A Book of ROTG Oneshots

The Curse of Age

I don't own Rise of the Guardians

This is dedicated to: floppylamb12 and Hiccstrid121315

The Curse of Age – A ROTG Oneshot

Jack's POV

I smile at the antics of the other Guardians. It hasn't been long since we defeated Pitch. Less than three months actually.

It has been good during this time – mostly.

With a laugh, I look over to the wall. A wall that has a calendar located on. It helps North remember what date it is. Actually, all of the guardians have a calendar. They help us all.

I check the date.

I do a double take when I see what day it is. How? How can it be the eighth day of July? Already? Just... how?

"North, is it really the 8th today?" I question.

"Ohh, yes." North nods looking at the calendar.

After careful consideration, I decide how to word this, "On the thirteenth, I will be preoccupied with other things. I will need to leave a few days earlier. A day or two earlier."

"Why is that?" Bunny questions looking up. "Why will ya be occupied?"

"Just busy with things I need to do." I easily reply with the truth manipulated slightly; okay, maybe a bit more then slightly.

"What things is that?" Bunny asks leaning towards me. "I thought that ya didn't have things you need to do."

I gain an exasperated look, though I manage to mostly conceal it. Normally, I can go off on my own without anyone knowing anything. Well, that was before the Man in the Moon made me a Guardian.

Now, I feel as if I am being watched every single second of every day.

It is almost like they expect me to try something. Like steal. Alright, yes, I used to steal... still do a bit. I believe that they know that as well. Though, I only steal food. Small amounts. Never much.

It is like they don't know that I can't actually grow any type of food to help me – ohh, wait, I haven't told them about that detail yet.

Instead of telling them any of that, I raise an eyebrow and voice, "You know that I am the Spirit of Winter. The Lord of Winter. I control winter, I create it. In some place around the world, winter is raging. Either starting or ending. I have to do my rounds to make sure it goes smoothly. Or didn't any of you think of all that?"

I'm only replied with wide eyes – alright, they didn't know that then.

"So, you go all around the world?" Tooth asks.

"Yes. Four times a year." I tell them, before creasing my eyebrows together in thought. "No, more than that. I need to bring winter, keep it going and help end it. So, I go around the world... sixteen times a year? Yea. Sixteen times!"

With some images, Sandy asks a question.

"No, I do it alone."

More images appear.

"Yes, alone. I don't have anyone who helps me. No, I don't have any Sprites."

"You don't?" North's eyes are staring at me. "But I thought..."