A/N: This is an idea I got like almost right after I saw the movie, Rise of the Guardians. Haha. Anyways, I DO NOT own ANY rights for the Rise Of The Guardians, I only own the plot line, well sort of I own some of it and that includes my character and who my character IS: Lady Genevieve. At the beginning, since she’s at the beginning of all time, she will be speaking with no conjectures and such. Basically with “Olde” English. Well, that’s all… READ ON!!!!! :D
*POV-Lady Genevieve*
I groaned, opening my eyes to the bright moonlight shining down onto me from the cloudless night sky. It was gorgeous and cold. Though looking back on it later, I was surprised to see that I could not feel the cold at all. It was strange, a strange feeling of not being able to feel the cold of the air around me.
I was confused and felt really weird, as if something had changed inside me. And no, not like my organs were made of gold or something as strange as that. It was like I could now do things that I had never been able to do before.
This was when I realized that I could not remember anything. The only things I knew for certain were:
1. I was a female, that I definitely knew for sure was true.
2. I had some clothes on; they were a navy blue sweatshirt that had an intricate ice looking spiral design on the sleeves and around the bust and waist but also had wind patterns on the empty parts, along with warm brown swirls, looking like earth, then there was the feeling of it, it was as light as air, as warm as sunlight in the summer, and as flowing and moveable as water. The pants were like leggings and were comfortable and thin yet warm and tight so they would not get caught on things. I had no shoes on also.
3. My name was Genevieve, Lady Genevieve; I had no recollection of a middle or last name so I called myself Lady Genevieve.
4. I was at least 17 years old, if not 18.
5. I was special; I could feel it. I did not know what I was here for but I knew that it was important.
I breathed out and watched in wonder as my breath formed a cloud in the air. I reached out to touch it, and shockingly, I could feel it. It was like a silk drape sliding gently over my hand. I tried something, and took a hold on the cloud and I formed it into the first object that popped into my head: a bracelet.
It worked.
It formed into a beautiful diamond, I assume, green bracelet. There was a fragment of gorgeous blue ice crystal, that I had a feeling would not ever melt and that I had seen the color before. But before I slipped it onto my wrist, a feeling inside me, an instinct if you will, was urging me to press my index finger of my left hand, since I was going to put and keep the bracelet on my right wrist, to the blue ice crystal.
So I complied.
The bracelet started glowing and expanded, turning into a gorgeous green diamond, again assuming that it was made of diamond, staff.
(A/N: It looks exactly like Jack’s staff in the movie but its green and made of diamond with the same wood grain design and the curved top that sort of looks like a ‘G’. Oh how clever the designers think they are haha. READ ON :)
I stared at the staff, my staff actually, in wonder.
“Oh…” I breathed out in wonder. I spotted an identical gem to the first one on the bracelet and pressed it curiously to see what would happen, for some reason I knew nothing would happen if I didn’t use the same finger, the index finger of my left hand, so I used that one. The staff started glowing, the same as before, and shrank back into my bracelet and fell into my hand.
I chuckled, no girly giggling for me, and slid the bracelet onto my right wrist. It was cool to the touch, but not a bad ‘too cold’ temperature, it was a relaxing and comforting cool touch. Like that a mother would give her sick or injured child. My breath caught as I thought of mothers, and now how I did not have or remember having one.
I closed my eyes to prevent tears from leaking out and I covered my eyes with the palms of my hands. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly to calm down. The rays of moonlight cascading down onto me, also surprisingly helped me calm down.
I finally opened my eyes and was calm again. I scanned my surroundings, feeling as if I had sharper eyesight now, and hearing, taste, smell, touch, and shockingly, feeling, like my instincts. I looked around at all the snow and smiled. But then I wondered where I was and why I was there, also why I could not remember anything.
I put my hand up against a tree and then jumped back in shock. Where my hand had touched the tree, there was a very intricate pattern of frost crystals. But when I touched it again, the tree thrived and looked like it was just coming back to life from a harsh winter. I jumped, a bit shocked at what a simple touch could do to a tree. It was simply magical.
All of a sudden, my body was being lifted up into the air, my arms and legs splayed out, and my head was thrown back. I could not move, even if I had tried to make even the slightest movement, I could feel that I would not move a muscle.
I prepared myself for what I could tell was coming.
And it happened.
So much information was being crammed into my brain that it almost physically hurt. I knew what everything was called, finally knew some conjectures and all of the grammatical errors I had been making with my “Olde” English. I knew what I could do. I knew why I was here. But I also knew what I was supposed to do.
I was supposed to keep the world running. Supposed to give advice to the future Tsar Lunar, the Man in Moon. Supposed to help everyone, whether they be Guardian (that's what the spirits of childhood are going to be called I've decided), adult, child, or spirit. Good or bad, naughty or nice, my job is to protect and care for them.
And I will.
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That's just the prologue. Heh. I really can't wait to write this, I'm like sooooo excited that even YOU can't even.
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