AN: Hey everyone, sorry for the small disappearance. I may have forgotten my password for a couple days. ha ha ha? Anyways, thank you as always for all your support! -Z
Tooth didn't know what to think. She had invited Jack and Oblivion (that was what he claimed his name to be) to visit the Tooth Palace. She was well aware that the spirit had been there before, but a warm welcome was in order. The couple fairies that had accompanied her to find the spirit of Life and Death had passed along the word, and the moment the two spirits walked in, following Tooth, Oblivion found himself hugged by over a hundred of her fairies.
Toothiana looked over her newest friend, (they were going to be friends, she was going to make sure of that) smiling at the surprise and glee of him… was the spirit male? She noted that it was hard to tell… but she wasn't going to ask. At least, not yet.
"Alright girls, leave them alone." Toothiana laughed fluttering over to them. The fires seemed to have heard that Oblivion created them as she caught some of their murmurings. "Alright, I need five fairies in sector twelve…" Letting her instincts kick in, she waved them off, telling them they could wander around as they please, after all, kids didn't stop loosing teeth, even when she had other things to do.
As she continued her work, she watched the pair. Jack was dragging Oblivion around, laughing happily as they went from exploring to chasing one another. The spirit with white wings was skittish, and she felt the huge pain of guilt eat her from the inside out. How old was this spirit? How long had they existed right beside the Guardians without their knowledge?
She barely noticed when Jack had pulled out his own memories, they placed their hands on the golden canister together.
Jack opened his eyes, panting. He found himself back where it all began, when he first was Jack Frost. He held hands with the real Oblivion, as they watched on. The old Jack Frost was just discovering his powers, when Jack's eyes caught something he never noticed before.
"You were here. At the beginning." Turning to meet Oblivion's eyes, he felt guilt rising. They had been there for his entire life….Jack refused to let this continue, and pushed himself out of the dream, of the memory.
Blinking aware, Jack's eyes fell to Oblivion. They were looking down, seemingly ashamed. Frowning, the winter spirit had a great next stop in mind.
"Come on, let's go find Sandy."
**Rise of the Guardians**
Sanderson Mansnoozie, otherwise known as the Sandman smiled, waving in greeting as two figures approached him. Jack dragged Oblivion along, who was painfully shy, and only waved slightly at the greeting. Around the star, sand reached out, blessing children with dreams, but it was instinct, he didn't have to think about it, and instead devoted his attention to his guests.
Jack had previously mentioned bringing Oblivion around the world, introducing her to spirits around the world. So, the sandman appeared to be the next stop. Jack was busy messing with the sand, showing off all the different forms he could make in the sand, meanwhile Oblivion reached out, forming the image of a bird, fluttering around, singing.
With them occupied, it gave the star a chance to go over what he knew to be true. This spirit, Death, Life, Oblivion, whichever, was older than himself. If she had made Sandy… he was grateful to be able to live on earth instead of in space. But, at the same moment, he wondered how the spirit fell asleep without himself. Faltering, he knew that it was possible, but spirits had a difficult time sleeping, and usually if they needed or wanted to sleep, they would come to Sandy to give them a potion.
Observing the pair, he didn't fail to notice the large bags under their eyes. Even if she looked so happy, the weight of sleep loss was heavy on her. Silently, per usual, he formed up a vial of strong sleep potion, and gave it to Jack while nodding at Oblivion, who was busy laughing her heart out at the different creations.
**Rise of the Guardians**
Aster was happy to open the Warren to Oblivion and Jack. Sure, he knew he was going to regret letting the winter spirit in once more, but the bunny didn't miss how Oblivion clung to their first believer. She was scared to loose him, to let him forget.
The way that the spirit walked around the Warren with a sense of familiarity had the bunny worrying for a moment before pushing it away, not ready to accept the meaning.
"Bunny, you have to let us try your newest recipe." Jack begged, floating a couple inches off the ground in excitement.
"I let ya have one, and now you're just being greedy." Aster narrowed his eyes, but nonetheless motioned for them to follow him to his little cottage. His kitchen smelled heavenly, mainly chocolate, but other scents as well. The other two seemed to think the same, and Aster felt pride grow as he watched them both close their eyes and melt.
While they were bouncing around his kitchen, well Jack was, trying to get Oblivion to fly around the kitchen as well.
"I don't want to make a mess." She argued, and Aster grinned, at least she wasn't a copy of the mischievous winter spirit.
"Looks like one of ya got manners. Here. Go explore, just don't freeze my plants." Shoving a small bag of chocolate into Jack's hands, they left before he could even blink. The pooka shook his head wearily. At least now Jack had someone else to bother than himself.
**Rise of the Guardians**
North was their last stop of the day. The two flew in with a fit of giggles as the Yeti chased after them. Yes both of them, the moment North had returned to the Pole, he got all of his Yeti and Elves to believe in the spirit.
"Hey North! We're just going to explore!" Jack shouted from across the workshop, bringing the dark cloaked spirit with him. North nodded and turned back to his project. With Christmas so far away, he told himself he could spare some time on another project. Holding the cloak up to the light, he noted all the places he needed to improve on it.
He already had a couple of the Yeti draw up a room for Oblivion. He didn't know if she had a place to stay, but his home was always open for his friends. Jack already had a room, he had set it up when Jack had first been announced as a Guardian, well aware the boy was practically homeless. So, when Jack asked him the favor of pulling a room for Oblivion, he didn't hesitate.
It was good to see Jack communicate with someone who still had the mind of a child. Sure North, Bunny, Tooth, and Sandy all knew plenty, but he admitted that Jack was different cause he physically would never be an adult. And, neither would this spirit either. Something that North was thankful for, kindred spirits, literally.
Jack was loving having a new friend. Oblivion was amazing. They were happy to let Jack do most of the talking as they moved through place to place, and Jack didn't mind at all. They came up to the room North had given to Oblivion, and the winter spirit was in charge of moving them in if they wanted it.
"So, I have a room here, for ya know, whenever I'm tired or whatever. To keep my stuff. Stuff like that." Jack shrugged, watching the steel eyes watch his intently. "North set up a room for you too! You don't have to use it but-" Finding himself in another hug, Jack smiled and hugged Oblivion, sharing the comfort. He had gotten used to the looks of pure wonder and disbelief as he showed the spirit around the world, as people took their time out of their day to meet them, or even do something nice.
"I have a home, but… do you think I could keep both?" Pulling Oblivion into the room, he dramatically splayed his arms out.
"Ta da! And I'm sure you can have both. But, if you don't mind me asking, can I see your place?" Curiosity. That was something Jack had always had, he couldn't ignore it. Images of what might be the spirit's home filled his head, ten times more excited than he was a second ago.
"Sure. It isn't anything special. I'll teleport us there." Oblivion reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder, and in a swirl of lights and colors, Jack once more felt solid ground beneath his feet.
Gazing up, Jack was in awe. Little fireflies flew around the room, candles placed periodically. Thousands of pictures were tapped to the walls, shelves displaced hundreds of odd objects, surely they all meant something, at least they meant something to Oblivion. He sadly smiled at a familiar pair of ice skates on the wall, there was a nest of some sort in the corner. There had to be at least twenty different blankets, ten fur pelts, pillows and cushions all over. It was in a cave, but it was so beautiful
"Wow. It's amazing." Jack breathed. As amazing as it was, he was going to have to bring the other Guardians here, they had to know about Oblivion's past. maybe they could decipher some of this.