Hey I wanted to thank you all for you support during this hard time in my family. It really means a lot to me to know even though you have no idea who I am, you are still praying. Thanks for that.
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also, Happy New Years!
okay I had to think about what song was to be next and I picked:
"Faint" by Linkin Park.
I love Linkin park if you haven't noticed.
Elsa plummeted to the ground, wind howling in her ears along with the cries of Nightmares.
She couldn't control her flying, she was headed straight for a patch of trees.
Trees with really sharp branches that seemed to be reaching out to stab her.
Elsa screamed and couldn't think for about three seconds.
When her brain kicked in again, Elsa reached up and covered her face with her arms, snapping her eyes shut tight.
She didn't want to see what was about to happen to her.
She only thought about trying to fly again after she had gotten cut and scratched by the trees.
Elsa could feel twigs digging into her skin and pine needles getting tangled in her hair. She nearly got her eye poked out by trying to open them and get her bearings.
The trees seemed to play catches with her, one moment she was breaking through one tree the next she was crashing into another. After twisting around so much, Elsa had somehow ended up on her back, eyes glancing just flashes of whites, browns, and greens.
She landed hard on her butt under the shade of a particularly large tree.
"uuuuuggg," she groaned as she rubbed her head, pulling away some pine needles and fistfuls of platinum blonde hair.
Elsa looked up and saw the wreckage of broken branches and flayed pieces of bark above her. The descent looked as bad as it felt.
Looking down at herself, Elsa checked the damage.
She had many lacerations on her arms and legs, most of her hair had been ripped out of her skull, on top of that her drees was torn and she was missing a shoe.
Elsa sat up with difficulty, somewhat upset about her dress. She had Died in it after all.
"Forget it, I can fix it later." Elsa muttered, she had more important things to worry about.
Like fearlings for example.
Elsa looked fearfully up at the sky, she could see the Nightmares dancing around in the cold mountain air but they weren't coming for her.
Elsa's eyebrows knit. Why weren't they coming? Did they lose track of her when she fell?
Elsa stepped back into the shadow of the trees, keeping out of sight of the sky.
"I guess I'll be walking from here."
One Nightmare reared back and saw her. It gave a loud cry and flew toward Elsa.
"Or running!" She dashed into the words. Suddenly it seemed more like a sanctuary than a torturer.
Jack had moved on, he didn't want to be anywhere near the blood bath he had created.
He foot had stopped bleeding but little bits of rock and dirt were embedded in it. It was very painful to walk but he trudged on.
Despite not having the cold bother him, Jack shivered.
What was wrong with him? Why was he acting this way all of a sudden?
It had to be Pitch's fault but how could he be sure. With they way things were going, the Moon might have well possessed him.
The Moon...
Jack glanced up and saw through the prison bars of the tree branches. The Moon shown brightly, but it was only a tiny sliver, tomorrow it wouldn't even be in the sky.
Jack felt hatred and anger bubble up inside him. He had become quite familiar with those two emotions. It was all he seemed to feel nowadays.
Jack—turning his back on the Moon—sat underneath a tree's shadow. There was a imprint in the snow where he was sitting but he couldn't figure out why. No one was there but him right?
Glancing up, Jack saw that the tree above him was pretty much shredded. Branches were broken and there were pieces of pale hair and blue clothe hanging on some of them.
Jack stood up and thought about investigating but he only ended up sitting back down. It had nothing to do with him and whoever did it seemed long gone.
Jack just looked out from his dark patch at the glistening snow before him.
The light seemed to crawl toward the winter spirit, as if it were looking of Jack.
Well, forget it, Jack thought, I'm don't need you protecting me, not like you ever did that in the first place!
Jack straightened. There it was agin. That anger that wasn't his own but was at the same time.
He took a deep breath and thought. Jamie had once shown him a book. He didn't remember what it was called, The Thirsty Games? Catching Embers? Jack only knew that the one Jamie showed him was, like, Mockingbird or something.
"you should read these books, Jack." Jamie said, "They're really good!"
Jack leaned down closer. "A whole story about kids killing each other? No thank you."
Jamie rolled his eyes, "it's more than that, Jack—"
"Jamie," the librarian poked her head around the corner, "no talking in the library."
Jamie smiled bashfully, "sorry..."
the librarian opened her mouth but paused, looking confused. "Who were you even talking to?"
Jamie giggled "no one."
When the librarian left, Jack and Jamie bursts out laughing, "Did you see the look on her face?!"
Jack shook the memory away. He only remembered the beginning of the book where the main character listed things she knew about herself to keep sane. Things she knew for certain. (What was the characters name? Cactus Evergreen?)
Jack took a deep breath, he didn't remember how the book ended but he though she lost her sibling.
Welcome to the club, Jack though bitterly.
But still he gave it a shot, My name is Jack Frost. I am 314 years old. I died saving my sister. The Moon brought me back. I was alone for 300 years. I am a Guardian of Childhood...
Jack's frown deepened, was he even a guardian anymore?
White hair tumbled about as he shook his head. Did the character list characteristics? Should he?
Jack shrugged, "I've got nothing to lose."
He had taken up the habit of talking to himself again. He used to do it but stopped when it annoyed the guardians.
"I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard." Jack stopped. He had surprised himself by singing. Was it bad when you got surprised by yourself? But Jack just rolled with it. Just to get it out of his system, he sang, "a handful of complaints but I can't help the fact that everyone can see these scares."
"I am what I want you to want, what I want you to feel, but it's like no matter what I do I can't convince you to just believe this is real." that's when Jack noticed he was rapping and he realized the 'you' in his song was the Moon. "So I let go, watching you, turn your back like you always do, face away pretend that I'm not—"
Not what? Not good enough? Not wanted? Jack didn't even know. Just like how he didn't know there was a tiny Nightmare sneaking up on him.
Through gritted teeth, Jack sang words that were true. But he wished they weren't. "But I'll be here 'cause you're all that I've got."
The fearling jumped out at Jack but it didn't hurt him, as soon as it touched his skin it disappeared. But the change was noticeable when Jack felt the anger and hate return.
And no matter how much he wanted to he couldn't hold back the flood of emotions threatening to drown him.
Jack clawed at the snow around him and screamed loudly, "I can't feel the way I did before! Don't turn you back on me, I won't be ignored!"
Jack's voice echoed in the silence. "Time won't heal this damage anymore! Don't turn you back on me, I won't be ignored!"
Jack didn't rap that. He only rapped things that could be taken out of his song. He sang normally what he thought people needed to hear.
He went back to rapping, "I am a little bit insecure, a little unconfident. 'Cause you don't understand I do what I can but sometimes I don't make sense. I am what you never want to say but I never had a doubt."
Jack threw a piece of wood up into the sky! as if he could hit the Moon. "It's like no matter what I do I can't convenes for once just to hear me out. So I let go, watched you, turn your back like you always do. Face away, pretend that I'm not but I'll be here 'cause you're all that I got."
As the chorus returned, Jack stood up and flared hatefully at the deity. "I can't feel the way I did before, don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored! Time won't healthy his damage anymore! Don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored!"
Snow swirled and the wind howled. It was the first time in a long time that his powers responded with his emotions. He didn't know what had been holding them back but Jack let it all loose now.
"NO!" Jack screamed at the sky. He hated his life, he hated the world, and he hated everything. It was all useless trying to get people to like him. Well now they let the storm out and he would make sure they heard the thunder. " HEAR ME OUT NOW! YOU'RE GONNA LISTEN TO ME, LIKE IT OR NOT! RIGHT NOW! HEAR ME OUT NOW! YOU'RE GONNA LISTEN TO ME, LIKE IT OR NOT! RIGHT NOW!"
Spit flew from Jack lips as he cried out at the top of his lungs. But he took a deep breath, the real Jack was trying to calm himself down. He sang softly. "I can't feel the way I did before, don't turn you back on me—"
Seeing the tiny piece of the Moon above made it look like it was going away because it didn't want to hear Jack. That was the last straw and now the freakin haystack was on fire. "I WON'T BE IGNORED!"
The storm swirled more and more, picking up snow and ice from all around.
"I can't feel the way I did before! Don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored! Time won't heal this damage anymore, don't turn you back on me, I won't be ignored!" Jack screamed.
Thinking he would run out of breath by now or at least have a scratchy voice, Jack's body surprised him again and he kept singing, "I can't feel—don't turn you back on me, I won't be ignored!Rime won't heal—don't turn you back on me—"
Jack sank to his knees as the nightmare pour out of him. In a small whisper he finished his song, "I won't be ignored..."
Jack sat there for a minute, swallowing large gulps of air. What was he doing? he wanted to be ignored, it's safer for everyone that way. That's why he came here.
Jack glanced up at the Moon, tears in his eyes. He had felt the Nightmare leave, he knew what it was doing to him. It was harnessing his power, by freaking him out and making him mad and insane. It also scared him so Pitch was getting double the power.
"Please," Jack said in a broken whisper.
The Moon shown brighter to show it was listening but the winter spirit couldn't tell through the tears in his eyes.
"Take them away, at lease for a while. Make everyone safe. I can't handle Pitch Black on my own. Please..."
Knowing exactly what Jack wanted the Moon conceded.
Jack felt an empty sensation come over him and it didn't leave.
He sat there in the snow and knew his powers were gone. For how long he didn't know but he still looked the same so he knew there were some left. Like immortality and invisibility for intense.
What Jack didn't know was that the Moon could simply 'take away' powers. He could give them but he couldn't take them away without killing the spirit. The Moon just put a block up between Jack's powers and the spirit himself. When he wanted them, they would be there but only if he really wanted them.
Of course the Moon didn't feel the need to tell Jack this piece of information.
Jack got up, his legs were wobbly and he was lightheaded. He was making clumsy steps South when something shiny caught his eye.
there was something under one tree branch, and it glowed in the moonlight.
Cautiously limping toward it, Jack reach out to pick it up.
It was a shoe.
Not something he expected to find in the middle of the forest. Jack examined it. It was a small, crystal heel with snowflake markings on it. It was pretty and hand made.
In his dizzy state, Jack just plopped it in his hoodie pocket and continued walking through the forest.
there it is y'all, I have a lot of song ideas for the next couple of chapters including a great plot twist. Hehehehehe I'm excited.
And you guys and give me song requestS. If I think they work I'll put them I to the story but don't be sad if I don't use yours please.
I also have a good song for the ending oh I can't wait!
wow, this is turning more into a radio station than a story.
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(man, that was stereotypical)
(hehe STEREOtypical, music humor)