First off, before I forget again... I need to say this.
I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE RISE OF THE GUARDIANS CHARACTERS! JUST THE PLOT AND MY OC! There... all's good! So here we go!
I slowly opened my eyes to the sound of a crackling fire. I felt very sleepy. I lazily turned my head to look at he fire that was apparently in a large fireplace that I couldn't recognize. Feeling alarm awaken my fuzzy brain, I attempt to sit up, but a horrible pain shoots through my body. I couldn't help but whimper out form the pain. That's about the moment when my whole world changed.
"Ahh! The girl has awakened!" a voice with a deep Russian accent boomed from behind me. I freaked out and, despite the pain spun to see this strange intruder. My eyes came to meet a very large man in an odd red suit. He must have been pretty old from the white beard and hair though. "What the... w-wha?" I looked at the man with obvious fear. "Calm down, mate. Your scaring the poor girl." an Australian accent came from the doorway not too far to the side. When I saw the owner of that voice, my eyes about bulged out of my head. I mean, was I drugged or something?! There was a giant rabbit, or kangaroo, standing there! WHAT THE HELL?! "Ohh, poor girl. Her eye is bruised up..." a more gentle, female voice came from my left. She was actually pretty, even though she was covered in peacock feathers. She was also floating in the air with extremely fast moving wings behind her. Then there was a jingling sound that came from right beside me. I jumped a little when I caught the sight of a small, orange, no, golden, man looking up kindly at me. He smiled and waved, and as confused as I was, I decided to wave shakily back. "Well, its about time your up." a familiar voice came from the doorway where the bunny was standing. I looked to see the boy from before, but now I could actually see what he looked like. The boy had snowy white hair that slightly covered his crystalline blue eyes. He wore a blue hoodie with a frost design and brown pants. No shoes, though. Wasn't he cold?
"Where am I? Who are you? What are you? What the hell is going on here?!" I panicked, while moving away from all these strange people, and bunny. "No need to freak out. And watch language. Wouldn't want to be on naughty list, eh?" the giant Russian said while chuckling heartily. Wait, naughty list? This is crazy. "Wait a sec, does that mean your, that you are..." I stopped, lost for words. "Of, course I am! I am Santa Clause!" he shouted with glee. "So that means, your.." I said looking at the rabbit. He answered for me: "Tha Easter Bunny, lass." "And you.." I glanced at the feather lady. "Tooth fairy." she said flashing me a brilliant smile. I nodded, a bit dazed out, then looked down at the golden man. "And you?" I mumbled. A picture of children sleeping appeared above his head. "Oh, Sandman. Makes sense." I said. Then I looked over to the strange boy. "So, that makes you Jack Frost?" I mumble, but he heard, I guess."The one and only." he smirked at me, which I thought was kinda sexy.
"Oh, ok. So why am I here?" I said while finally looking around at the room I was in. It was a massive room decorate like Christmas. I couldn't help but smile slightly at it, it made me feel like a kid again. "Jack brought you here. This is my home, in the north pole. Welcome!" Santa exclaimed as he lifted his large arms into the air with a dramatic look. I nodded and chuckled a little, but quickly winced and was reminded of the pain. "Are you ok? You look pretty beat up, dear." Tooth flitted over to my side, and gently touched my back. She, as well as the others, had a worried look on her face. "Yeah, I..." I paused and choosed my words wisely. Should I tell them about the bullies? No. "I tripped and fell, must been a hard fall though." I lie, giving a sheepish smile to be convincing. "Well, let's see the damage, shall we?" Santa said while coming to look at my stomach. After a few poking and prodding, he found the area that hurt the most. "Well, you've got yourself a bruised rib." he said sounding satisfied with his inspection. I let out a groan. "No big deal, little miss. I can fix you right up!" Santa exclaims.
Santa pulled out a small bag from his pocket and opened it up. He poured some silver dust and, with a brief smile at me, placed his huge hand over the abused rib. I gasped a little but then sighed in relief as the pain immediately disappeared. After Santa pulled his hand away, I laughed out and looked at him with amazed eyes. "How did you do that?!" I laughed. He told me it was a little magic. Then Jack suggested that I should head home. I agreed and slowly stood up, because I was still sore in other places.
Jack was flying me home, to my delight. And the whole time we were in the air I snuggled as close to him as I possibly could, and buried my face into his hoodie. He simply chuckled at me and went on. When he finally landed on the front porch of my cabin. He let me down and smiled at me. "Thanks, Jack. I couldn't have done that without you." I mumbled. "Well, duh. You can't fly like me." he teased me. I let out a breathless laugh and looked up into his ice orbs. Then I shook my head out of the daze and thanked him again for the flight. "Night, Jack." I said as I turned to go in my house. "Good night, ... Wait, I never got your name." he stepped closer to you. "Oh, Willow." I said, mentally slapping myself. "OK. Good night, Willow." Jack said kindly. I gave him one last smile before shutting the door. I sighed and looked at the floor for awhile. I must have hit my head pretty damn hard.
Yay it's done! sorry for any bad grammar. And wow, this was a long one. Anyway, I have a proposal! For anyone who reviews to me and gives me a good idea, I'll include you in the story! But just to tell you, I'M NOT SHARING JACK!
Sry... little on a sugar high. LOL. Anyway loving the reviews! Flamers are totally allowed! First actual story so, yeah.