This one, i might actually go back and finish at some point. If i do, i will let you know. (either way if someone wants to use this as a prompt, please do.)

#5

It had been eon's since the Death had come. Since Jack Frost had been freed of his oath as a Guardian so that he could survive it.

He had survived it, just. With a lot of help from the man in the moon and mother nature. Mim was now his best friend and closest confidant, Mother Nature...well they essentially did the same thing now, they were two parts of the whole.

In the Billions of years since the last life died and the Guardians faded from lack of belief, Jack had reshaped the world. Together he and Mother Nature had revived the Pookan race, and the Human race. Now they shared the planet called Earth.

Jack grinned a little to himself as he watched the reincarnation of an old friend practice with his boomerang. What Aster would have said to the Pookans and Humans alike worshiping Jack and Mother Nature as gods, he had no idea.

But with the revival of life came the revival of fear, and E. Aster Bunnymund was not the only past immortal to be reborn. Pitch was slowly regaining strength and power, it was a good thing Sandy had already been around for a long time, had rediscovered the power of the Sands with the help of Jack and Mim.

Jack knew that as much as he wanted to, he could never be a Guardian again. He had spent too long alone, with only the wind for company. And no matter how you looked at it 16 Billion years was far longer than 300. He had almost lost sight of his centre too many times. He was too old, what he wanted now was rest.

But Mim seemed reluctant, and despite everything had been nudging Jack ever towards Guardianship again. He would be the eldest this time, instead of the youngest.

Jack thought it would get plain weird, ever since the death he had worn a heavy cloak and hood, ice had formed down his front to look like a beard, and when no one could see his face to prove otherwise. They had called him 'Father Frost', 'Old Man Winter'. The name Jack Frost had long been forgotten.

"I'm going to give them their memories, at least enough for them to know you."

Mim was dragging the skeleton from the closet once again.

"Why? They don't need to know me. I am not a Guardian any more."

It was an old conversation, that they had had over millennia. Mim sighed.

"Jack, whatever else you may be you are a Guardian. And oath or no, you never stopped."

Jack was inclined to agree with this, though he would never tell Mim so. But what made him stop from the witty remark he had on the tip of his tongue was Mim's next words.

"I have already told Sanderson that he was not the first that I chose. When the time is right Jack, you will fight beside them again."

Mim had already told Sandy? Well that was just great.

Even now as he watched the young Pooka warrior practice his drill, Jack remembered the horror as he watched him die. When the Guardians had faded, leaving only him, alone again.

Being believed in as a deity meant a number of things, one of which was being seen and being able to choose who saw him. It was nice, once there were actual sentient lifeforms for him to show himself too.

The young Bunnymund was getting closer to the rock outcrop Jack was perched on, Mim had said it was time he was given his Guardianship, be made as much a spirit as a being of flesh and blood.

Standing up from his comfortable crouch Jack let himself be seen by a young, inexperienced E. Aster Bunnymund.

Still the Pooka did not notice him, Jack shook his head to himself, his old friend would have wept at such a lax attitude to one's surroundings.

"E. Aster Bunnymund!" Jack called, well the subtle approach wasn't working, and in the fading light of dusk he doubted that it would.

Jack wished he had a camera, he wished that camera's still existed or had been reinvented because Bunny's face was priceless and jack had to control himself more than ever to stop himself laughing. It would not do to have the Spirit, no God of Winter laughing like a teenager.

He looked just like the old Guardian of Hope, if a little younger and Jack went from trying not to laugh to trying not to cry in the space of a heartbeat.

"Who are you? What da' ya' want?" As Bunny became more nervous his accent became stronger. The Warren was always in Australia, or the equivalent considering that Jacks many temper tantrums over the eon's had shifted the landmasses more often than he could count.

"I am Winter, I want to talk to you."

Bunny's reaction changed so swiftly from angry and defensive to servile and anxious it made Jack stomach role. Were they really so afraid of him? He hated fear.

"Do not be afraid of me Bunnymund, I came to ask your help."

The large Pooka's ears twitched and he straightened.

Under his hood Jack allowed himself to smile, he needed to smile more often he thought. Especially since he had finally given in to Mim, he would return to being a Guardian, though only officially when the others were all assembled.

"Why would Winter need my help?"

"Because the darkness is rising, and with it comes fear. You have something that can help fight that fear."

"Oh yeah? And what would that be?"

So like Bunny to be defensive, though to be fair Jack was letting himself have way too much fun being cryptic.

"Hope."

"Hope? Really? That all?"

"Well, the warrior training might come in handy. But it is the Hope that you can give that will make you strong against the fear. You are the Guardian of Hope."

It was well known across the globe that Sanderson Mansnoozie was the Guardian of Dreams. That the Man in the Moon was the Guardian of Wishes and the first. People were slowly recognising Jack or 'Father Frost' as a Guardian too, though what of no one really knew. Bunny was therefore very aware of the honor that he was being given. Chosen as the Guardian of Hope.

"M-Me?"

"I don't see anyone else around."

"Bu-But, why?"

"Because you always have Hope, that is your centre. It is going to be needed in the coming war."

"War? Now hang on you never said anything about war."

"Well, there's going to be fighting involved, and a lot of death. I would say that is war. You can help though, you can give people Hope for an end."

Bunny was still shocked, Jack could see that, but he also saw the beginnings of the warrior. Slowly Jack watched as a Bunny he was far more familiar with rose to the surface.

"What hav' I gotta do?"

"Don't give up. As simple as that really, no matter how bad things get, do not give up. Your magic is already growing when you need it, it will come."

Jack had passed his message on, but seeing his old friend, who wasn't his friend hurt too much, right to his centre. Jack leapt up into the air running from the past and a future that could only hurt him.

"Oi! Were're ya' goin'."

"You have what you need, I cannot fight in this battle. Good luck."

With that Jack left the young, confused and proud Pookan warrior in the southern outback.

Mim had talked to Sandy directly, the other Guardians he was leaving to Jack.

The second meeting was Tooth, the war with the dark had been raging for 200 years. Bunny had risen as the greatest General of the people a true beacon of hope in the ever encroaching darkness. People had started to forget what the light had been like.

It was time for them to remember.

There she was, or rather, she wasn't. The young indian girl dancing in the courtyard of her families home. Though already Jack could see the changes, feathers slowly poking out through her thick black hair and the slight lump on her back where wings were starting to form.

The dark brown eyes had long ago given way to violet.

Jack blinked and shook himself, it would not do to cry in front of the new Guardian.

"Toothiana."

The girl, young woman really, stopped her giddying twirls and stumbled to a halt as Jack allowed himself to appear from the cold in front of her.

"Father Frost."It was no more than a whisper, but it was enough to make Jack smile. She still had that wonderful tendency to flutter when she was nervous, her bird like nature comming to the fore.

"Hello Toothiana, I come with a message from the Moon."

"T-Th-The Moon?"

Underneath his hood, where she could not see him Jack was smiling.

"Yes, a new Guardian is needed. You have the right centre. You have been chosen to guard Memory."

"What!?" The girls shriek echoed in the empty space of the courtyard.

Jack was desperately trying not to laugh. It would not do to laugh in front of her, not yet.

"B-But I'm nothing special! I shouldn't be a Guardian."

"You are very special, Toothiana, or have you not noticed the changes in yourself?"

The girls hand flew to her hair, the blue and green iridescent plumage showing through.