Chosen Spirits

Before the Beginning

Every one became silent as the blue screen once again flickered with life, mesmerized with how the beams of light twisted and turned into figures, shapes, and people.

Jamie cocked his head to the side in confusion "is- is that Jack?!"

The 'screen' showed a young, human boy with chocolate brown hair and mischievous brown eyes. He whore a dark brown shawl with a vest and a white V- collared shirt. He had brown paints and whore no shoes. He appeared to be the age of fourteen through seventeen, and held a pair of ice- skates over his left shoulder as what appeared to be his younger sister. Tried to drag him out of the house by griping his right hand. He shook his head as it seemed to be assuring, of whom it would be safe to assume, his mother. About something...

"Wow! Jack iz that-" but before North stopped in mid sentence when he saw Jack hugging his knees slightly curled up.

"... Jack?" Jack Frost looked away from the screen and said softly "... just keep watching North. You'll see.." North's eyes seemed to search Jack, this eyes filled with concern and worry.  Where was the mischief, fun-loving spirit that he had learned to know?

It seemed that even Jack Frost, has his inner demons.

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Aster was at the very lest, horrified, as his eyes remained glued to the screen.

Despite all of his years. Despite all of his battle experience and training, E. Aster Bunnymund has never seen a dead child. Despite all odds. He, or someone else would save the save the child in question. And they would always succeed.

In the ancient battle the light and darkness they, the light, would always clam victory and fight away the darkness in the end.

Until today.

On that day, they lost. And the worst part is? They didn't even know about it. For three hundred and plus years. They never knew about it! Hell, Aster wouldn't of believed them! He would demand evidence and logic to back it up. How dare they question him and his team?!

But how much evidence does one need when Jack's dead body was sinking into the lake before his very eyes.

After all. You cant save everybody. Even he knew it, but to see it with his own eyes...

He may of not bode well with the winter spirit. But Jack didn't deserve this...

And he never wants to see a child like that again. He never wants to see a child so young, being so still and so... silent. If he was honest with himself, it was the silence that disturbed him the most.

That, and how he could feel all the hope was slowly drained out of him and everyone in the room as Jack's body finally sank to the bottom. As realization drawn to them. Even the children, could understand the depth of the situation.

That Jack, the immortal child. Has... died.

At first, he thought that Jack was going to make it. He really did. That Jack did his deed and proved his worth. That in the nick of time, the man in the moon would once again play as the grand savior and swiftly pull him out of the lake before Jack would lose his finale breath.

So, he waited.

And he waited.

And waited...

But Jack was never saved. As the minuets ticked by, his life was slowly stuffed out, that Jack Overland died in that lake on that day. Jack Overland drowned in his favorite lake. The same. Lake. That Jack Frost lives by now.

The irony was sickly well placed.

Aster wouldn't of believed it. He would still think that he was alive... that he was just unconscious... He would've held on to that false hope.

But his ears heard otherwise, or, lack of. All of his life, Aster has spectacular hearing. He could hear so well that he could even hear the heart beats from all of those around him. One would think of it as annoying, but in a strange way it soothed him. A small, but steady reassurance and comfort. That it was instead a strange particular kind of music that was his and his alone.

To hear Jacks heart beat echo silence disturbed him greatly. And within seconds, shattered all of his hope for the boy's survival.

Him, the guardian of life and Hope and the guardian of childhood. Failed to save a child's life and lost all hope... This failure stood against what he was, who he is, and what he always will be...

What, a horribly twisted turn of fate.

*authors note*

To my sister. Who would never shut up about me finishing this story. And all for the better. Give her your thanks.