I am Dark and I am Light
RotG fanfic
Chapter One- Shadows and Moonbeams
Authors note: IM BACK! Oh my gosh it feels so good to be back here! I missed you guys soooo much and I can't apologise enough for only getting back to you all now but I just spent a whole week on holiday without Internet so yeah probably gonna spend most of tommorow on the web^^ hehe oh anyway back to the chapter! hope ypu all erm... well... Im bot quite sure what to say here because IMPORTANT WARNING READ THESE NEXT FEW WORDS- this isn't a very cheerful fanfic for the most part youll see what I mean if you choose to read on but it is pretty evil and dark in places but please don't hate me because of what happens- I will post cute oneshots and short stories alongside it ^^ that being said it does have lot of epic action in it so hopefully you will enjoy it^^ now that's out the way please read on^^ but please let me know what you think about it (I really do want to know badly with this one) but I will now be updating this daily so I will see you tommorow with the next update^^!
Ps I apologise for this monster authors note^^
The light of the moon had been eclipsed by darkness. The shadow of the Earth casting a blood red glow on the previously white moon. The power that supported the boy shut off. With sudden, terrifying lurch, he fell to the ice. Hitting it hard, it knocked him out.
So soon after his rebirth, he was vulnerable. Weaker in body and mind- more prone to both injury... and corruption- and the sudden fear he felt as he fell drew some unwanted attention.
The shadows slithered over to him. Drawing closer to the spirit. He was new, unclaimed, but most of all he was powerful. The darkness revelled in this discovery, and surrounded him. Seeping deep into his mind as the shadows took him as their own. He would be a powerful ally, they thought as they looked into him. All that he was, and could be. Him and the other shadow spirit, once known as Pitchiner, they'd be unstoppable. But what to name this little gem? They saw his old life that had been wiped from his memory, and saw that he had had been called Jackson Overland Frost. They liked the sound of the Jack part, but they were no fools. They knew that the moon's intended name for him would have been Frost, and so, they discarded it. Planting the boy's new given name of Jack Overland in his head- and spreading their influence deeper into him. So the moon wanted him to take on his appearance, did he? The darkness had a sick sense of humour. They saw that the moon was now a deep red, and so, since the moon was so insistant on having the boy resemble him, they changed the boy accordingly. His eyes, that the moon had made blue, turned a dark and deep red. The hair the colour of moonbeams turned a similar sickening shade. It was ironic really that the moon's little spirit should be reborn under a blood moon. When the moon turned the colour of darkness.
People lived under the mistaken impression that black was the colour of evil. They were wrong. Black was rich soil, which gave life, and night, which was restful. Red, though. That was the colour of evil. It was anger, and blood, and chaos, and danger. The true colour of darkness.
And then it was done.
As soon as they had appeared, the shadows were gone. Leaving the boy unconscious on the ice.
Before long, he came to, confused. What had happened? Why was he on the ice? He remembered the momentary flash of panic, and his eyes narrowed in anger. He'd fallen. Someone had dropped him... and he hated them for it. He jumped his feet in, and rose from a crouch, scowling round at the landscape. Where was he? What was he doing here? The frustration of not knowing raged through him, and he lashed out at the ground. He kicked something, and sent it spinning, with a rough grinding noise, across the ice. Tilting his head, he watched as it slowed in its revolving. Then, drawn to it, he reached out a foot to stop it. It changed in response to his touch.
What had originally appeared to be some kind of old crook, with a curved "C" at the end, now resembled something much more sinister. The straight end lengthened and sharpened to a lethal point. The curved end hardened, and honed its edges so that they were flat and sharp. The top transforming into a long, curved blade. A scythe.
Jack's eyes glinted maliciously, as he looked at it with renewed interest. He picked it up, and a blood red glow lit the weapon from within. He could feel the energy thrumming within it.
A rumbling crackling sound- like that of rolling thunder mixed with sparking lightning- caught his attention, and he looked down. Where the pointed end of the scythe touched the ice, dark energy, pulsating with red light, seeped into the ice, and small, black spikes, highlighted with crimson, grew from the surface of the ice itself. A dark smirk grew across his face as he saw it.
Then, he walked over to a nearby tree, eager to see what this new found power could do- ready to unleash the fury of the darkness on it. He raised the curved blade of the scythe, and went to swing it at the tree-.
Frost! The alarmed, urgent voice cried out in his mind.
Your name... is Jack Frost.
Frost? He blinked, confused. His name was Overland, not Frost... Right?
Unexpectedly, a patch of white appeared amongst the dark red of his hair. As a shaft of moonlight fell upon him, the white spread. The red of the blood moon receeding to reveal the white of the natural moon mirrored the red giving way to soft white on the spirit's head. He didn't know it, but the light in him was reawakening. Sacrificing yourself for your sister... that kind of act takes a whole lot of goodness in your heart. And whilst that goodness might have been locked away by the darkness forever, if left untouched, the brief moment, in which the moon had tried to claim him- and now reawakened that claim in him- brought it back.
He looked round at the white wonderland around him, and his gaze softened. He smiled- happily this time. Not even noticing the scythe in his hand slowly shifting into the shape of the hooked staff it had been before. His eyes (now a bright blue) sparkled with wonder at the beauty of the snow. A soft, light crackling made him gasp. He'd lowered his staff, as he gazed in amazement at the lake, and the curved end just skimmed the surface of the nearby tree. White, tiny frost crystals spread around trunk of the tree. Curling and entwining into a beautiful pattern as it did so.
He reached out to touch it- admiring the slight glinting, as the moonlight lit the crystals. Then, he frowned- looking back to the frozen lake. The dark patch, with sharp, pointed spikes protruding from it, was still there. An eerie red glow coming from the black ice. He'd done that, hadn't he... So, then... how had he also done that? He thought, confused, looking at the white crystals that were nothing like the dark ice on the lake.
He shook his head- smiling his confusion away. It didn't matter.
He strode away, happily. Had he seem his reflection, he would have noticed the small patch of dark red hair at the corner of his skull. The darkness swas still there. Whispering maliciously at the edge of his mind. Urging him lash out and destroy. A dark corner of his mind that steadily burned with anger- but he ignored it. Barely even registering its existence- and with a magical ice staff to use, he easily forgot about it. But, though ignored... the darkness was still there.
He made his way around the edge of the clearing with big, gleeful steps. Swinging his staff, and tapping and freezing things at random as he went along. Excitement building, a sudden wild urge overcame him, as he watched the frost, and he ran- sprinting into the forest, with the staff trailing beside him. Waves of beautiful glittering white covered the entire range of plant life in the forest. Every shrub and tree.
With a sudden strong motion, he whipped the staff ahead of him, and was tossed up into the air. A gust of wind pushing him higher and higher above the trees.
Wow! He thought, as he rolled over and the world spun with him. He managed to catch himself atop the gust, and stayed there for a while- smiling with achievement- until, abruptly, it stopped. The panic of falling consuming him as he dropped. He hit a branch, and clung on fearfully.
Attempting to steady himself with a deep breath. The red on his head spread a little as slight annoyance came over him, but the elation of flight was still with him. It made his glare up at the wind was playful, rather than aggressive. The base of his skull was now all dark, but he couldn't see it- nor did he notice his anger growing. He looked across from where he was perched, and saw a village.
Somehow, despite a rather turbulent, embarrassing flight, he made it. Landing on his feet, and then immediately tripping over his cloak. He got up as though it never happened, and rolled his eyes at the sky. The wind really liked messing with him, huh? He wandered up to the villagers, wondering why they weren't the least bit surprised by the kid that, literally, just breezed in.
"Hello!" He called out to one of them. They carried on walking. Now he finally noticed anger that had been with him the whole time, as it grew. Why were they ignoring him?
He tried to push it back, but his smile was slightly more forced than before.
"Hello?" He called out again, and, just like last time, was ignored. His smile dropped now- not even forced anymore. The red in his hair had grown alarmingly- almost equalling the amount of white, and splitting his head in two. He tried again, forcing himself not to lose his temper.
"Good evening, ma'am." He began. She didn't respond.
The end of his staff was slowly growing into a long, pointed blade, as his eyes darkened in every sense of the word, as they turned a dark crimson. The red had now overtaken the white.
"Ma'am." He repeated, not even trying to hold back the threat in his voice. He wanted answers! He didn't care how he got them. Why wasn't she answering?!
He heard the sound of laughter, and his gaze softened as he saw a child chasing a dog happily. The red and white balanced out as he went to move infront of him.
"Excuse me." He said, politely. "Could you tell me where I-." He didn't finish, due to the sheer horror that incapacitated him.
The kid had walked straight through him. Like he didn't even exist.
Panic and confusion racing through his mind, turning it over into chaos. What was going on? What was happening?! What was wrong?! What was he?! He- he didn't even know his name! Was he Overland or Frost? Was he good or bad? Light or dark? Moonlight or shadow? What was he?! Where did he belong?!
Pure, mindless confusion and terror flooded his mind. The shadows urging him to violence- to shoot out at the villagers, force them to acknowledge him, make them suffer for ignoring him, and get some release his stress in a whirlwind of dark energy! The light urged him not to- told him it wasn't their fault- he shouldn't hurt them, it wasn't right. But, he could barely listen either side of his head, so shocked by the discovery as he was. He didn't even see that the staff had morphed into a combination of the two it could become. Constantly shifting towards and away from each one- a sharp crook, a blunt scythe, both all at once- as the light and the shadow battled for control over his mind.
He didn't know what to do! He couldn't even think in the midst of the raging battlefield of his mind. Light fought shadow tearing apart his mind as it did so. The pain was unbearable, splitting his brain in two. It was pure unbridled chaos, and there was no one to save him. No one to help rescue him from the depths of his mind.
He kept pleading- wishing desperately for someone to come. Shamelessly calling for help... But no one came.
Huge, gales of wind swept round the village in sympathy with chaos ruled mind- and the people only ran from the square towards their houses where they'd be safe, unaware he even existed. He was alone.
The slow realisation sunk in. Clouding his mind with grief, as the fight raged on... Alone... Some part of him, that was soon swept off by the whirlwind of thoughts, screamed out: what was wrong with him?! What was happening?! Why was he hurting so bad?! What was he?!
The truth was that he was both good and bad. He didn't know it yet, but he would come to the realisation that he was a part of the shadows and the moon both. Each had equal hold of him. He was light and dark- both saint and demon all at once... and at that very moment, it was tearing his mind in two.