OMG! I post a new chapter for all who read it. i must be mad. So, this isn't as sad as the last one. I know it's short but what do you expect from someone who don't speak english as his own language?
Enough of that!
I wanted to say thanks to Kitten at BB for her Review.
Disclaimer for the entire Story: I don't own RotG, sadly, and it is owned from dreamworks only.
So, on with the Story!
Jack knelt before a newly made grave. He made it for the little girl, after he calmed down and the blizzard was stopped. His staff was fixed and laid not far away.
Suddenly, a rabbit hole appeared a few feet away from him and two rabbit ears could be seen. Then, the rabbit hopped out of it. He had grey fur and long ears. His green eyes glittered angrily at Jack.
"Hey, you! What do you think to make a damn blizzard at Easter! Did you know that it cost me some of my believers?" He walked to him and punched Jack, so he fell on the ground. It hurt, but he couldn't bring himself to fight back, because the bunny was right. He made a mess, because his feelings had gone out of hand.
"Please, let me explain, I didn't mean to-"
"Yes, right! You damn winter spirits do nothing more than bring death! We would be better without you all!"
With this he disappeared in his hole again, leaving a red flower and a very distressed spirit behind. Jack picked up the flower and laid it on the grave. Then he flew back to his pond in Burgess.
It was midnight and Jack was sleeping on a tree's branch, when he heard someone nearby approaching. His eyes snapped open and he looked around. Suddenly, a voice spoke behind him.
"Are you looking for me?"
He spun around and saw a cloaked figure standing there. Unluckily for him, the movement let him fall down from the tree and he gave a surprised yelp. The stranger laughed, but it wasn't an evil one.
"So you're Jack Frost, huh? I heard a bit about you."
"Who are you?"
"Where are my manners. I'm Akira Fallecimiento. Others think I were father death. How difficult is it to see the difference!"
"And that might be?"
Akira gave him an I-don't-believe-it-look.
"First, he was my mentor and second he retired some fifty years ago!"
Jack nodded in understanding. Some sprites still thought him to be Jokul Frosti, but they had nearly nothing in common. "Why are you here?"
"Ah, yes. I thought about it long ago, but now it's clear. I want you to be one of my assistants. This job is very dull to do it alone. So what do you say'?" Jack didn't know what to say. Nobody had ever offered something like this to him. So he hadn't long to think and a spark of hope for company in his immortal life sparked alive.
"Yes, I will help you."
Akira grinned widely and held his scythe- he was wearing it all the time- over his head. He began speaking the oath.
"Do you swear to do your duty as an assistant of mine with care and do you wish to protect and help the innocent souls of all kids who can't move on from themselves?"
Jack didn't hesitate to answer.
"Yes, I do."
"So you will be from now one an angel of death, the second in row after me and your scythe may be like ice to your foes."
A tingling feeling raced down his back and he turned his head to see a pair of snowy white wings between his shoulder blades. He now held a silver scythe with an icy glow surrounding the new weapon.
"One moment, please. Where is my staff?" The other teen chuckled. "No worries, it'll appear at your will. You just have to think about it."
Jack tried it out and succeeded. Then, Akira explained him his new job.
At the morning twilight, he flew away on his own raven coloured wings. Since then, he did his job to spread winter and all the other duties he had to do.
