Gale of Memories

Chapter 12: The Titanic

Chapter 11: The Titanic

Jack winced when the next memory opened. Frost was upset. Jack had learned a long time ago that when his emotions ran rampant, so did his powers. He learned that after the...

"Oh, no..." He winced.

"What's wrong, Sweet Tooth?"

"Y-you'll see... This is 1912." He sighed. The other guardians shared looks of confusion.

"Guardians... Jack is 200 in this memory." MiM informed, causing the group to jump.

"Manny! Do not scare us like that!" North pouted.

"So why were you so upset?" Tooth asked, looking at Frost as he flew through the sky. He held his side like he was injured, and tears froze to his cheeks. A few stray tears that managed not to freeze entirely fell as snowflakes to the white earth below.

"Nothing too bad. Just Damian and his group again, that's all." Jack informed them.

"Nothing too bad?!" Bunny scoffed. "Considering what we saw last time, I'd say you're lucky to be alive." He glared off in the direction Frost had come from. "If I ever see those Summer Sprites again, I swear I'll show 'em just how terrifying a Pooka can be."

"Yeah! Nobody messes with my Sweet Tooth!"

"Guys, guys, calm down! There's really no need for that!" Jack chuckled. "I can fight him off, now. I'm a big boy."

"Nyet. We are needing to feel useful and protect you." North flushed.

"What he means to say, Frostbite, is that we weren't there for ya when we should've been. So let us be there for you now." Bunny amended.

"But... I can handle things on my own. I studied several fighting techniques from all over the world, and Damian gave me plenty of practice. I can hold my own in a fight, you know."

Frost eventually grew tired of flying blindly in his pain and anger. Damian's voice echoed as Frost recalled what had been said. "Nobody likes winter. You can just go die for all we care. In fact, the world would celebrate!" The Summer Sprite's laughter echoed.

"N-No, you're wrong! Winter is necessary!" Frost's voice protested, but he sounded unsure.

"Winter is, but you are not. Nobody likes you. Nobody cares about you. You are unnecessary, unneeded, unwanted. You cause a mess wherever you go! You're a murderer who covers up the blood on his hands with laughter and immaturity! Honestly, how you ever became a seasonal sprite, I'll never know."

"I'm a spirit, not a sprite." Frost protested.

"Ha! You don't even know the difference?! A Sprite is someone who helps spread a season or concept. A Spirit is born of that season, and is essentially a representation or personification of that season or concept. Like how Santa is the Spirit of Christmas, or the Easter Bunny is the Spirit of Hope. If those concepts die, then so do they. You on the other hand are a Sprite. You have no concept. No core."

"You're wrong... I'm the Spirit of Winter." There was silence for a moment as the Summer Sprites took in the sudden information.

"Damian... I think he's tellin' the truth... I mean, even the wind listens to him." Another voice said.

"Tch... Spirit of Winter, huh? So you're even more of a monster than we first thought. Freak." Damian spat. "That just means that you should die sooner. You really shouldn't have told us that. Now everyone is going to be after your head. Not just us. Because the last Spirit of Winter tried to freeze over the world. You're too dangerous to let live. Nobody can handle an entire season on their own. It's impossible! Each season has hundreds of sprites and spirits to help spread out that burden, but you? You've got nobody. Winter sure is the lonely season, isn't it? Mark my words, boy. One day, your season will drive you mad, and when you finally snap and go insane, you'll kill the world. So it's nothing too personal... I'm just going to kill you to protect everyone, that's all."