I DO NOT OWN RISE OF THE GUARDIANS!
Jack's POV
It was dark, that's the first thing we remember.
It was dark, and we were alone, and we were scared.
Then we saw the moon, and we weren't afraid anymore.
I gasp as I float above the ice and I look down to see it freezing over behind me. I land on the ground and slowly steady myself on the slick ice.
Jack
I look around but I don't see anyone so I put it off to my imagination when I notice a staff by my feet. I gently pick it up and examine it before I hear the voice again.
Jack Frost
I look around again and in my fervor I whack the ice I'm standing on with the end of my staff. I gasp as frost shoots out from it in beautiful fernlike patterns. I smile before gently touching the ice again with the same results. Grinning widely I run around, dragging my staff along the top of the lake, covering it in the fernlike frost. As I run I feel myself lift off the ground and look to see myself flying with a trail of snowflakes following behind me as I go. I fly for a moment, climbing higher and higher before I run into a tree. Grunting I climb onto the tree branch before standing in the brilliant light of the full moon.
I stand in silence for a moment until the voice speaks again for the third, and final, time, "You are Jack Frost, the Spirit of Winter."
I look at the moon in awe for a moment before recovering enough to ask a question, "is that you?"
I receive no answer though, just a reassuring flash of light from the moon before it continues its nightly journey across the sky.
~20 years later~
I hadn't changed in the twenty years it has been since that night. Twenty years since that night of waking up under the ice before flying up into the light of the moon. Twenty years in which I stayed the same as the village next to the place of my awakening grew, and changed, and… and lived.
Twenty years where I stayed here, unseen, unheard, untouched, and unchanging.
The only ones to see me were the Guardians and they had no time for an unseen, confused winter spirit. My only friend was the wind and even then many would say that the wind wasn't really able to befriend you but I would argue differently, if they could hear me, for she often laughed as she carried me upon her back, her little frost child.
I liked when she called me that, as if she were my mother.
But today I wasn't going to mope, today instead of moping around my lake, like I usually did in spring and autumn when I wasn't needed to bring snow and fun to the world. Today I was going somewhere new, to see something I had never seen before… maybe even be seen, but I wasn't getting my hopes up. I had been around travelling around the world for twenty years and had yet to meet anyone who could see me… that wanted to anyways.
"Wind!" I yelled, smiling as I climbed to the top of the tallest tree, "take me anywhere!"
A/N: ( o ) _ ( o ) there's people reading this OHMYGOSH! Thanks to everyone who's reviewed and/or followed and/or favorited (is that a word) I truly appreciate it. Here's Chapter 3 for ya and I will post 4 soon... after I finish it. Next time they meet YAY! :)
