Author's Note:

*Wrote this chapter across the states as I ventured off to New York City with my school mates* ****intensifies reasonings as to why it took so long to post********

1. Thoughts are in Italics
2. This chapter was going to be in 1st person, but then it got weird so I changed it to thought bubbles.
3. Have fun reading!


Chapter 3: Stuck on a Timeless Thought

"Our life is made up of time; our days are measured in hours, our pay measured by those hours, our knowledge is measured by years. . . And yet your time eventually runs out and you wonder in your heart of hearts if those seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades were being spent the best way they possibly could. In other words, if you could change anything, would you?"

― Cecelia Ahern


Sure, it took some time to get used to another friendly being who floated about as I did. As I sit in my snug little spot, I recall all the times he and I share a lifetime of stories. A small smile crosses my face every time he comes to mind. At last, someone who has lived as long as me and is willing to confront me with some form of friendship.

She looked longingly out the window as she fiddled the leathery corners of a book she recently picked up. I like this one. It's called 'Pitch Black'. It's about how one man who many made fun of soon turned into one of the most feared. It was quite interesting really. I find it really courageous and brave of the man. His story reminds me of myself really... Sad to think of it that way, but I can truly relate.

Emily would like to read a book like this. By her side, there lay several books that she saved for her. Come to think of it, her sixteenth birthday is coming up soon. Man, has she grown. It felt just like yesterday she was up to my hip. Now, we've become best of friends. She has tried to convince me many times to enroll with her at school so she wouldn't feel so alone. But I have told her that too many people know about me. More and more anxious students appear in the empty freezer. About after the fifteenth group, I did less and ended up not showing up at all. I mostly hang around the tree's outside and hide within the library. It's a hard job to be a ghost.

Emily would like to read a book like this. By her side, there lay several books she saved for her. Come to think of it, her sixteenth birthday is coming up soon. Man, has she grown. It felt just like yesterday she was up to my hip. Now, we've become best of friends. She has tried to convince me many times to enroll with her at school so she wouldn't feel so alone. But I have told her that too many people know about me. More and more anxious students appear in the empty freezer. About after the fifteenth group, I did less and ended up not showing up at all. I mostly hang around the tree's outside and hide within the library. It's a hard job to be a ghost.

The moon is full and fills the room with a white glow. Wisp's knees fidget and her toes crinkle as she continues to look outside. I can't wait till Jack comes back. He always tells me the craziest stories while I tell him, well, not as enjoyable ones. I get tired of doing the same old things. It's either scary or reading, and I'm already over one of those things. She pressed her head against the window. Just something new would be nice. It could be anything! A dragon in the basement of the school? Lost treasure? Maybe a new playground for me to play on. The one this school has is so old and broken down.

A large door slams shut, making her jump. She cocked her head over to where the sound echoed. What? Is someone trying to scare the ghost or something? Trying to provoke me maybe? She lightly set the book down on Emily's pile and slowly got up. She hovers towards the door and popped her head through the door, looking from right to left. No jittery kids, just emptiness. The kind of emptiness I would create... or I used to.

I know I'm not alone in this school. There are tons of other ghosts... but many have steered clear of me... even when I try to befriend them. Is this their way of coming out to me? Perhaps. But I don't like it. Why don't they just say 'Hi! My name is so-and-so and I would like to bla-bla-bla' like a normal... ghost?

She phased through the door and took another good look around. It could have been the wind. She shrugged it off and return to her ledge. I shouldn't think too into it. I'm over thinking it. Yea... That's it- "... Where's my books?" She search high and low. "The heck? This is my spot." She said, picking her shoes up.

"You mean these?" Said a voice along with the sound of fluttering pages.

She quickly turned around. "Jack!" She sprang up at him. "You're here early!" Wisp readily reached for her books.

"Ah, ah, ah." He said using his height. "What's the magic word?"

Her eyes rolled and she managed to snatch one of the books. "Abracadabra." she said with a wicked smile on her face, her book tight in her arms as she floated about in the air.

"I'm going to let that slide this time, Wisp." He said with a chuckle as he held up another book.

Wisp lightly gasped. "That one is for Emily."

He flipped through the pages. "What about me? Don't I get a book?"

Wisp rolled her eyes once more. "Maybe if you ever pick a book up, maybe I'll suggest you some."

He smiled and looked around as he started dropping books, Wisp catching each one. "I bet you've read every book in this place... twice."

"No... I've already read about a thousand. Plus, the librarian always brings in new material." Wisp gave a slight hum as she set the books down. "Jack, it's like dipping into new words. Living other people's lives. Without feeling the physical pain." She looked out the window where the snowflakes floated down. "A way for me to visit places that you have, without leaving here."

"Well.. Why don't you?"

Wisp stopped floating and fell silent quickly. "I'm not a guardian like you, Jack. I'm a ghost. I'm attached to this town. I'll never see the outside world again. The furthest I can go is to pass on. . . And I'm not ready for that."

"Then what's holding you back?"

She cocked a brow. "What do you think? I gotta find out who killed me."

Jack's eyes widened. "Are you serious?"

"Yea," She flipped around in the air to set her eyes on him. "It's not like he can do anything to me now... right?"

"You... got a point." He said looking slightly away. Jack was never fond of being reminded that Wisp was a ghost.

"Well... Why are you here so early?" She said changing the subject. "It feels like you come earlier every year."

He stiffened. "The weather can't stay the same all the time."

"You know," She floated down and tiptoed on top of the bookcase. "If you keep this up, it'll be snowing in the summer." She lightly laughed.

"I won't let that happen." He then smirked. "Yet." He watched her carefully. "So what have you been up to Miss Wisp?"

"Oh, you know.. The usual. Nothing too exciting-" She paused. "Well, actually. I had an odd experience."

"Do tell." He said as an eager school girl. Laying down as he floated in the air.

"Well, I felt as if a ghost visited me. It was so strange. I know there are others here, but they never come out."

"Maybe they noticed how nice you really are." He smiled.

A warm blush covered her cheeks. "You'd think that, wouldn't you?" she let out a heavy sigh. "It didn't feel like it was a nice being. I mean.. For all I know, It could be the wind. But in all honesty, I'm really confused."

"Why don't I stay here with you for the rest of the night. Maybe we could do some ghost hunting." He pointed his staff around like a Ghostbusters vacuum and made funny suctioning noises.

She smiled. "You and Petter-Pan must be the best of friends."

He stopped and looked at her questionably. "Petter who?"

Wisp laughed. "Just another kid who never grows up." After a while, she pressed her lips together and an idea sprung. "Here." She floated about the library looking for a book. "Time to brush up on your fictiona- . . History." She said, grabbing a book about the boy who lives forever. "Say.. Since you're real, so are mermaids, dragons, and witches too... right?" She asked as she tossed him a narrow looking book.

He quickly caught it with his free hand. "Sure, I just don't get acquainted with them."

Her jaw nearly hit the floor. Why had she not asked him about this sooner? "Woah.. So these books could be real." She now thought heavily. "Woah..."

"Now, I know I'm not a big book reader, but a lot of these tales are written by mortals. Whom I remind you that know not much about my kind."

She looked up at him. "You got a point..." Wisp's shortly lived dreams shattered. She then floated up and grabbed the books once more. "So besides you and your Saviors-"

"Guardians."

"Right, right... Your Guardians, who else do you know?" She said, plopping down beside her large book pile. She pressed her back up against the cold window.

He sat on the other side of the book pile, mimicking Wisp's actions. "Well, most of the mythological creatures are alive along with..." He paused, awaiting the thousands of questions to poor out of little Wisp's mouth.. But it was silent. "Wisp?" He said, leaning over to see her, asleep. He gave a small smile. "Guess I'll have to have an earful tomorrow." He happily sighed.


I do not own 'Rise of the Guardians' franchise. This is a fan-fiction that was based on a recent dream. The only characters I own is: Wisp, Emily, Angel, Elizabeth, and Sammy.