Although no longer active in the Spirit world, no longer in touch with what other atrocities the Moon had bestowed upon his once-beautiful planet, Jokul knew more creatures were being added.
At one point, Jokul felt fear. He remembered visiting one of the large islands- now inhabited by squishy warm creatures, humans. He remembered seeing an intricate design on a frozen-over lake, a design he had not created.
Was the Moon replacing him? Was it his time now? Was Death replaced?
He remembered following the Spirit trail of the creature that had dared try to use his element- remembered seeing the Elvin creature skipping through the trees as it coated everything it passed with sparkling, glittering frost.
He had growled then, the skies echoing his ire. The creature had frozen as it gazed at the rapidly darkening skies. Thunder rumbled over it as it turned around.
For a moment, it looked afraid, before suddenly giggling and dancing over to him, hands reaching to him. He remembered feeling startled before halting the creature with a wall of ice, which quickly formed a hand that grabbed the thing and pulled it right before his eyes.
It quaked in fear, all giggling gone. His eyes bore into it, searching for the power deep within, that he knew he contained. There was none, barely a wisp of something coursed through its body, but nothing more.
Sighing, he had gently placed it down. It had spoken to him, asking him what it had done. He had responded with a simple misplacement of his being, and then vanished into the flurries.
A sprite, the Man had begun to make sprites. Jokul couldn't help but laugh aloud after that encounter, both relieved he wasn't being replaced, and angry that the Moon hadn't made sprites in the beginning, instead of replacing his friends.
Jokul didn't need sprites- supposed helpers- he was fine being alone. But as his time continued, he realized that a day off was always nice.
And now... a couple thousand years ago, quite recently, the Moon added a new element, one that surely tore Jokul into threads. He had never liked the Man, who was always meddling in Jokul's world. Now the Man- who likely knew of Jokul's dislike- had one-upped him.
He had created Spirits that he dubbed Guardians. These spirits were immediately part of the Moon's family. And although Jokul hated the Moon, with every piece of his self, he felt left out when the Moon immediately chose these spirits as special; they who had barely existed.
True it started with one, then another, another, and then the last- all over time. But Jokul didn't like it, not at all.
When he heard from Summer- that blasted good-for-nothing wannabe- about what the Moon was doing and how 'romantic' it was, he felt lost; so lost, and alone.
Later, Spring managed to catch him as he bid farewell to his melting snow and jabbered on about how the Moon had created these spirits solely for human's holidays and to bring them joy. And then how the Moon had made them believed in. That human's could see them.
Jokul had left Spring angrily, not even pretending to be polite-as he normally did.
There were other "holiday" spirits, who weren't "Guardians" either, yet they were believed in, and thus, seen.
He had spent the last six-hundred years yelling at the moon, asking him "Why?".
"Why have you done this to me? What have I done to you?" He screamed into the heavens, just as he had once done, all that time ago when he learned his name. But that had been a time of joy, this was not.
He could feel himself slowly falling apart, could feel the hatred for the Moon consuming him, the loss of his friends eating away at his mind. The solitude... was killing him.
Sorry dudes, I know you've been asking for more, but I lost my flashdrive, which has the entire story on it. I wrote this right after the movie came out, but never did up-load it. So I'll continue to up-load chapter by chapter- and try not to lose my flash-drive again. Although come to think of it, I should probably just save it on the computer or something... eh what the heck.