Guardian of Mischief: Whispers of Silent Words
Summary: You see; Jack Frost was alone for a little over 300 years, I was on my own even longer; far much longer. Those 300 years that I've spent with him were probably the best of my life. Read on to learn how my sisters and I became what we are, how we were reunited as one once more and in turn, how I became the Guardian of Mischief. Supposed to be a drabble fic. JackOC.
Disclaimer: I am a fan of RotG; I can only wish I own it.
Warning & A/N: Random updates, confusing plotline, the fic is born out of a random moment of… weirdness; yea, weirdness. Mainly inspired by Rosimae's Broken and Healing; this is going to take a while to finish. Especially since this POV is a little hard to figure out…
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Chapter 2: The Boy Who Broke His Staff
It was a little after a decade since I found Jack that it happened.
Jack was a stubborn – if not persistent – teen, I found out. Sure he'd charmed every single one of my sisters senseless, but if only he'd realize what he was about to do! Oh, that boy would be the death of me had I not been an immortal.
But curse that young spirit to feel the connection he'd established with my sisters the moment our magic bonded together in his staff; if I weren't to be the one who lift him during his stunts, one of my sisters would do it in my stead. Who knows what will happen then?!
Erika would warm him up should she carried him for too long; Willow would slowly cool down as she carry Jack, but her initial temperature would be too warm for the winter spirit; as for Sophia… well, let's just say that he hadn't even lasted more than a full minute in her grasp the last time she held him.
It was a tedious and frustrating matter.
Oh the atrocity of it; the boy wanted to learn how to glide on the changing currents of air of my magic while standing on his staff! Well, our staff, considering that part of my magic had been weaved into the piece of wood; not that the boy knew of it.
Either way, the foreboding feeling of what he was about to do scared me; it was as though something bad was going to come out of it.
Still, lifted him I did and rose him into higher grounds, I also did. Yet the ominous feeling of a mishap would not leave me; I ignored it in favor of keeping the boy balanced on that precariously thin staff of ours. Oh, I swear if he could hear me, I'd be screaming in his ears.
"Relax," he muttered suddenly, to me or himself, no one really knew; though, for a moment, I did relaxed.
So higher and higher we flew, white flutters of snow caressing Jack's cheeks as they danced playfully in my embrace.
I was lost in thought as I watched the silent spirits played; none but those who paid extreme attention had ever noticed their presence. Each flake spirit's life was nothing but brief, but the joy and cheer they brought were always a pleasure to one's mind. So preoccupied I was with the entrancing dance of the flakes, I failed to notice the direction Jack and I were heading to. When I did, it was far too late; our momentum was too great for us to stop in time from crashing into the great slumbering oak.
In my rush, I managed to steer Jack away from the black trunk; what I failed to notice was that Jack had lost his grip on our staff. The thin stick that connected us broke with a resounding snap against the otherwise silent forest.
A sharp pain jolted my whole being and the trees nearby shook violently from my invisible shudder; it was as though my spine had been broken into two even though I had no solid bodice in this form. Nearby, Jack screamed in pain as the connection we had to the staff broke along with it.
I began panicking the moment I regained my ability to think coherently. Freshly fallen snows were ruffled in my attempt to calm down, and soon after that I did, I finally settled next to the barely conscious body of my young spirit. Even on the brink of being unconscious, he looked pained; as if a knife had been stabbed into him several times.
I let myself curled around him; touching yet unfelt.
A sigh escaped me, but it was only seen with the soft ruffling of white hair beneath me. It was barely a full minute later that he begun to stir.
I watched as he scrambled to the two parts of the staff that lay rested upon the snow, a light dusting of flakes covered the broken pieces. I felt myself edged closer to him as he held the pieces close to his chest in an embrace, soft yet frantic whispers of "No" reaching me time to time again. And when the pooling tears fell from his eyes – forming solid crystals of ice upon reaching his chin – the trees in our surrounding area shook with my howl of grief.
How could it be? We were only bonded for a short few years; and yet we were to part already? The trees shook further as my thoughts bristled. Jack simply stared at the broken staff, eyes filming with a sheet of something that was akin to clear glass. When he blinked, the glass simply fell and hit the snow-covered ground; the poor boy, he couldn't shed tears!
It continued on a few more minutes, Jack having crystalline tears the shape of his eyes while I swayed according to the grief that I felt, hovering mid-air.
What will become of us now?
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A/N: Right, you guys might realized that this chapter bear some similarities – okay, maybe a lot – to Rosimae's fic; but I kinda… sorta got permission from her about a few other months before I actually sat down and start writing the first chapter of this fic, so… yea. And this is… well, a response I guess, to her point that Jack fixed his staff way too fast and knowingly in the movie that he must have somehow broke it some point before, so I just had to include this part. So… yea.