Rise of the Guardians

Wow, I couldn't believe it. Someone really read my Story for once. So, I made the second chapter and began already the third...

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~Soulkeeper16


Chapter 2

1968; Easter

Jack flew over a little town in Germany. He was currently enjoying the low breeze. That should change in the very next moment.

Jack didn't know what hit him, but he was falling very fast to earth. His staff had been knocked out of his grasp. He hit the ground and could already feel the slight bruises. A groan escaped his lips.

"What have we there? I see… some dirty winter sprite." The voice was high and female, a voice he wouldn't ever forget again. When he saw into the face of his attacker, he saw a girly face with yellow eyes and blond hair, which fell down by the girl's sides in waves.

"If you didn't know me yet, I'm Summer Heat, high spirit of summer." The summer spirit told him.

Jack was unsure how to react. He hardly met any other spirits, than a few of the winter spirits. " What are you doing here?" he questioned. "You have to go." Jack gave her a dumbfounded look. Then he laughed. "You can't be serious. I mean, it isn't summer, even spring!" "So YOU think! But I can do what I want! I have the power to blast your low ass from this world! I hate winter, so I hate people like you!" Now Jack was angry, so was Summer.

They were facing each other with murderous expressions. "I don't want to fight." Said Jack, but his words fell on deaf ears. Summer leaped forward, ready to cut him with one of her swords. (She has two ninja-like swords). Jack blocked her attack and was thrown back a little. They continued to fight till they were worn out. Both spirits were facing each other, exhaustion written on their faces.

Suddenly, a wicked grin spread over Summer's face. Jack had a horrible feeling from this expression. Something was very wrong with her. "I heard you liked the little kids in this town, 'cause they seem to like your snow. They should choose better a warmer season. Winter could lead to their death." Sneered the summer spirit. Jack was shocked. She didn't attend to murder a kid, did she?

He wasn't aware of Summer who sneeked up to him and snatched his staff in a swift motion. Then he noticed it. "Summer, give me my staff, please."

"No."

"Give. It. Back."

"If you want it so badly…"

She said it in a sickly sweet voice. Then she broke it in half. The pain was really bad, but the loss of his control over all of his powers was worse. He screamed and fell to his knees. She tossed him over his now broken staff. Then she flew into town. He wanted to follow here, but blacked out from exhaustion and pain.


"Wake up, sleepy head. I'd like to show you something you won't forget."

Jack groaned and opened his eyes. He regret it immediately.

Summer was standing over him, eyes gleaming with some sort of insane joy. Behind her, tied on a tree was a little girl maybe eight years old. She was shaking in fear and looked directly at Jack. At him, not trough. Someone who believed at him. "You're right, Jack. It is your only believer. And she will be your last for what I have in mind for her.

He wanted to help this girl, but he noticed that his hands were bound together and so were his legs. Summer, at the time, was summoning a fire ball which she shot at the kid. It hit her at the leg and she screamed. Jack was now shouting at Summer.

"What are you doing? This is completely insane! Stop it!" It fell on deaf ears, again. The female spirit summoned a second one and shot it again. It hit dead on, square at the chest. The girl hung in the chains by now.

Jack was beyond anger now. He could feel his power radiate from him and the rope that bound his hands and legs together was destroyed from it. He stood up and shot an ice blast at her. She dodget it, surprised from his come back. They fought a second time this day until evening, when Jack made a last furious blow at her. She was hit badly and got a nasty cut on her side. Summer was nervous and flew away.

The winter spirit calmed down and ran to the girl to let her free. When the chains were destroyed, she fell into his arms. He knelt down and she looked at him with sad brown eyes. A tear streamed down her face. "I'm sorry." It was all, he could say. He began to cry silently. "I'm Laurel." The girl whispered. "I'm…glad…that I could have…met you…" She closed her eyes and breathed the last time in her life.

Jack gave a scream of agony and around him, a blizzard was starting.