The Last Guardian: Jack Frost

Author's Note:

Hey guys!

I've recently got a new worktable and I've been itching to write something since I got it. So I decided to rewrite this story since my writing skills have improved a lot since I last wrote this story. The story is now told in first person instead of third person, so do let me know if your prefer third person or first person, so that I can write my future stories accordingly.

I would like to add that I'm already working on the next chapter for the follow up to this story, The War for Earth. If you did not know that I have already written the follow up, do go ahead and read it.

Also, I will rewrite the epilogue at a later time, so stay tuned for that. For now, enjoy the rewrite of this story

"Once, mankind accepted a simple truth: that they were not alone in this universe. Some worlds man believed home to their gods. Others they knew to fear. From around the cold and darkness came the Frost Giants, threatening to plunge the mortal world into a new ice age. But humanity would not face this threat alone...

Year 965, Tønsburg, Norway.

"Pippa! Where are you?" I called out. I ran into my house, looking all around for my little sister.

There she was, hiding behind a chair, a small blade grasped tightly in her tiny hands. She was just a little thing, hardly taller than the dining table, but you would never find a young lady as brave as her.

"Jenkins!" She cried back. She ran out from behind the chair, sheathed her knife, and grabbed me in a hug. Her thin arms, not unlike sticks out in the snow fiercely wrapped themselves around my waist. It didn't hurt much, but I can tell that she's getting stronger; the last time she hugged me I could barely feel her.

"Come, we must leave now!" I ordered her as I took one of her little hands into my much larger ones. In one hand I held my beloved sister, in the other my father's sword, a formidable weapon and the only thing he left me when he and my mother died in winter two years ago.

The world is a harsh place; winter takes more lives than the sword ever could. Such is the way of my people. We don't live over thirty; so we must make every second before that fateful day count.

If I can't get me and my sister out of here, we won't have many more seconds left to count.

We ran out into the village. All around us there was screaming; women crying over the all too soon death of a loved one, children weeping over their great suffering, warriors shouting their last battle cry before they are slain. It was overwhelming.

We are raiders. We've seen destruction, a lot of it. It is our lifestyle, death and destruction. It is the only way for us to survive.

But this, I've never seen destruction like this.

These monsters came from nowhere, and now they are everywhere. They only desire to kill and destroy. No amount of begging or gifts can sway them; they have a thirst for blood that just can't seem to be quenched.

"This way!" Pippa cried as she pulled at my arm and pointed at a frozen lake. It was the middle of winter, where the blizzards are strongest; surely the ice will hold our weight.

I followed her to the edge of the lake. When we reached, I looked around, but snow prevented me from seeing much. I had faith in Pippa though, enough to know that from here on out she can keep herself safe.

I let go of her hand and let her run ahead, for she was of a smaller stature and was more nimble than I. I followed behind, weapon always at the ready to protect myself and my sister.

When Pippa reached the other end of the lake, we heard the roar. It was close to me, so I turned and go ready to fight.

I knew I wasn't going to win against the approaching beast, so I yelled for Pippa to keep running. I told her that I will catch up to her. I lied to her, and she believed me. She took off running into the woods behind our village.

I knew that the woods will be dangerous for her, but it doesn't matter. Wherever she goes, whatever she faces, she will stand a better chance of surviving than this place.

Then, the monster emerged from a white wall of snow; a hideous monstrosity of blue and white. He had a body of a man, but was thrice as tall. It was pale blue like my parent's corpse when they were buried in snow; it had ice freezing over some parts of its skin and in other parts, the ice pieced through his skin from the inside.

Its hands were painted crimson red by the blood of its many victims; fresh blood was dripping from its hands even as it slowly walked towards me, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.

I raised my sword, ready to die so that Pippa can get more time to escape into the woods. Fear quickened the pace of my heart, which was already hammering at my chest from running so much. I could barely breath under the pressure.

Still, I steeled my eyes and glared at the beast. I held my ground although my legs threatened to give way below me. My arms were shaking, but I still held my sword between my eyes.

This is it.

Mom, Dad, soon we will be together again.

I shouted a battle cry and charged at the monster. As I got closer, the beast seemed bigger than ever. Within the few seconds that passed, a million doubts flowed into my mind, but I didn't falter in my steps.

I ran towards it. It was waiting for me. It looked amused. It summoned a sword of ice. It was waiting for me. It was ready to kill me. It was dead.

My eyes grew wide as I watched the beast fall to its knees, for a spear has pierced through its chest from behind. I stopped my running, but fell on the slippery ice. I was sliding towards my rescuer, who had his back turned against me to fight another one of the beast, which he slew with just as much ease as I had fell on the ice.

The man wore a golden armor which shone even though the sun was barely shining through the snow. His helmet was like nothing I've ever seen or heard of before and he bore no coat of arms.

As I couldn't stop myself, I slid into my rescuer's leg, which was as solid as rock.

The man turned and looked down upon me, revealing to me his face. I could tell that he was late into his life, living longer than any other man I have seen. His face radiated with wisdom, even though he was missing an eye.

"Get up, my boy." He told me as he reached down to help me up.

As I stood up, I saw all around me, there were men in golden armor charging into my village, ready to fight the monsters that destroyed my home.

"Thank you sir." I stammered, amazed at the man who slayed with such ease the monsters that none of the warriors in my village could kill.

The kind old man nodded, a small smile plastered on his face. "Go get your sister. She is waiting for you."

"May I ask your name so that you shall be remembered among my descendants?" I requested.

"I am Odin, King of Asgard." He announced proudly. "I shall be the vanquisher of these foul beasts from your world, rest assure. Now go, take your sister to the nearest village and tell them what you have seen here."

I nodded, ready to leave and excited to share of my experience here in this village. In the few seconds that pass, I even thought to myself that I would be like Odin when I grow older. But that wasn't to be.

Another one of the monsters was behind the King of Asgard, ready to strike while his back was turned against them.

I shouted and I ran, and I stood between him and the blade of ice and then I died.

"Our armies drove the Frost Giants back into the heart of their own world. The cost was great. In the end, their king fell, and the source of their power was taken from them. With the last great war ended, we withdrew from the other worlds and returned home at the Realm Eternal, Asgard."

I heard someone's voice.

I can't tell who it belongs to.

"Awake, my boy, for I have revived you with the power of the Casket of Ancient Winters."

I opened my eyes and saw a man, late in his life. His face radiated with wisdom, though he lost an eye.

"Who are you?" I ask, before realizing that I cannot recall anything. "Who am I?"

"I am Odin, King of Asgard, Vanquisher of the Frost Giants." He replied proudly. "And you are Jack Frost, Guardian of Midgard."

"Where am I? What happened?" I asked, still confused.

"I brought to life the nevermelting ice within you with the Casket and you are thus frozen in time." Odin replied, still not helping me. "There is much to explain, and I will do so at a later time. For now, follow me."

So I followed him into Asgard, and to this day, I still do not recall what happened before Odin created me from nevermelting ice and the king never told me.

"And here we remain as the beacon of hope, shining out across the stars. And though we have fallen into man's myths and legends, it was Asgard and its warriors that brought peace to the universe."

Author's Note:

Thank you everybody for your support!

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Also don't forget to check out the sequel "The War for Earth", which is about the events of the Avengers movie.

For those of you who already read that story, stay tuned for the next update, if I can keep my itch to write going it should be out pretty soon.

Also stay tuned for the rewrite of the epilogue to this story.

SirEmperorKhan out.