I'd say enjoy, but I think I'll need to hide after this one.
Chapter 11: All good things must come to an end
The Moon shone brightly tonight, it's light rays invading the dark Globe Room at the Pole. Hundreds of tiny lights flickered on the large globe, each one symbolising a child who believed. In Hope, in Wonder, in Memories and happy dreams. It was Christmas Eve, a time of mass belief, and the North Pole was empty, save for a few yetis, some troublesome elves and one Winter Spirit, sat alone on the cold, hard floor.
The other Guardians were busy with their duties - North (obviously) distributing presents to the Nice kids of the World, Sandy gifting them the happiest of dreams, from fairies to princesses to fearsome knights sleighing dragons to winning the World Cup. Tooth, along with her little helpers, ever busy, were currently changing precious teeth for shiny, golden coins.
And so that left Jack, all alone. He had known for a long time that this day would come, but never imagined it would be so soon. It was inevitable though: he'd been a guardian for about eighty years now - the best eighty years of his life. But alas, as the kids grew up, they ceased to believe, envisioning Jack and the rest of the Guardians as nothing more than slightly faded dreams, that they could recall but not fully remember. Even little Sophie had eventually walked through him. Jamie, on the other hand, remained a true believer until the very end. It was ironic really, that his first believer was to be his last.
The other Guardians didn't know. How could he tell them? Thinking back, he probably should have, but there was no time for that now. In fact, there was no time at all. He could feel Jamie's life force fading, his own with it. So he simply sat, too weak to move, staring at the lights, at all the kids in the whole World who believed. Just not in him.
As he sat, he reminisced. He was truly thankful for Jamie and his time as a Guardian. He could feel it now: he was growing weaker with every passing second. So he gazed at the Moon in all its glory. The Moon, who would live forever, even after the passing of all life on Earth.
Jack kept looking until the bright light filled his vision, enveloping him in a world of white and, slowly, his eyes slid shut. The Guardian of Fun was finally at peace, real peace, putting everything that had happened in the past behind him. Truly, he had been blessed.
As the Moon's glow transcended upon him, he felt it's warmth radiating across his whole body. He had felt warmth before, but it was always uncomfortable and he tended to avoid it. This warmth, however, was soothing, swathing him in comfort. He smiled weakly as a feeling of tranquility washed over him, and he didn't fight it: he knew that his time had come.
A small breeze echoed throughout the room, white shimmers catching the light as the last snowflakes fell. And just like that, Jack Frost was no more. All that remained was a small pile of snow and an ancient Shepard's staff, looking dull and lifeless as ever - no ice patterns in sight.
All at once, snow all over the Globe stopped falling, the World seemed to sigh and the Wind cried in anguish. The ice on Jack's lake defrosted for the first time in over a century and the sky dulled to a dark grey, mourning the tremendous loss of one small spirit.
And yet the Moon still shone, the Earth still turned, and the children of the World carried on believing in Wonder, Hope, Dreams and Memories, blissfully unaware.
After all, all good things must come to an end.
I don't think this would happen, as Jack is first and foremost a seasonal spirit and has never needed believers before but oh well.