Chapter 4

Disclaimer: If I did own it, why would I write fanfiction about it when I could make it real?

Author's note: OMG! Thank you, AP-Production and Aryllbrown, for being my follower! By the way, this is after Jackie dies. Why? Because we all already know what happened.


"The meeting shall commence!" Mother Nature shouted. All whispering dies down. "As we all know, this Jack Frost has been ruining winter!" Mother Nature paced back and forth in front of a huge audience of spirits. "He has been disrupting the balance of nature! He refuses to make blizzards, he doesn't make it cold enough for sickness, only makes snow days, and overall, made winter have the least deaths among all of the seasons!" Mother Nature then glared at everyone.

Everyone knew that in life, there has to be balance. There can't be love without hate, cold without heat, good without bad. And most importantly, if there is to be life, there has to be death. And since there hasn't been any winter related deaths or illnesses since Jack Frost came, the balance has been disrupted. Animals and humans would overpopulate, and then nature would be destroyed. Well, not yet. To be honest, the humans kill each other anyway.

"So, in order to maintain nature, I will send a blizzard to North America, a couple days before Easter. Jack has no say over anything that happens in the other seasons, so we will use that to our advantage. After one day, all of the snow will be gone so that Easter and spring won't be ruined. Understand?" An autumn spirit with auburn hair raised her hand.

"What will we do if Frost does interfere?" she asked. Mother Nature smirked.

"Well, the storm cloud only obeys me. All Frost will be able to do is to delay it. And if he does, then the snow blizzard will come exactly on Easter. If a certain Guardian sees him at the supposedly scene of the crime, then he will suspect Frost and declare him as an outcast. And it doesn't help that Frost is the only winter spirit in existence." All of the spirits grinned maliciously. They all hated him.

He laughed all the time, his blue eyes lighting up maliciously. His smile was innocent, but it hid the devil. He tricked them, manipulated them to fall for his tortures. He abused his power as the Spirit of Winter, making the children have fun. He acted like he was the second coming of Nightlight, when he's less than three hundred years old.

They outcasted him, and with the support of the Guardians, he will be an outcast forever.


"I'm sorry!" Jack cried out. Bunnymund stood there, seething in anger. How dare this miscreant beg for forgiveness after ruining Easter? How dare he! Bunnymund raised his hand and hit Jack, a smacking sound soon followed.

Jack wanted to cry. He sensed the blizzard coming and tried to stop it. But for some reason, it kept charging towards North America, relentlessly and cruelly. Jack managed to lessen it a bit, and delay it to give everyone a warning, but the blizzard just had to come on Easter. And now Jack was blamed by E. Aster Bunnymund.

He clutched his stinging cheek as he flew away. He was done. All he did was to play a few harmless pranks, which occasionally consisted of moving furniture six inches to the left and then laughing as the spirits tripped over everything, and then the entire spirit community was against him. They yelled at him for playing the pranks, making winter a bit safer, and even for talking.

Maybe it would be different if they knew he was Nightlight. Nightlight was Man in Moon's guardian during the Golden Age, and everyone respected him. But now, he was being treated like dirt. He could tell everyone that he was Nightlight, but no one would believe him. No one ever did believe anything he said.

He wanted to just be gone. None of the children believed in him, all of the spirits were against him, and he didn't even remember what happened after he was Nightlight and before he was Jack Frost. Not only that, but MiM was ignoring him as well.

No one would miss him, except for himself. No one would cry for him, and no one will remember him. They'll remember Nightlight, but never Jack Frost.

Jack Frost was useless. Jack Frost was pathetic. Jack Frost was nothing more than a bump in life. With these thoughts, Jack cut himself on the wrists, not for the first, or last time.