: Hello guys. It's been what? Three years? I'm very sorry I neglected this one. I just remembered that I have this, you know? And then somehow, someone reviewed and just. I just watched Rise of the guardians again. And after loving Loki, ZoSan, BakuDeku and now Klance, I neglected Jack. It wasn't his fault. I just needed to move away from sad things since I already been having it on my life?
Pathetic excuse since there was a time I almost completed all Loki fanfics out there. But that was when I was studying. Now I'm working and everything is just...
Anyways, I can't promise I can stay and update this. And I'm really grateful that people are still out there giving reviews on the only thing I published here. Thank you so much for reminding of my love for my baby frost. I don't know if all writers do this but I generally just based my lead character's thoughts to mine and somehow realizing that is depressing. Anyways, I would like to have a flashback right now after Jack woke up in the pond. Grammar and tenses might be incorrect. I'm sorry but I don't write that much for the last three years or even read.. Or draw.. Anyways, here it is.
Chapter 17
"Mother. Why does no one sees me?" Jack asked. It's only been five years when he started living with Mother Nature.
She seeked him out after she felt his presence. Even though his presence doesn't exactly match any of her spirits. She just shrugs and went to go and get him.
Old man has already killed seven of her child. She wouldn't let him do it again.
She got there as fast as she could seeing the child looking lost.
"Others see you, Jack. You just went out and saw the Groundhog, right?" she said. What a peculiar thing to ask? She thought.
"No, no, no, no." Jack shook his head. "I mean the children can't see me. And I'm playing with them." he sound dejected.
"Why would you need that?" MN asked. She knew that most seasonal spirits prefer to be not seen by mortals since mortal normally get in their way if they did.
Well, she thought. Normally her spirits have their memories with them, too. It's quite odd that someone who doesn't give the same presence also doesn't have his memories.
"I mean," Jack stopped. Seemingly embarrassed now by the way he fidgets with his staff.
"Don't you wanna be seen, too?" he reluctantly ask.
She thought about it. Not that mortals can't see her. They can but she preferred not to be seen. That's why she created a spell and thought it to all her children.
Mortals have short life span. They won't be there for long and she know how hard it is to be the one who always gets left behind.
She never wanted that for her children.
"Jack, we, seasonal spirits, will only have a hard time when people see us." She explained briefly.
She wished that would be enough. That that would make her son think twice than to get close to mortals.
Maybe I shouldn't want to be seen then.
But Jack never does what he was expected. Never quite fit in and just go with how things were.
She didn't know that he became attached to this mortal girl. That he always look after her.
Like how he was there when the girl lost her mother.
Like how he was so delighted to see that the girl now has her own child.
Like how he was so devastated when she lost a child due to miscarriage.
Like how he wanted to help her get through with every problem she encountered.
How he never wanted to leave her side.
How he was so ruined when she did that he didn't know what to do.
How he thought no one knows her morr than him and asked MIM every night why she never saw him.
How she always call for her brother with the same name as him.
MN never knew any of that.
No one knew any of that.
So when the first calamity strike, she thought he'll get through it. They'll get through it.
After twenty years under her and Pitch's care, she knew that she thought him all he needed to know to survive out there.
She thought him spells and Pitch thought him how to fight. They lived a great life where every day Jack has a lesson and go outside at night to do his job.
She was busy but she knew her father loves her kid and he was taken care of.
Twenty years passed by and for immorals, it was like a week or so.
Sadly, Jack never quite fit the bill like any other immortals.
It didn't felt like a week for him.
It didn't felt like everyday was the same when he's with her.
And it didn't feel like everyday will be the same now that's she gone.
Jack knew that he was not the brother she was calling out for.
Knew that he was never the one she talks about every night to her daughter.
Knew that after all these years she's getting older and older.
"I wonder what she's doing." Jack asked no one in particular.
After losing her son, she takes care of her daughter so much more. Even though Jack didn't like how her husband treated her like she was his maid or nanny for his child. The guy didn't even bat his eyes when he lost his son.
Jack thought of this going with his training with Pitch. Easily moving and avoiding Pitch's attacks.
"Kid, you're not focusing enough. I can hurt you, you know" Pitch reprimanded. He knew the kid's been out of it for a decade now. But it never interfered with their training so he never asked about it.
The kid's getting better. Pitch thought in amaze.
"Oh, grandpa. Scared I'll defeat you even without giving my all?" Jack chuckled and went on the offensive.
Pitch grunted and chuckled. "You need to add a couple more years for that, brat"
"Gee, never seen anyone who boast about being old that much" Jack went to kick Pitch but Pitch just side step him and knocked him to the ground.
"Clearly you haven't met Old time" Pitch said offering his hand to Jack.
Jack accepted it and pulled himself up.
"Your form is good but when you went to attack your defense just shatters, Jack. You have to learn to attack and defend yourself at the same time" Pitch lectured.
"I know that. But it's quite hard to do. You say that but you're not really helping me. Tell me how?" Jack admitted, frustrated with himself.
Pitch scratched his head. He had years of practised and somehow he forgot how he did it in the first play. He wasn't talented. He just had the time and now it just felt like a normal thing to do. Having nightmares around you all the time does that.
"Well, it's like talking while walking. You just do it, kid" he said nonchalantly.
Jack sighed, "Great help" and he dismissed himself.
I guess I just wasn't good enough.
A/N: And that's it. Sorry it's short but I know I've written the chapter that was supposed to take place after chapter 16 and bever gotten to publish it. And you may noticed I jumped a lot. That's years of not reading and writing. Though I don't know if I improved? I reread my story from chapter one and I know I jumped a lot. Never really gone explaining the venue of the scenarios. I don't really do gestured well. I guess what I really want to write are the thoughts and dialogs but that's hard to write and enjoy personally speaking if I read it.
Sorry for popping and dropping this.. Something of a chapter out of nowhere.
Thank you for reading. I appreciate it so much.