Thanks to the only 2 people to review, you're awesome, NorthernMage and Queenlaur! A little bit disappointed that there weren't more...but oh well. I can dream :D Anway -
Finally Jack Frost vs. Mother Nature. Hmm I wonder who will win ;D Well, unsurprisingly, I know, but I suggest you find out too. So onwards to reading the stuff that actually matters.
BATTLE
The cool air that soothed his burns, which cleared his mind of the foggy heat quickly dispersed into thunder clouds and the searing warmth of a nearby lightning bolt smashing the ground below him. The grey, rolling and roaring clouds crashed into each other. The lightning that accompanied the storms symphony seemed to come out of no where. It was as if the storm was lashing out with pure livid rage at the terrified victims on the ground under Jack.
"Yep that's dear old Mother. Wind, take me lower. It's time I got involved in this mess."
The Wind battered Jack, pulling him in the opposite direction, worried for its friend's safety.
"Don't worry I'm the king of messes I can handle this," Jack smirked.
The Wind let go of its winter child, making Jack let out a yelp of surprise just as he was caught at the last second.
"Okay I get it you don't like this. Noted and I'm sorry." His face fell as he turned his eyes to the war ahead of him, "this is all my fault." He muttered.
Before him stretched an impossibly wide open field of grass that was peppered with flashes and bursts of magic and the crunch of steel. Their owners were locked together or laying on the ground, moaning in pain or dead…It was known that spirits were immortal, but if killed by another immortal then they would indeed die. There was always a way to bring them back but knowing how to was rare. Even the spirit who had died most likely didn't know. Granted the Guardians were easier, they were tied to children and what they protected in them. Strengthening that belief had obviously been the way to revive Sandy. For other spirits not like the Guardians it was harder. A lot harder, hence the climbing counts of bodies littering the grass.
"JACK FROST!"
Jack sighed and rolled his eyes before casually slinging his staff over his shoulder and waving at Mother Nature.
"Hello Mother. That's a nice look on you. Brings out the best in you."
Said Mother was the exact opposite of nice. She looked terrifying with ripples of lightning in her hair, eyes blazing as fire licked at its edges. The air around her was so thick with horrifying power Jack knew it would feel like you ran into a brick wall. And that is precisely the feeling Jack got when Mother sent a bolt of lightning in his direction. He Flipped to right and stayed air born. The bolt had missed him by only 2cm. The heat was enough to leave him heaving for air and slightly dizzy.
The area around Mother Nature seemed to still as she slowly sauntered over to the spirit of winter. The warriors and battle locked spirits paused and parted for her. The whole war had halted and as if some invisible force was controlling them a ring began to form around the two. Mother Nature and her most powerful winter spirit. Both immortals eyes blazed, one with heat the other with crackling ice.
Jack grounded his feet. He couldn't strike back, no matter what. Mother let out a ferocious and slightly crazy sounding cry and roots shot towards her opponent. Then they were locked in a demonic and deadly dance. Ice froze the roots before they could get too close. The ground suddenly cracked and was thrown into the air as boulders. Jack raced and dodged through the sky, flipping and tumbling until landing right behind Mother Nature. She spun and landed a kick to his chest pushing him back a few steps.
"Mother please stop this! Spirits are dying for no reason. I'm sorry for the trouble I caused. I really am just stop."
"My dear boy you cannot stop this. This," she gestured wildly to the carnage around them, "has been coming for a long time. You troublesome spirits need to understand the consequences of your actions."
"It's not our fault that we have been given these roles. You know about balance. Chaos and order or whatever. It's nature! It's our nature!"
Obviously though Mother was having none of it. Every word Jack said was tossed away. Everyone knew that when Mother Nature was like this, destructive, unleashing the dangerous side of nature, there was no reasoning with her until she had calmed down. Jack also knew that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. It meant he had to go to plan B, tiring her out. He prayed to MIM that he could last that long.
Their battle raged for half an hour. Jack on the defence and Mother Nature attacking him with all she was worth. Lightning struck the ground, rattling Jack's teeth. His leg screamed at him in protest and his healing burns came back in full force. And Mother hadn't even hesitated yet. He just needed a second or two. Just enough to gather what energy he had, like he had when Pitch had killed Sandy.
He rolled away from another root attack, freezing it to the ground then flying over it towards his attacker. Dodging left, left, right, over, left, under and he was getting closer and closer. Jack could feel the freezing power in his core, rippling through him into his staff so that it was channelled. Now it felt controlled he left it fly, hitting Mother Nature in her chest, sending the ancient spirit to the ground. Jack was on top of her, the crook of his staff inches from her button nose, which was lightly splattered with freckles you could only see up close.
"Now listen!" He bellowed.
He barely registered that the person who had spoken was him. His voice cracked with power, sounds of shattering ice and the screaming wind that was billowing around them in a funnel. That was the only thing Mother Nature couldn't command, Wind. Well not his Wind at least. Jack's pupils were almost completely covered by a blue glow. Mother Nature stared at the teen with her now dimmed eyes, this was the deadly winter that people feared. She had almost forgotten just how much power Jack Frost held. It was really a site to behold, one she that surprised her. That in its self said everything. For Mother Nature hadn't been surprise for almost twelve centuries.
A heavy snowfall was burying the grass. The storm clouds swirled overhead. The Wind howled in response to her winter child's emotions. Seething with rage it battered everyone, smacking them around and occasionally ripping grass from its roots. The area around the duelling pair had frozen over completely, the temperature having suddenly dropped drastically. Mother Nature could see her breath plume.
"I'm all ears," she growled, her voice reminding Jack of an erupting volcano.
A portal suddenly opened behind him and out came the Guardians.
When they had located Jack at the main battle field they had been expecting him to be floating around trying to help, negotiate. They had expected the wailing of weapons through the air, cries of war and pain. It was the wind that they heard and only the wind. It was eerie and freezing. Sandy, who usually didn't mind the cold that much, being made from dream sand all, couldn't control the minor shiver that ran up his spine. It was unnerving. What really got their jaws dropping though was seeing Jack Frost hovering over Mother Nature his staff aimed at the others head though he hadn't seemed to notice them.
"Guardians! Help me," Mother Nature said.
Jack whipped around, bewildered and…scared? Sandy couldn't understand why he would be…oh. He was worried they would abandon him again. They had really done themselves in.
"Jack are you alright?" North asked, ignoring Mother Nature.
"I'm all good North. Hey! You're awake." Jack beamed.
North laughed, "How can we help my boy?"
The air around them crackled and snapped with power. Mother Nature shot to her feet and then continued to rise in the air. Her eyes were locked on the Guardians.
"You side with him? Jack Frost is only good for causing trouble! He does not know order. There must be order if we are to survive!"
Tooth fluttered forward her hands facing outward in a surrendering gesture. Whatever the she was about to say though was lost as Mother Nature's own destructive and unreasonable side took hold and sent a surging burst of raw magic straight for her and the other Guardians.
"Tooth!" Jack screamed rocketing forward.
Tooth crouched on the ground, her arms coming up and shielding her face. The blow never came though. She looked up in time to see Jack flying between Mother Nature and the Guardians, his friends, his family…he hoped. It didn't matter though. They were worth saving. No matter how crazy, loud and amazing they were. So that is why when he had seen that blast of magic he had blocked it with his staff. He hadn't known what he was doing, just that he needed to save his family. The staff had absorbed the magic into.
There was silence, no wind, no voice, nothing. Then there was a bone shattering scream. A scream the Guardians would hear ringing in their ears for months. Jack's staff glowed, a mixed hue of blue, white and green before splintering into five or six bits. Its owner, the youngest winter spirit, collapsed onto the ground with a thud still screaming and shaking.
"JACK!" His name was shouted by almost every voice of his family as they rushed to huddle around him.
Bunny scooped the boy into his lap. Tears cascaded down those pale cheeks and Tooth couldn't stop herself from wiping them away even though more just replaced them.
"Frostbite? Can ya hear me? You're gonna be okay. Oh god Jack? Jackie?"
North placed one hand on Bunny's shoulder and the other was rubbing the top of Jack's head. The man was muttering comforting words in Russian. Sandy had gathered the remains of Jack's staff. When he was finished he brandished his whip as Mother Nature drew near. Hearing her approach Bunny handed Jack to North and stood in front of them, joined by Tooth.
"Do not come any closer to him Mother." Tooth snarled.
Jack whimpered in North's arms and tucked his head into the Cossacks shoulder.
"Da, what did you do to our Jack?" North said.
Mother though was not interested in Jack, but rather his staff. She stood in front of Sandy. Her face grew pale and a hand flew up to cover her mouth, muffling a gasp. It was then that her eyes snapped to the winter boy. No one had noticed yet but Jack's skin was slowly being iced over, forming an almost armour like casing over the boy.
"Mother? Mother Nature! Answer." North bellowed, catching her attention.
When she spoke, her voice was flat, but held so much weight to it, "we are all no longer safe. This war is nothing compared to what is coming."
"And what is coming?" Bunny asked, ears subconsciously tilting back in worry.
"The power of Jack Frost. Jack Frost is coming and he might just destroy us all."
Oh. No. Everybody run and hide (not you though my readers, hopefully) here comes Jack Frost and he is not going to be happy. Stay tuned :D (and review, pretty please)
