Too fast. He twisted around to see that it was surrounding him on all sides. After spinning all the way around, he saw a pair of blue eyes staring at him, coming closer. Jack tried to run, but realized that there was no way out.
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