The moon looked down at the newest guardian. Jack Frost. She knew him. Knew him well. She remembered that night, that day, that time so long ago, when she had saved him. Saved him from the depths of that lake. Saved him from the saddest fate of all. Saved him from... death. He had just been a boy. An older brother. A child. That day, he had been brave. He had– well, you'll see:
The moon had been watching him for some time. She watched him, as the day before, he had gone to test the strength of the ice. She had watched as the ice had melted in the heat of day. She had been scared for him. Scared for his sister. But it had been day. She had no control over the day. That was the job of the sun. The sun that didn't care if one person died. The earth was full of people, he said. The life of one person insignificant. By the moon, well... lets just say that most people sleep at night. She watched, unable to stop it as the ice cracked around their feet. Heard him say, "We'll play hopscotch, just like we do every day." Saw his face, scared. Saw him silp, fall.
Saw–
The rest was too painful to remember.
But yet he was standing there in the moonlight tonight smiling up at her. "How?" She asked herself. "the same reason North is living in the north pole, and Tooth is collection teeth. Because of me."
The moon remembered that night. That night after he had died. She had risen as a full moon. Rizen with her full strength pointing at the earth. She had grabbed Jack Frost from the depths of the lake. Her moonbeams breathing life into him once more.
Then, later, much later...almost too late she thought, the moon appointed him as a guardian.
She had given him life, given him a purpose.
Now she was preparing to give him friends.
Slowly, she stretched her moonbeams down to the earth. Engulfing everything.
They centered on one building. A mere speck to the ordinary person looking down from that height. But to the moon, and to the guardians, it was a signal. The moon had a message to deliver.