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~ Prologue ~
Being a Guardian isn't easy. Granted, I never expected it to be, but I guess I might've...underestimated things a bit.
Don't get me wrong, it's not the job itself. That part's easy; making kids happy is what I do. I'm good at it, and I like doing it. So no, it's not the actual position that's difficult...it's everything that comes with it.
I've spent 300 years of my life completely and utterly alone, sans the Wind, of course. The only other company I've ever had...hasn't exactly been pleasant. The only marginally positive interaction I've had with other spirits was the two or three times I've seen Sandy. He was always friendly towards me. Friendly towards almost anyone, really. But he's a busy guy, obviously, so I really only got to know him after I joined up with the Guardians.
Aside from him and the Wind, it seemed like every other spirit in existence absolutely hated me. There were a few that kind of tolerated me, sure, but they were only the exceptions.
No one really...likes winter, you see. In the spirit world, the season is severely looked down upon, and any winter spirit is immediately viewed as a cold, heartless demon, myself included. Truthfully, the stereotype's not exactly wrong in a lot of circumstances, but I like to think that I'm...you know, probably an exception.
It's hard to say. Winter spirits are known for being more vulnerable to "turning to the dark side" or whatever, and well...I've been through a lot.
So yeah, right off the bat, boom; every spring, summer, and autumn oriented spirit wants me dead. And the rest of the winter spirits do too, but out of jealousy. Not only about the Guardian thing, but because I'm not just a winter spirit, I'm the Spirit of Winter. Kind of means I'm in charge, even though literally no one listens to me. Oh well.
Overall, no one likes Jack Frost. I don't think I really did anything to deserve that...sure I pull some pranks from time to time, but it's all in the name of fun, you know? Not enough to warrant the death threats and, uh...many attempts made on my life. Let's...just say there's not many types of pain I haven't felt, and leave it at that.
But I digress...the point is, I've never actually had a good life before. I've wanted a friend...a family, even, for so long, and now that I've finally got it...I have no idea what to do. Pathetic, I know, but it's true. I, Jack Frost, the boy who wanted nothing more than a little company, has no idea how to cope with actually having company.
Cruel irony, huh?
But regardless...I'm working on it. Ever so slowly, I'm adjusting to life as a Guardian, life as something more than an icy shadow that stares at the Moon every night, hoping to hear just someone, anyone, say his name. It's been a bumpy ride so far, but...I think that maybe, just maybe, I can make it.
The assortment of stories I'm about to tell you is about said bumpy ride. They're not in any particular order...I'll just tell them as I think of them. There are ups, there are downs, there are smiles, there are frowns, there's Jack rhyming in his list while trying to be poetic, but ending up just sounding like a moron...but most importantly, there's the Guardians, there's the believers, and there's me. Jackson Overland Frost, at the center of it all, just trying to figure out what he should do. Buckle up, because you're in for a wild time.
What, can't find the seatbelts? Heh...that was just expression.