❄Jack POV❄

My eyes weren't closed as I plummeted down. It was wide open, in fact. Part of me wondered how the pain is going to be like, and my concious self was hoping for a miracle to happen.

Like Sandy is going to pick me up ever so suddenly with his gold sand airplane. Tooth and her fairies catching me even though they'll swoon over my teeth after that. Or Bunnymund making a hole appear at the place where I'm supposed to fall, where it takes me to his wonderland. Or perhaps North catching me from below using his sleigh.

Alright, perhaps falling on solid sleigh seats doesn't sound convincing. But still.

A boy can hope, right?

But honestly, I really think that I'm going to die today. So I closed my eyes, waiting for tragedy.

I was looking for a breath of a life

A little touch of heavenly light

But all the choirs in my head sang, no.

To get a dream of life again

A little vision of the sun in the end

But all the choirs in my head sang, no.

It's a harder way and it's come to claim her

And I always say, we should be together

And I can see below, 'cause there's something in here

And if you are gone, I will not belong here.

And I started to hear it again

But this time it wasn't the end

And the room is so quiet.

And my heart is a hollow plain

For the devil to dance again

And the room is too quiet.

I was looking for the breath of a life

A little touch of a heavenly light

But all the choirs in my head sang, no.

Just then, I felt myself fall on a soft yet hard surface. Geez. Soft yet hard. How is that even possible for me to describe it. I felt like I'd fell on a hard bed, that's covered with feathers as soft as silk.

Then slowly the pain of the impact spread from my back throughout my body. Its painful, but manageable. Is this how death feels like?

I highly doubt that when you're dead, you can open your eyes effortlessly. But I just did, and my sight showed the same scene where I had fallen. Except that it didn't blur with the speed of my fall.

Is this my spirit rising or?

Then, my finger scrape was enough to tell me that I'm not dead just yet. The silk-like feathers felt soft under my fingers, and they ran up and down until I touched a hard spot. I felt like I was laying on skin as the spot felt kind of flexible.

Turning my head sidewards, I came face to feathers with the back of a giant bird head. I gasped in awe as I raised my head, seing giant eagles, 5 times the size of my body, flying side by side with the eagle I was on.

However, I didn't question their appearance. One of the lines in the poem I heard in the beginning had mentioned eagles.

One of them carried my sling bag, and another one carried my staff. Afraid of falling, I entrusted the eagle that was carrying me and hooked my legs around its neck. My hands gripped its feathers, but not gripping with too much force until it will cry in pain.

It was about time I realised that I had a big smile on my face, as the wind batted hair to my face. How I missed the feel of wind. The eagles gave me a ride upwards from the death pit, and I soon reunited with the beautiful view of the snow hills I had targeted earlier.

The three eagles hawked, flying over the dark trees which branches are covered in snow.

Suddenly the birds did something I'd never thought they would.

"Where should we drop him?"

"I don't know. It has been ages since the last wanderer came here."

"We can't drop him directly at the lake though. We'd be dead by then."

"Then where?"

"I don't know, you think!"

"I've a bird brain, so definitely not me."

"We all have bird brains, idiot."

"I knew that. You didn't have to call me an idiot, idiot!"

"I swear I won't share my food with you anymore."

"I can find my own, anyway. Who needs your food?"

"I bet you would."

"Shut up!"

"Hey, hey, hey!" I settled, waving my hands for attention.

"WHAT." They said simultaneously.

"Why are you two answering him, he was talking to me!"

"Him talking to you is like a tulip blooming in winter."

"He wasn't talking to you either."

"SHUT UP!"

They continued to argue, and I rubbed my temples in frustration. At least I have a ride. A noisy one.

"Look, you've made him cry!"

"Huh?" I raised my head in confusion. I'm not even crying!

"Lets just drop him."

"Don't just drop me! Put me down carefully. I'm fragile, you know." I deadpanned, crossing my arms.

The eagles descended to the end of the snowy hills, and near it was an ice cave. As soon as they landed, I struggled to get down. And by struggle, I mean really struggling. The eagle I was on was so tall, and it was two times my height.

I hung my legs down and jumped, landing on the thick snow. I strained my legs in the process, and as I cry in pain, the eagles rushed to offer help. Waving them off, I limped to where they had put my staff and bag.

Feeling lazy as ever, I slung my bag to my shoulder and gripped my staff. The three eagles watched me prepare myself intently, until I had asked them why were they staring.

"Nothing, you just look..."

"Cute?" I suggested, grinning.

"No, familiar."

I dropped my grin with a dissapointed 'oh'.

"So..." I started. They were still staring at me. "Seriously, you look familiar."

I narrowed my eyes.

"Have you seen this guy before?"

"Nope."

"I think so. But I don't remember who."

I scoffed. Clearing my throat to capture attention, I gestured to myself. "Its Jack Frost." I said, using the obvious tone.

They blinked twice, and exchanged bewildered looks. I thought they already knew who I was by the time I said that, but instead of getting excited wails, I received a heart breaking "Who is that?". If I could roll my eyes and curse them for their lack of knowledge, I would. But since they saved me from falling and die, I best keep to respect when it comes to interacting with them. Though I was aware that I've been throwing some butt hurt commands a few minutes back, but hey - I can be a little bit demanding, can't I?

Continuing to pursue my goal of getting these clueless, stupid bird brains - I'll just keep these insults to myself. - to get to know who I am so that there will be no confusion between us, and also so that I could pay the price for what they did (Rescued me) another time. It might be a bit unnecessary, but that's how I roll.

Just kidding - they need to know that I'm a respected Guardian that cares about nothing but fun. I said it. Nothing but fun. I'm picking things up from North, seriously.

Before doing so, I adjusted my sling bag strap on my shoulder - the stuff inside are probably out of place right now - and focused on the three feathery, gigantic birds that happens to be waiting for my response since the last minute.

"I'm Jack Frost. Jack Frost is one of the Guardians. He has control over ice and the cold. He is a winter spirit of games and fun times. He represents Fun. He has a-"

"I REMEMBER HIM!" They interrupted my careful explanation that sounded like a lesson to the kindergarten children. Even saying that makes me want to play and throw snowballs again. Grr. Once I get this job done I swear I'll go bother the school kids. Maybe I could bring Jade and the others too - but knowing Jade is a fire spirit, instead of throwing snowball filled with Fun, she might blast a fireball of pain.

Ignoring my desires, my eyes lightened up in hope. "Really?"

"There was a legend about you!"

Of course there is.

"Do you want to hear about yourself?"

"I might not have much time, actually. I need to go find the Trylle lake." I grimaced at the thought of sharing stories with them. Its not that they aren't cool, its just that I might not able to get myself off my mind. Thinking on how they described me - rebellious, irresponsible - might get me into a mental condition. I might be the first on the naughty list and I'm proud of it, but since I'm a Guardian now there's more than just being Fun and reckless. I need to be a good role model to the kids!

"So are you going now, young'un?"

"I suppose." I shrug.

"Well, we have to let you go then. Go through the ice cave."

"Sure." I responded a tad bit too quick.

"And remember - always pick the path with your true self."

Not more riddles.

"Okay." I nodded. I feel like a little child, agreeing to what he and his father had promised.

"Good luck," One of them said before flying off. I stared as their figures get smaller... smaller... and poof, out of sight. Once I'm sure that they won't be returning to me again, I sighed. Alone, again. Being alone for more than 300 years wasn't the excuse for being comfortable in this situation. All those days I was alone and no one could see me, everyone denied my existence, yet I'm not in danger.

However today, at this moment, I am alone facing these various, unknown threats that might be the factor of the death of Jack Frost some hours after now.

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"Could you, like, shut up? I know we're practically the same person here but you could at least, you know, not say a freaking thing?" I said angrily, a bit too loud until my reflections winced.

As I entered the bright ice cave, I found a companion. Wait, not a. Two companions. They stood on either side of me, walking wherever I walked, talking whenever I start to talk. But a twist - me and them are not saying the same thing the way an echo does. Its more of a pair of identical twin that tries so hard to annoy me as I try to make my way out of here.

I was startled with their sudden presence, at first glance I thought they were just my reflection on the ice, like a mirror. They turn out to be an opposing reflection, that argues and talks back like a stubborn child when was forced to eat his vegetables.

"Shut up Jack." They yelled back at me. I shot a death glare to either, gritting my teeth to hold my temper. My hands were shaking in furiosity, and it takes a billion of shards of patience to stop myself from breaking the glass and destroying the unlucky, unoriginal soul of two other Jack Frost.

"Keep. It. Shut." I said bitterly through my gritted teeth and stomped forwards, faster and louder than usual. My reflections followed suit, mirroring my silence as they slithered behind the clear ice glass that seperated me and them.

After a few deadly minutes of silence - plus the sighing and small groaning of my reflections that still made me pissed off, but I decided to let it go - I stumbled across three paths. I stopped directly, studying each one of the paths. Never had I felt so responsible in my whole life. Haha, suuuuuure.

The first path on my left was where one of my reflections stood, blinking at me cluelessly. You innocent little hobo.

The middle had no reflections at all, obviously.

And the third path was where my second reflection stayed, the corners of my eye catching the sight of him staring at me.

"This is a very hard decision. I can't find my true path." I teased, clearly knowing inside the path that I've been longing for.

"Take your time! We'll accept your decision, no matter what!"

That's encouraging.

"Goodbye you homeless, fake souls." I declared and smirked, earning instantaneous complaints and yells as I stepped into the middle path, avoiding the reflections. I laughed joyfully, as I skipped down the path, grinning from ear to ear at my freedom from annoying discouragements.

A very loud and cheery 'woohoo' escaped my lips, only those two long syllables indicated the relief and joy overflowing from myself. Oh trust me, if you walk with two of your reflections that are constantly moaning and complaining about themselves - about me - you must feel the feeling of utter hatred and annoyance, even when they are you.

It was still bright at the tunnel I had chose, therefore no worries crossed my mind. What remained was the determination and the feeling of wanting to finish this mission quickly, so I could be back in the North pole, annoying the yetis and elves like I used to. Ah, there's nothing more fun than annoying the stressed out workers.

And I'm not feeling guilty at all.

(This scene is best read with the music I tagged along on the multimedia section ^^,)

I was humming to a random melody, until something or someone grabbed me by my shoulders and I was on my back, on the ground. My staff fell out of my grip, and my hands were frantically searching for it until I earned a powerful punch on my left jaw. My sling bag slipped from my shoulder as I earned it, didn't help at all to panic.

My head swung to the right, and my right jaw hit the ice as an equal pain spread on it. I cursed as my head was forced to face upwards again, a set of slightly warm and bony fingers grab hold of my face, and I earned another painful punch, this time on my right jaw.

My squinted eyes couldn't identify the attacker, and my sight was getting more blurred when I was holding back the pain that was throbbing on my back and my jaw. The bony fingers were still on my face, so I took the opportunity to grip on his wrist using my left hand, twisting it as hard as I could. A strained groan escaped from the lips of my attacker, then my right fist knocked his head in a repetitive manner, until he struggled for me to let go of his wrist.

I stood on my wobbly legs with my breath hitching up my throat, needing air. My sight was cleared this time, and my attacker turns out to be a man about my size, wearing a dark cloak, the hood almost covering his face completely. Me and him were facing each other, and I could feel the throbbing of my jaw turn into complete fury.

He charged right at me, holding his fist up. He managed to give me a punch on my chest, and I groan in pain as I was thrown back to the ice walls. My fingernails scraped the ice as he charged at me again, chuckling as he did so.

Instinctively, my right leg raised and kicked him right in his face, just as he was about to give me a knockdown - to be smug, I could feel his nose and lips squished into my feet - before he was thrown back with so much force until I could hear a bone crack as his back collided with the ice.

Don't underestimate Jack Frost, people!

Stepping up to him and grabbing him by his neck when he was writhing about how his back hurts, a quick smash to the ice walls was enough for him to groan loudly. He dropped to the ground, gasping and yelling, until I spotted my staff on the side of the walls.

Scrambling on my own feet, I grabbed my staff firmly and aimed it at him when he was about to stand. Bright blue light shone through the space we were in, and with a last gust of icy blue colour, he was frozen on his spot. Ice covered his body, and slightly dizzy, I wondered - when will he ever be melting out of that chunk of ice.

I dropped into a crossed leg sitting position, catching my breath. Though my hands are shaky and sore, the grip on my staff was firm as ever. My eyes scanned my place, and I spotted my sling bag that was laying on the side, unopened. Gulping the last feeling of shock, I crawled to where my sling bag laid. I encircled my fingers around the strap and raised my head to the ice wall that seemed to be a mirror.

My face was a mess, red marks were positioned on either side of my jaw that screamed : I will be Jack Frost's bruise!

Wincing, I stood up, sharp jolts of pain could be felt when I flexed my shoulders. I'll be a walking bruise man.

I left the place immediately, but gave a last kick of frost to the frozen icicle of an attacker on my way out. I limped quickly, and seeing an unusual light from the end of the cave made me smile to the ears. I jogged lightly to the exit, the smile not leaving my lips as I thought about freedom from the indoors.

I escaped the cave with a grateful sigh, my pace slowed down as I absorbed the magnificent view of the clear ocean that spread in front of me. I feel like I'm in Miami beach! I grinned absently and jogged to the sand, nearing the sea water like I've never seen sea before. The sand was soft to my feet, and I bent down - ignoring the slight pain, but winced anyway. - and traced the sand with my fingers.

I put my staff aside and fished in my sling bag, taking out a bottle. I pulled the cork out, feeling the sand once more, before filling half the bottle with Trylle sand. Don't misjudge me! How many times in your life that you could visit the Trylle world? This should be my first and last trip, judging by the danger that I had faced.

I plugged in the cork and dropped the bottle into my sling bag before gripping my staff once more. Standing up, I pulled up a small smile and turned right, walking along the beach line and sometimes splashing my feet to the sea water, having fun with myself.

Because there is clearly a lot more things to face other than earning punches to my body that I didn't deserve to earn.

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