[DISCONTINUED] When Worlds Collide

Prologue

Hi there! My name is Jaclyn Frost, Guardian of Fun, and I'm a winter spirit. I spread cold, snowy joy to the people of Htrae. Last year, I was asked to become a Guardian. The Guardians of Childhood is this elite group of legendary figures who are selected by the Woman in the Moon, Maggie, to fight off the evil Pitchiana Black for all of eternity.

There is Nicole St. North, but we all call her Nikki. She can go from gossipy teen to worried grandma to angry mama bear in .03 seconds flat. I timed her once. She is known to the children as Lady Claus, giver of gifts and patroness of Christmas. She has long flowing white hair, similar to mine, and deep blue eyes. She always wears this red dress with white fur trim and a wide belt under her chest, and when we go out into the cold, she puts on this red overcoat that has black fur trim and a tall matching black hat. She has knee length red high-heeled boots with white fur trim. She's really pretty, and the tallest out of everyone. Like, super tall. But sometimes, she seems smaller, easier to talk to. But when she's in her coat and hat with that mad look on her face, you'd better run. Trust me on that, I've been on the receiving end of that look before, and it did not end well for me. She is the proud owner of two massive swords, and she is not afraid to use them. I was in the infirmary for weeks. She has these little elves, and they're really stupid little girls, always electrocuting themselves with Christmas tree lights and stuff. Her yeti make the toys. They are really big furry creatures, and this one, Phyllis, she hates me. You see, for years, I've tried to bust into the Workshop (which is basically Nikki's hideout and the main meeting place of the Guardians) multiple times over the years, but Phyllis always caught me and kicked me out. So we're not on the best of terms. All of the yeti are girls, and sometimes, when I'm really bored, I'll convince a few to sit in a line with me and we'll make a braid train.

Then there's the Sandwoman. She's really more of a girl, and she's always sleeping, her dress shedding gold Dream sand. She spreads good dreams to children at night. She's a short, pudgy girl, about knee high, and she had chin length gold hair that's straight, and longer in the front than the back, plus a tiny golden bow barrette in her hair. She has golden eyes, but they look cute on her. She is literally the most adorable thing I have ever seen. Half the time, I have to resist the urge to pick her up and hug her really tightly like a stuffed animal. But sometimes, like in the battle with Pitchiana, she is really dangerous. She uses sand whips, and I have made a mental note to never get on her bad side.

There's the Tooth Fairy, who I think has a crush on me, if not my teeth, and he is totally dreamy, but I'm not interested. He is covered in different color feathers, and he had dragonfly wings on his back, plus he has purple eyes, yet he manages to look really manly. I have no idea how he does it. He has these mini-fairy things that are like cute miniature versions of him that help him out with the teeth. He's strong, almost as strong as me or Nikki, and he mainly fights in hand-to-hand combat.

We also have the Easter Bunny. She's this really really big rabbit that stands on her back two paws and paints eggs in her Warren for a third of the year, to hide during Easter egg hunts on her big day. Her name is Beverly, and we call her Bev. Well, the others do. I call her a kangaroo, no matter how many times she tries to convince me she isn't. But she uses boomerangs and talks with an Australian accent, plus she looks like a kangaroo, so who am I to deny the facts?

And me? Well, I'm the last one. The fifth Guardian, ruining the 'Big Four'. Always forgotten, barely believed in. I gained a few believers from our big battle with Pitchiana, but not many. Most people walk right through me. I try not to let it get to me, but I have this terrible feeling whenever I'm not doing my job, like helplessness. I know, deep down, I probably have depression. So I keep myself busy at all times, and there's never a dull moment when I'm around! I have cerulean blue eyes that are super large and eager and long white hair that I sometimes keep up in a messy bun. The elves in the Workshop love playing with it, braiding it and glueing glitter and plastic snowflakes into it, and it annoys me to no end. I have a thin figure, not quite boyish, but pretty darn close. I'm really pale, and my lips are slightly pinker. I don't normally blush, but when I do, I'm about to faint. Behold, the weirdest immortal 17 year old girl in the world.

I wear a blue hoodie with a large pocket on the front, and there are frost designs on it from the whole 'bringer of winter' thing. My skin is ice cold, almost below freezing, on a good day. I have brown leather shorts that are really short, and they're tattered and ripped, the hems jagged, and I have ribbons wrapping and criss-crossing up my calves, tied in bows at my ankles. I have a belt on my shorts, going through belt loops, which I recently added. I felt like they were missing something. I'm about 5'9", and I don't wear shoes. To uncomfortable, too restraining. Am I forgetting anything?

Oh yeah. Two things, actually. I fight with my staff, a six-foot tall piece of wood with a hooked 'G' part at the top, like a shepherd's crook. I can shoot ice and snow and summon the winds with it. It's pretty awesome. Except for that one time when Pitchiana snapped it in half, then I felt like the life was draining out of me. That was not awesome. But other than that, pretty cool.

Oh yeah, we have an enemy. Her name is Pitchiana Black, Boogeygirl, Nightmare Queen. She has these Nightmares that are demonic horses that are made of black sand. She wears a black three-quarter sleeve dress, and although it is short, do not underestimate her fighting ability if you value your health. She almost knocked out one of my teeth at close range, and she round-house kicked Toothifer (Tooth's full name) in the chest, sending him flying backwards thirty meters, or almost 90 feet, for us Americans. She has gray-ish skin and gold eyes, plus long hair similar to mine, except hers is black. She wears sturdy work boots, heavy and black, a little above ankle height, showing off her gray legs. If there was a male version of her, he would be drooling all over her, but it makes the rest of us want to puke. She is actually very pretty, if you can look over certain aspects, like her pointed teeth and evil attitude.

If we dressed the same, we could be twins. You know, besides the gray vs pale skin, black vs white hair, yellow vs blue eyes, pointed vs shiny white straight teeth. Okay, I lied about my figure. It's actually pretty feminine like hers, but I hate it.

Pitchiana is deadly, and, like the Grim Reaper, uses a scythe made of Nightmare sand she can dissolve in a second if she chooses.

Basically, you don't want to have her as an enemy.

Lucky us, we do. Note the sarcasm. (I'm actually a fairly sarcastic person. Phyllis even got me a button for Christmas, despite my being the record holder on the naughty list, and it read, "MY SOUL WAS REMOVED TO MAKE ROOM FOR ALL THIS SARCASM". I wear it all the time, it's like my prized possession, besides a pair of pristine royal blue combat boots I save for special occasions and polish almost daily, when I remember.) A never-ending battle between light and darkness, good and evil. Bev was pretty mad when I was chosen by Maggie, she felt like I outshone her. But now, we're pretty much one big family. Albeit a dysfunctional immortal family, but a family nonetheless, with Nikki as the mom/nice older sister, Sandi as the sleepy yet intelligent toddler, Bev as the annoying sister, and Tooth as the older brother/love interest. I don't really think anyone but Bev has a crush on him, but you never know. And then there's me. Prankster extraordinaire, the teenager who never grew up, the woman who was still a kid at heart, the girly tomboy. Sandi and I get along great, since I never dared to prank her. I got Bev all the time though, like when I dunked her in her own paint river, and exploded her own egg bombs on her, starting our very own color run.

I'll admit it, sometimes I got rather motherly over them, like when Sandi fell asleep at especially inopportune times, when Bev was about to explode over something Nikki did, when Tooth got angry at Bev for making fun of his obsession with teeth, and when Nikki just needed someone to talk to and admit things, like how badly she wanted a counterpart, someone to love.

But more often than not, I was off screwing with the weather in Hawaii or freezing all of Bev's eggs.

I'm not known for my responsibility.