Hey readers! Sorry about the delay, school started back and its...schmoof! But! I can't wait to write more!

Disclaimer: I totally own RotG. *muffled speech in background* What? Well, why can't I say that?! *more speech* What do you mean it's "copyrighted"? By who?! *angry speech* Urgh...fiiiinnne. I don't own RotG.

It was the third year that Jack met Terra, Mother Nature. She was nice enough, but you didn't want to make her angry. If you got on her bad side, well, let's just say if you've ever seen a grenade explode, you've got a pretty good idea of what would happen. Now take that, and put it on steroids multiplied by 90.

Jack had been keeping the lake frozen, although spring was almost upon Burgess. She was standing there, by the tree he watched Eve climb all the time. She had beautiful features. Her dress was a combination of all the most beautiful parts of each season. And yet, Jack couldn't quite remember them after the encounter, nor describe them to anyone.

She had a stern look on her face, yet softness and kindness twinkled in her eyes. "Winter, what are you doing?" she asked. Jack, of course, had no idea who she was. Pitch had told him that other spirits would hate him. But, could he trust anything Pitch told him?

"What do you mean? Who are you?" It was a pleasant surprise that someone else could see him. But that didn't mean he wouldn't need to know who it was. "I am Mother Nature, and you are my winter spirit. Man in the moon asked me to help turn you into who you are," she said, her voice radiating power. "Man in the moon? Who is he?" Jack wondered. Mother Nature smiled. "He is exactly what the name implies. The price is simple. You work for me. Do your duties. The humans are wondering why this area is the only one getting snow in the last few years. And you shall address me as Terra, or Mother if you wish."

Jack was almost exploding with joy. The child within him was partying hard, dancing and shrieking with happiness. Outwardly, he was cool. Enthusiastic, yes, but cool. He finally had someone he could talk too! Then he remembered what she said about duties. "What do you mean? The humans don't see me." She nodded. "But they notice. When winter ends here, you must spread snow in other places. Do not forget." With that, she was whisked away in the wind.

Jack's head dropped in disappointment. He had wanted to talk more. But still, he was grateful. He called on the wind, putting his hard work, practicing flying, to use. He had Eve's nightly story-telling to look forward to, even if he soon had to leave to do his job soon.

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Eve had gotten a lot better since she had received the journal. Now ten, she was babysitting several village children for money to help her family. Every night, she told them the Adventures of Jack Frost. She had written countless stories down in a different journal.

She had bought it herself with her hard-earned money and wrote down stories to tell the kids. Her eyes twinkled in the firelight with kindness and belief, but also a bit of sadness, too. She still talked to her brother, though neither knew it, but their conversations were more upbeat and positive, and the bullies hadn't bothered her since last year.

Now she was here, telling the children stories the same way her brother used to do, about the infamous Jack Frost, King of Pranks, High Champion of Fun. She also told stories of the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Sandman, and even the Boogieman.

"There he was, fighting a losing battle with Pitch, the evil Nightmare King, when he suddenly remembered his whistle. He pulled it out, blowing as hard as he could, when a hole opened in the earth and out popped a giant, anthropomorphic bunny!" Eve told excitedly. The kids clapped and laughed.

"Bunny threw an egg bomb, which exploded in Pitch's face, instantly turning it bright pink. Pitch scowled, and summoned fearling horses in the form of Jack's worst nightmare...CHICKENS!" One of the kids screamed in a happy shout.

"At the last moment, Jack Frost pulled out his staff and from it exploded magical sneezing flowers! The fearling sneezed and flew back, and Bunny threw a boomerang at Pitch, forcing him to retreat."

She closed her book with an air of finality. "Okay, time for bed!" The kids all groaned. "You say that every night!" One kid said. She smirked. "Well, if you go to sleep and behave for your parents, I'll continue it tomorrow. And don't try to lie, because your parents will tell me!" She added this last sentence for the sake of the younger kids as parents came to collect theirs from this excellent 'daycare.'

One small girl came up to Eve almost bouncing. "Evie, what does "an-thro-ta-nor-fic" mean?" Eve ruffled the normally shy girl's hair. "Anthropomorphic, sweetie. It's just a big, fancy word that means Bunny walks on two feet instead of four like normal bunnies." The girl's parents called her as they came forward.

"Susie!" the small girl's mom said. "Come on, sweetheart, it's time to go!" A woman in her late twenties with beautiful ebony hair came to Eve. She smiled warmly. "Thank you so much, Eve. She loves being here, and you're teaching her to be confident, too. Why, you're even teaching them to read and some words that I didn't know even at your age!" She laughed like it was a day where nothing bad had happened.

Eve smiled modestly, but she was beaming. The woman put some money in Eve's hand, then adding an extra gold coin. Eve's eyes got big and round as the coin. "Thank you, Miss Leah! Thank you!" she said, overwhelmed at the thought of buying her mother something nice.

The woman smiled and left, Susie's chocolate locks bouncing in rhythm with her skips. Eve received similar compliments as the parents filled up her small money bag. Eve practically glowed as the last parent left with their child. Eve ran home to her mother, nearly skipping herself. Jack sighed in content.

He perked up as he remembered to fill the traps Eve set up before starting the 'daycare.' He chased some small game into the traps and looked down. He wanted to do something special for them before he left to do the duties that Mother Nature had told him to do.

Before he could, he saw a shadow. It darted out in front of him and materialized in the form of man that looked physically around nineteen. But it was hard to tell with immortals. At least, Jack assumed this was a spirit, as he was obviously staring at Jack. Jack felt elated. Two people in one day!?

But then his joy died. Something told him that this would be one of the unfriendly spirits Pitch had mentioned. He radiated heat, whereas Jack radiated cold. This stranger was tall, with auburn hair that came out in attractive waves. He wore a Metallica t-shirt, and-oh, wait. That hasn't been invented yet...oh well!

Anyway, he had olive skin and golden eyes, like honey, but no warmth came from them. He had only been around fore a few seconds, but the surrounding snow had already been reduced to puddles and Jack felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead.

"What the heck do you think you're doing here, Winter?" The man spit the word out like poison. "Ah, well...um..you see..um..uh.." Jack said, ever so eloquently.

The man shoved Jack back with surprising force. "I said," he repeated with a cruel smirk, "what are you doing here? It's Spring's turn. You better stay in your territory, if you have any sense of self-preservation." He pushed Jack to the ground and probably bruised his ribs with a well placed kick.

Jack coughed, having just had the wind kicked out of him. He curled in a ball, scared of this new spirit that so obviously hated him for no apparent reason. Another kick to the head made him decide that maybe staying down wasn't the best idea.

Struggling to his feet, Jack didn't expect the blow to his jaw that nearly knocked him to the ground again. The spirit laughed at Jack's pain. He froze the summer-y spirit's feet, and, knowing it wouldn't last long, tried to fly away.

Key word: tried.

The spirit quickly escaped the ice that kept his feet bound and grabbed the escaping winter spirit by ankles.

Jack gasped, feeling a sudden burning at his feet. He attempted to freeze his captor again, but the staff was snatched from his grasp and he was left defenseless. "Who are you?" Jack choked out, beginning to cry both from physical and emotional pain.

The spirit smiled. "I am Carter, the Summer King."

Jack used this distraction to lunge for his staff and quickly flew away. His tears blinded him, his mind fuzzy and his thoughts clouded. He was in France before he realized how far he'd flown. The wind had dried his tears, and he spotted children that seemed a bit glum.

A smile formed on his face as he thought of what to do, distracting himself with fun. Suddenly (totally not exactly what we all knew would happen, wink, wink) snow started falling from the sky, coating the ground in a thick layer of white. Kids screamed with joy and started a snowball fight immediately.

Jack laughed with them, dodging snowballs. He spotted one made completely of ice heading his way, eyes widening as he cleverly escaped by falling on his butt. Still laughing, he retaliated with a hundred more of the snowy ammo.

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