Frosted Bonds

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Fear is sickly sweet and sour, dipping into unsuspecting minds, coating common thought. It's funny how it effects certain people, some will shrivel up from the slightest touch yet others will use this fear to their advantage.

A balance is kept still and precise in the hands of the Moon. He created the good and the bad, the even and the odd. The balance was never to tip. Some had tried, such as the Bogeyman we'd come to know, and all had failed.

There are other balances as well, right and wrong, love and hate. It just so happened that a different kind of scale was tipped, the balance of Jack Frost and one particular Guardian. It was a balance of trust and of fear, and it just so happened that one rabbit couldn't keep it in place.

After the Battle of Pitch, many spirits alike came to an agreement of resentment toward the newest Guardian. Many of them had spent their whole immortal lives training to be as good as the big four, then some amateur seasonal was chosen by the Moon. An unfair fairytale in their eyes.

And here is were one powerful spirit is introduced, one who was ready to give up everything in order to join the Big Four. This is one spirit who would do anything, anything, to take back the spot that was rightfully his.

Even if that meant getting rid of one pesky little spirit..

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Jack left early in the morning. As soon as the sun had risen he'd set off on the wind. He headed north as fast as he could, the last thing he needed right then was to run into the Easter bunny. He didn't think he was emotionally prepared for that encounter.

Riding the winds always helped clear his head, but his mind was too clouded to think straight. He wasn't sure whether or not it was right to head for the Pole after yesterday but soon decided that comfort was what he needed. He knew what Bunny said was true, and most likely none of the Guardians wanted anything to do with him, but he could at least say his goodbyes before he lived off the rest of his life alone. And who knows, maybe a visit to North could at the very least improve his mood before he was gone forever, and just the thought of the homey workshop put a smile on his face.

Jack would miss the afternoons he spent at the Warren, filled with painting and gardening. But most of all, he'd miss his big brother. He and Bunny had built a bond that none of the other Guardians quite understood. Maybe it was because they could both relate to the loneliness of losing their families or the crave for attention. But, having that special bond made the pain from yesterday even worse. Jack had never seen Bunny lash out at him like that before, and quite frankly, he was scared.

Jack was scared of Bunny, the one he trusted most. And Jack didn't know what to do.

The winter spirit had just reached North America when the first blast his his shoulder. He shouted and just avoided another blast. Whipping his head backwards Jack caught a glace of orange before he was pounced on, landing on a rooftop.

"Hey, hey! Get off me!" Jack blasted the— scolding hot— being off him. The man, Jack figured, was propelled back from his blast, temporaly dazed. Taking advantage of the situation Jack showered the spirit with pointy ice pellets.

The spirit was hardly affected by the ice as it sizzled off his cloak. Jack caught a look at his face as he stood, his sharp face was framed by his glowing red hair, with his eyes so bright gold that he had to look away. The figure threw two more balls of fire at him, which in turn he deflected with an ice shield.

"What do you want!" Jack shouted. The man stayed silent, still projecting attacks on the young Guardian. The fire spirit shot attack after attack at the boy, who could barley keep up. A particularity strong blast of fire had Jack reeling backwards in the air, nearly impaling a billboard. Jack shot a ray of ice at the summer spirit hitting him in the chest. He hardly flinched and watched as the ice sizzled out on his clothes, smirking at the panic filled face of the winter boy.

"Who are you?"

The summer spirit chose to ignore him as he tried his hardest to take down the boy. Jack was still in a state of shock. It wasn't unusual for the older spirits to pick on him and rough him up a bit, but this was just insane! Jack wasn't sure if he then wanted to try and call for help. But who would he call, it wasn't like he carried a snow globe in his pocket.

The summer seasonal met his eyes briefly and smirked. This was his moment, he only got one chance. The summer spirit conjured a ball of fire and held his ground. Taking a deep breath he hurled the flaming hot ball at the small spirit, watching in triumph as it hit it's target, sending the boy out of the air.

The spirit floated over the winter spirit sprawled on the ground, sizzling. Leaning over his head he whispered with a gleam in his eyes: "My name is Cashel, and I'm here to take back my place."

That was the last thing Jack heard before Cashel was engulfed in heat, teleporting out of the hot Florida sun. Leaving the broken body for the world to handle.

Annd here we go. Another attempt at writing, by me. Tell me what you thought, I hope you enjoyed.

-C3