Again, terrible sorry for the wait but things may not get any better for this fanfic in terms of update speed. More things are coming up and with how long these chapters are and how much is being re-thought, time may add on.
I'm trying my best to stay motivated to right this- trust me I love this story I've got but I'm just afraid of getting to much involved. People have said that there are too many characters and there may be too many things going on.
But the show must go on, and I'll try my best. For now, have some Jack Frost and Ayver. Jack, were have you been? Your the main character for God's sake and you were barley in the last chapter...XD
Chapter 4: About Something Else.
Alecvander had a number of books in many languages- some of which belonged to those who walked the Earth from at least two centuries ago.
The books contained beautiful illustrations that could grace the most famed art museums, and some could have warmed the pages of bedtime stories. Yet, like many things in the world, these miraculous secrets remained hidden among the shelves.
Yet, even as they mingled with thousands of their kind, a few books stood out like red flours in a sea of yellow daffodils. Printed in golden coloured, sewn letters along the hard backs were a pattern of swirling letters. Under the dust, only a few could be made out.
'Kath'
Jack had completely forgotten about the small bundle of fluff he usually knew as Ayver settled in his hood, for the small and reluctant bunny had drifted off to sleep a while ago and brown still, thus stopping his constant prodding and annoyed squeaks. It had been a while since the two had stopped surfing around town on ice and snow.
The blue-clad youth was wandering very slowly, much unlike he'd done for most of the snowy day. He'd been leaping around the place not long ago, something he usually did...but as much as he tried to push his thoughts aside, he couldn't enjoy himself. Not tonight.
It was a calm night; the sky was more clear than it had been in a while. The stars were sprinkled over the sky like sugar, surrounding the full moon above like fireflies.
Jack was silent for a moment. More silent than he'd been in a while. But after he'd stared through the window and into the warmth of that room below, the warm glow so like that village he could never touch so long before. And how the frost has creeped over the light, blocking his view. He'd left then.
"...I don't know," He murmured quietly, halting his walk on the rooftop, eyes avoiding the Moonlight. "What I'm doing that's wrong."
Silence greeted him coldly, and Jack felt his heart pull in slight desperation. All he wanted, all he prayed for, was at least an answer. Something. But, not even the wind whistled as he waited. His head shaking in slight disbelief, he moved along, swinging his staff in thought.
"I mean...I try everything. I do all that I know- And its never enough. Why...Why don't they see me? Three hundreds years I've been doing this and..."
He dropped his hand, that had raised to motion along with his words. His eyes closed and he breathed deeply. Then, finally, he turned to gaze at the moon itself, straight back at the light that no longer comforted him.
"If I'm doing something wrong," He pleaded in a soft voice, "...Please...just tell me."
He waited. And waited. No answer made itself clear. Leaning against his staff now, Jack lowered his head and gazed at his feet numbly, sighing.
I knew you wouldn't answer.
Ayver's eyes fluttered open upon hearing the tiniest tinkle of sand, his sense waking him from his nap. He blinked, peaking from Jack's hood around the dark night sky as both gazed at the winding rivers that began to spread. Ayver watched in wonder as they twirled around them, and smiled happily as he reached out to touch one. Jack laughed, doing the same on one opposite him. A dolphin leaped from the river and swam around them in the air, and Jack finally noticed Ayver was still in his hood. He laughed loudly as Ayver hopped onto his shoulder to gaze around, reaching out a foot to tap the sand again.
Though he still felt pretty down, at least Sandman's warm, golden sand was hear.
"Right on time, Sandman..."
Not too far away, hidden in the shadows of a higher rooftop, a pair of leave-green eyes as alert as a wolverine's watched the youth quietly. He waited, a pair of long ears twitching above him. The sand moved around, and slid into the rooms of children all around town.
In minutes, Sandman's work was done, and the sand began to retreat into the sky. Jack smiled gently as he watched them go with a little sadness. Ayver slipped back into his hood, glancing around curiously. Jack hopped down from the roof and onto the street, twirling his staff in his hand as he walked along.
"Yup, Sandman sure knows how to do his job, Huh, Ayv?" Jack commented. But before the rabbit could make any sort of answer. something rushed behind them like a gust of wind, making both of them jump in alarm. Jack spun around, only to find nothing there. Then, when his eyes followed the path the gust had gone, he saw a crouched figure moving behind a rooftop. He frowned and gripped his staff in both hands.
What was...
He moved before he realized he was doing so, soaring into the air and along the rooftop, following the figure. Then, the chase began.
The figure kept moving, sliding behind him and vanishing before Jack could get a second look- and all the while the youth grew more agitated. No other being ever spoke to him- well, Ayver sort of communicated...but it was a very rare incident that it happened.
Finally after many jumps he came to an alleyway behind a gas station, landing on the damp floor in a bent position, tense. He held his staff tight as he moved around in a circle, examining the area.
"'Ello mate."
His heart leaped in alarm and he spun around, Ayver bouncing against his back, still concealed inside the hood. Jack held his staff towards the figure leaning against the shadowing wall nearby, twirling something curved and bent in a hand.
"Been a long time," The accented voice mused, "Blizzard of '68 I believe."
Jack's eyes widened. Wait a second...
The figure stepped out of the shadows, and in that moment all tension seemed to drop in Jack's case.
The grey, human sized rabbit, or a pooka by correct term, gestured forward with the wooden boomerang in his paw. "Easter Sunday wasn't it?"
Jack stood up straight, smiling brightly in return to the glare, "Bunny! Wa-how, Long time no see." The youth leaned against his staff rather coyly, grinning now with feigned innocence.
"Your not still mad about that..." His smiling widened cheerfully, "Are ya?"
The pooka's scowl deepened and he tightened his grip on his boomerang. He clearly wanted to through said weapon at the youth, but refrained from it. His voice low and serious, he went on,
"But this is 'bout somethin' else."
"Really?" Jack rose a brow, now legitimately bemused, "What..."
The pooka examined his boomerang absently, a smile playing at his lips. "Fella's."
Abruptly something seized him from behind, and Jack could have sworn he'd heard Ayver (who he'd almost forgotten about again, something the bunny would undoubtedly get him for later,) squeak in distress as the hood he was in was grabbed and tightened over him like a sack. Jack had no time to protest, for a moment later he was lifted into the air by something very big and very furry, and stuffed into a real sack. The lights went out, and instantly began struggling, Ayver squeaking helplessly. Jack yelled in bewteen calls to be let out, and trying to reasure the frightened bunny.
"Ah-Hey! Let- Ayvie, It's alrigh-"
He could say no more, for a moment later he found he was no longer tangling in the sack, but flying through the air and twirling like a spinning wheel.
The portal closed behind the yetis as they went, And Bunnymund tapped the ground beneath him. A whole appeared as quick as a blink, and with a nod of satisfaction (and a good taste of a little payback) he hopped into the whole and vanished from sight.
Anguish was wandering around the town, unease nibbling at the back of his mind. He felt jumpy, nervous even- and the thought of this happening while actually feeling it made it all worse. He'd known for years the time would come, that everything would soon unravel yet come together at the same time- yet with every minute that they drew closer, his heart, though it was in truth no longer there, pounded faster.
He hid in the shadows, his back to the Moon, away from his gaze as he stared at the floor, a single hand traveling over his masked face.
"So soon..."
Figurative cookie to those who got the reference about Bunnymund XD
The time line is a little messed up- the next chapter may feature a flashback about the gathering of the guardians, with Tyzan included as an audience
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