Prologue: Forgotten
His name was Jack Frost. How did he know that? Because the Moon told him so. Jack was an immortal winter spirit and was over 300 years old. During those 300 years, he was alone. His only friend and companion was the Wind and Jack had thought that was the way things would be for the rest of his immortal life.
And then, things changed. Jack was chosen to be the fifth Guardian of Childhood. At first, Jack had declined, but then he slowly found himself beginning to like the Guardians. Sure, they were an odd bunch but after the Battle of the Nightmare King, they became Jack's friends. His family.
Nicholas St. North, Queen Toothiana, E. Aster Bunnymund, and Sanderson Mansnoozie were the other Guardians of Childhood. They were Jack's family, and even though he never said it out loud, he loved them. He cared for them. He didn't want anything to happen to any of them.
Jack's fears had shifted since the Battle of the Nightmare King. His only fear was being forgotten. Being alone. Jack couldn't go through another 300 years of loneliness. Not again.
So, when he was kicked out of North's Workshop that night by the Guardians—his family—he couldn't help but let the tears fall.
Author's Note: What a way to start a story, huh?
Hello, everyone! I'm back! (It's only been one day, but, whatever XD). I'm super excited to get into this story! I already have the first few chapters written. I have been trying to improve my descriptiveness and narration in my writing, and I think it's turned out pretty well, so, yay! =D
Now, this is only the prologue, but I hope this intrigued your interest. Things are going to get interesting, so...get ready. =D
Until the next chapter!
-BeyondTheMoon1203