Rise Of The Brave Tangled Dragons

Introduction

Jack.

When I joined the Guardians, when I defeated Pitch, I thought everything would be different. I thought that people would start believing, that I would be seen again.

But, no.

Defeating Pitch was no help whatsoever. Since there was nothing for me to do until Winter, there was no reason for people to believe in me. I tried, I really did. In winter, I would start the most catastrophic snowball fights. I would create giant slopes of ice to sled down. I created snowstorms so kids would get to miss school.

I tried my absolute hardest, but no one saw me. No one heard me. I was alone.

The rest of the guardians had more important things to do, so we never really talked. The one person I would talk to would be North, but that was only around Christmas when he would ask me to make sure it was a white Christmas. I only talked to little tooth, the fairy I saved from Pitch, but I made her promise not to tell the Tooth fairy.

So years went by, and still no one believed. The kid who helped us defeat Pitch tried to convince everyone I was real, but no one believed him. Eventually, he stopped believing himself.

So here I was, alone. I had hours of time on my hands, and I spent them training, learning to understand the ice in the way it understands me. Soon after, I no longer needed my staff, but was very fond of it, so kept it to use as a sort of weapon. I was able to fly, can create ice with my own hands, and had a home all to myself, a little room in the North Pole. People thought I was happy, so turned their backs and helped others who needed help.

But no one knew the fact that every night, I would sneak out. Far away from the North Pole. Far away from Tooth Palace. Far away from Bunnymund's Warren. Far away from the night sky where Sandy would be. I would often sit on a window sill, or a tree branch or rooftop.

And just cry at the hopelessness of it all.