My Guardian

When I was younger, my father told me stories of the adventure he had with Santa, Tooth Fairy, Sandman, Easter Bunny and Jack Frost. He said they had stopped the Boogie Man from spreading fear throughout the world. And I believed him. I believed in the Guardians and the magic such figures provided to a young child. I suppose that as I grew older the magic faded, as expected. I lost interest in the stories as I came to realise that I was no longer a child. I need to be an adult for the sake of my family. My sister Ciara needed caring for, dad was always busy, mum had left when I was ten and Ciara was a baby. I had always thought she had left because dad kept trying to push the story of the Guardians on me as fact and not fiction when I stopped believing in Jack Frost.
As a sixteen year old, I find myself losing my ability to believe, not just in the Guardians, but in myself. I need to find out who I am and what I’m supposed to do, or I’ll become a single blade of grass in a field of normal society, never to experience anything. As Santa himself asked me, “What is Belle Bennett’s centre?”
---A story of adventure, love, hopes, dreams, wonder and memories. From the views of Belle Bennett and Jack Frost. A Rise of the Guardians sequel---