Hey, all! I know, I should've updated sooner, but I'm drawing a blank on these first few chapters. Be sure to give me ideas!
Disclaimer: I don't own RotG, but should Dreamworks have the spontaneous urge to give it to me, I would not object...*cough*hint*cough*
Jack laughed. It had been a year since he had come from the lake, since the moon had told him his name. He was following the little girl, he had learned her name was Eve.
Now he was sitting in a tree, smiling as the Eve attempted to climb up near where he was sitting at the top. Secretly, he was asking the wind to help push her up. Not that she needed it. As of today, she was nine, but she preferred to hang out by the lake instead of celebrating with her family. Early that morning, she snuck out and started her way to the lake, like always.
She always started her day by talking to her deceased brother, and Jack liked to pretend that she was talking to him. After sending a Fun Flake, as he liked to call them, her way, she got the sudden inclination *wink, wink* to climb a tree.
Eve sighed in contentment. Through she did not know it, she was sitting right next Jack. He smiled. She liked spending time alone, but she was never alone. Not if Jack had anything to say about it. He felt unexplainable protectiveness over her.
His smile melted off his face as he spotted two large boys. Bullies. They always picked on Eve, but Jack wasn't sure what he could do about it. He'd beat them up if he could, but he couldn't touch them. Anyways, he tried to avoid violence except in self-defense.
But, as it was the 1700's, others let boys have much more freedom then girls, especially if they were older.
"Hey, pipsqeak! Come down here, you baby!" One of the boys yelled. Eve looked down at them. "Still moping about your brother?" They laughed mercilessly.
Jack grimaced. He hated bullies. The experience felt strangely familiar, and he couldn't stand them teasing Eve. "It's your fault he's gone, Evie!" The larger of the boys said. All at the same time, Eve jumped down, Jack sprang from his tree, and grabbed a fist full of snow, hardening it into ice.
Eve glared at them. "Don't. Call. Me. Evie." She said through gritted teeth. Jack knew why. Her brother used to call her that, and these potatos were spitting it out like venom, turning something special into something meaningless.
He especially hated last summer, when he had to leave her to deal with them himself. Oh, but he had certainly tried to stay. The result was him getting incredibly sick, and having to spend the rest of the summer in Antarctica.
"Why don't you just go join him, idiot," the bully said as he pushed her against the tree. That's when...a place that's not heaven broke loose.
Jack released his ice ball right in the schnozz of the first bully, knocking him down. His nose was bleeding where the ice hit him. Luckily for him, he was knocked out, so he stayed down. These trolls were not messing with her today, not on her birthday. The larger bully looked around cautiously. "Wh-where are you?" He asked, obviously scared. He tried to take a step towards Eve, so Jack froze his shoes.
He stumbled, falling flat on his face. Eve laughed. Jack laughed with her as both bullies pulled themselves up (or had to be dragged, whatever) and ran away. It wasn't until jack had watched Eve enter her house for her unsurprising surprise party that he began to feel bad.
He realized that he probably shouldn't have frozen the bully's shoes. Although the kid was an idiot to attack Eve, he still had a family that probably couldn't afford another pair of sturdy shoes to protect his feet from frostbite. Feeling guilty, Jack flew across the country into a rich town's shoe shop. Carefully counting out coins that people dropped carelessly, he left them on the counter as he took a large pair of sturdy snow boots.
Next, he went to another store. Doing the same thing, he got his item and returned to Eve's house just as the party ended. He found her smiling on her small bed, obviously happy.
Jack frosted over the floor and drew a frost dog, her favorite animal. She gasped in delight. It was, after all, her birthday, and she deserved a special treat. Concentrating, he willed the frost dog to come to life. It was a trick he had learned just last week, and could barely wait to show her. It danced around her room, and the turned into beautiful sparkling snow around her. When she turned back to her bed, she saw a small package on it.
Jack smiled. Eve gasped as she unwrapped the soft, leather journal and ink quill. He waited in anticipation at what she would write. She wrote for hours. First she introduced herself and went on about how amazing her brother had been. Soon, it was midnight, and her mother came in to kindly tell her to go to sleep.
Reluctantly, she put the journal and quill on her simple bedside table. Her mother frowned. "Where did you get that?" She asked. "It was on my bed." She responded. Her mother smiled and wished her goodnight. She believed it was a miracle.
After the door closed, Eve jumped up as if remembering something. Quickly, she grabbed he quill and wrote what seemed to be a note to herself. It read, 'Once there was a boy named Jack Frost...' Jacks eyes widened. He reached out to touch her, but he once again went straight through her, and he winced at the familiar pain. He sighed, but he was used to this.
Well, at least this beginning of a story was some consolation. Jack waited by her bed, watching her in a protective manner. He wanted nothing more than to hug her, but he couldn't.
He waited until the golden tendrils of sand reached her, lulling her to sleep. He smiled as an image of her and another boy, who he assumed was her brother, skating happily. Smiling sadly, he crept out through her window.
A nightmare horse approached her window, a sight he was used too. He snarled as he froze it solid. "Not tonight," he said. Suddenly, a dark silhouette came in front of him, as if out of the shadows themselves. A tall man with deathly pale skin and dark, spikey hair formed, looming over Jack.
"Well, I wondered who kept freezing my nightmares," he said in an oily voice. "I am Pitch Black, the boogieman." Pitch said, bowing. Jack was frozen, pun intended. Shaking it off, he spoke. "Are you talking to me?" He asked, daring to hope.
Pitch smiled creepily. He glanced at his frozen nightmare. "Yes. You're powerful, aren't you. I'd love to have you on my side."
Jack paused. "What...? Did you make that nightmare! Your the one that makes them?" Pitch's smile stretched bigger. "Of course. I make nightmares for children and feed off them. You help would be welcome. I could certainly use it." He said. Jack's heart dropped like a stone.
The first person that could see him, and he was this creep. No, he couldn't join him. But that didn't mean that he couldn't get some information first. "Why do I walk through people?" he asked. Pitch sighed, and it seemed so sad that Jack almost felt sorry for him.
"I've asked myself the same question for millennia, but I've never gotten a clear answer. We're spirits. Spirits have to be believed in to be seen or heard, or even touched. There are other spirits, but stay away from them. They show no mercy for winter or fear. We are very similar...?" Jack picked up on what he was asking. "My name is Jack Frost." He answered. "Well, Jack Frost, what do you say?" Pitch asked.
Jack was torn. This man, Pitch Black, seemed just like him. But then he realized something. "I'm sorry, but no. I don't want to be feared." Pitch scowled. "Then suffer the consequences." He said, attacking.
Jack's eyes widened as a tendril of black liquid struck him. He dodged at the last second, but not before a cut appeared on his cheek from it. Quickly, he aimed a freezing blow at Pitch. Unfortunately, he was still learning his powered, and missed.
A second tendril wrapped around his leg, and pulled hard. Jack yelped as sudden pain in his ankle. He heard a snap and stumbled. Gritting his teeth, he froze a sharp icicle and aimed it at Pitch. It sunk deep into his shoulder, making Pitch hiss. Glaring at the winter spirit, he dissappeared once again into the shadows.
Jack made it to his lake before collapsing in exhaustion and pain. He yelped as he set the bone of his own leg and frosted it over. It wouldn't be the last time he had to do it, and Jack made a mental note to study up on self-defense and medical procedures. Closing his eyes, the last thought that went through his mind was how lucky he was to be under the beautiful sky, even when he was hurt.
Well, that was certainly longer than my other chapter. Be sure to read and review!