Flame & Frost | Rise of the Guardians Fanfiction

Don't Underestimate Jack! ☃

❄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.