Ok, so here the first chapter of my reprised story. I am changing Sian's name to be more in line with her organs and the lady of the lake legends. And I am also starting at a younger age than before. According to research the earliest childhood memory it from age 3, so that is where I am starting. And bear with me here, three year olds are not my strong suit in writing, but I deal with them a lot so hopefully the writing I do for it will be accurate. And as before regular print is Guardians and italics is memories. Also I need to inform all of my pervious readers of this story that when i get the first chapter up for this I will be taking down my second book was to avoid confusion with any new readers I get. Please enjoy. And any new readers I do get with this story, please don't pay mind to the parts above that make no sense, its not necessarily important to you as your reading after the fact.

I still don't own RotG

Jack stared at the golden canister in his hands, occasionally turning it over, but really just thinking. Tooth had informed him that the memories contained in the canister led right up to his death, every little detail of his past life was in that golden box. Problem was he wasn't sure he wanted to look, at least not as sure had he had been before. He was scared to learn what was contained in his thoughts. There must have been a reason Manny had locked his memories away, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know that reason. All the other spirits he had met so far all had their memories perfectly intact, but his weren't. And Jack was scarred to find out why.

The guardians all stood by and watched as Jack fought the battle with himself on whether he should open his memories or not. North looked from member to the next, "What should we do?" He asked with concern, drawing the others attention, "He's been staring at the canister for three hours." He was right, it had been hours since Jack had been handed the canister by the tooth fairy. And yet he was still just turning it in hands and looking at it with his brows furrowed.

Tooth looked back at Jack and then to the group before flying over to the teen. She floated gracefully down and placed her tiny hands on his shoulder for comfort. "Jack, you don't have to go into your memories alone if you don't want to."

Jack finally looked up with a confused and tired look, "What do you mean?" He asked as he set the canister aside.

Tooth sighed, looking over at the others who had appeared to have walked up to join them. "Well, if you say it's okay, we," she gestured to the rest of the guardians, "can go into your memories with you." She explained.

Jack looked down at the ground, "It's not that I'm scared to go alone, I'm scared of what I might find out." He admitted quietly as he kept his eyes trained on the floor. "I can't help but wonder why Manny would keep my memories from me." He had been asking himself that question since he first got a glimpse of the memories during the battle with Pitch. What was so important about them that he couldn't see what they held? So important that he didn't even know he had them?

"Well mate," Bunny spoke up as he grabbed the canister and looked at it with a scrutinizing gaze, "there's only one way to find out." He finished as he tossed the canister to Jack. "It's your choice on whether or not you want to go alone, but you should go."

Jack looked at the object that could answer all the questions he's ever had for a moment longer, before looking back at Tooth. "How can I have you come with me?" He asked nervously. Tooth smiled and floated over to the boy before placing her hand in his and reaching towards Bunny. Taking the hint all the Guardians one by one interlocked hands and looked at Jack, waiting for him to open the canister. Jack took one last fortifying breath before touching the canisters top and watching the pattern separate engulfing them all in a bright flash of blinding white light. The sensation of falling overtook all of them as they were cast into the memories of the winter spirit.

It was a cold winter morning, snow covered the ground and caused a still silence to befall the forest. The trees lay bare of any and all leaves and color, brown streaks across an otherwise white landscape. Suddenly the serine quite was broken by that of a child laughing accompanied by the deep chuckles of an older gentleman. Suddenly a small brown haired boy ran in front of the scene closely followed by what can only be assumed was his father. The little boy laughed as he turned and threw a snowball at his father, landing a blow straight to the head.

The older man shook the snow out of his chocolate brown hair and spoke with a booming voice, "You dare to throw a snowball at me?" He asked in mock anger, "I shall make you pay for that transgression!" He finished before running up to the small boy and picking him up before falling backwards in the snow, the laughing child still clutched in his arms. He rolled over so the boy was on the ground and starting poking at his side, tickling him till he begged for mercy.

The child erupted in laughter and tried swatting his father's hands away, twisting and turning to get out of his grasp. Though the laughter and gasps of air his pleads flowed freely, "Please, please, please, please!" He said through tears of joy, "Stop, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no." Finally his father stopped is attack and picked the boy up in his arms, hugging him closely to his chest.

The man set the boy down on the ground and adjusted his brown cloak before brushing the snow out of his hair. "We should get back your mother will have dinner ready any minute now." The man said gently, the boy nodding and taking his father's hand to be led away. "We'll come back out and play some more tomorrow, okay Jack?" He asked.

"Otay." Jack replied in his little voice laced with happiness.

"Aww" Tooth gushed, "look at how cute you were!" She squealed, hugging Jack.

"Yeah man, What the heck happened?" Bunny asked clapping his hand down on the teens shoulder. Tooth glared at Bunny and swatted his hand way, "What?" Bunny asked defensively, "Someone had to say it." He snorted. Jack rolling his eyes, keeping his gaze glued to the scene playing out before him.

The two walked calmly through the cold snow towards a small village and the house on the far edge of the little civilization. when they walked through the threshold of the humble abode they were greeted with the gentle call of a women, "Harold is that you?" The women asked.

"Yes, it is us, Sarah." Jack's dad responded shutting the door behind him. "It smells great darling." He said as he walked into the kitchen and hugged his wife from behind. She laughed when he rested his head on her shoulder and his mustache tickled her neck. "What are you making?"

"Beef stew," Sarah said, "now can you please make sure that your son doesn't run away like last night?"

"Yes dear." Harold said in a mocking tone. She scoffed and slapped his retreating shoulder as he laughed, trying to duck out of her reach. Harold went out into the main area of the home to see his son making his way towards the door.

"Jack." The man said warningly, causing the small child to freeze with his hand hovering on the door handle. He slowly turned to look at his father innocently, "What are you doing Jack?" Jack looked back and forth between his father and the door which his hand was still hovering on, he shrugged his shoulders and looked at the ground. His father raised his eyebrows and nudged his head towards the kitchen, "Why don't you help your mother with dinner?" He said sternly. Jack grumbled adorably before shuffling off to the kitchen his father shaking his head and smiling lovingly at his son.

The boy entered the kitchen and walked up to his mother and tugged on her dress as a way of asking what he can do. Sarah looked down at her mop headed son in amusement. "Jack dear why don't you go and set the table for dinner, hmm?" She asked sweetly, the boys head bobbing up and down as he rushed to get the table set. Moments after jack had finished setting the table his mom came with the pot full of stew and set it in the middle of the table and started ladling the chunky liquid into the bowls. Jack hopped eagerly into his seat and awaited his father and mother to say he was allowed to eat. After the food was all served and the family seated his father said a quick prayer and then they started to eat. Jacks parents busily talked about something about expanding the colony. Jack clearly wasn't interested in that at his age so he busied himself with stuffing as much food in his mouth as humanly possible.

"Did you hear that Jack?" His mother asked, drawing him out of his food. At the blank stare he gave her she laughed and repeated what had been said, "Your father said that when the expansions for the colony get here you'll have some new children to play with, isn't that exciting?" She asked explained smiling at her son who merely shrugged his shoulders and went back to eating. Sarah sighed and looked back at her husband with a worried look in her eyes. Noting that Jack wasn't really paying attention to his parents she addressed her husband, "He doesn't get excited about making friends, he doesn't even try to play with the other kids currently here, what are we going to do with him?" She asked worriedly.

"Relax Sarah." Harold replied light-heartedly, "He's only three years old, he's not in a state of wanting friends as much as the older kids, he's completely normal for his age." Her husband said looking back at the boy who currently had a huge spoonful of stew hovering infant of his opened mouth looking confused. "Go ahead and eat Jack, your mother is just being irrational." His wife glared at him before dropping the subject.

The rest of the dinner carried on without much conversation and afterwards Jack's father carried him to his room and tucked him in to bed.

The Guardians all looked at Jack, who had tears welling up in his eyes, "You had a good family." North spoke softly, "But this isn't over yet, and you better be prepared for this to be painful." In a way, all of the guardians envied Jack for not having any memories, having to live with the life you were forced to leave isn't the most fun thing ever. But none of them were going to tell the teen that they wanted him to learn who he was from the start. "Maybe we should take a break and continue this tomorrow?" he asked.

Jack nodded his head, "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea." Jack responded. He lifted the canister still in his hands and touched the cover again. In another bright flash of light the memory disappeared. Jack fell to the floor in the workshop and stared blankly at the patterns on the floor, the others looking at him in concern.

"Mate," Bunny said drawing the attention of the teen, "you don't have to continue with this if you don't want to." He said kneeling down next to the distraught boy. "I mean if you continue you will have to live with what you see."

Jack took a shaky breath and looked at the Easter spirit, "No, I have to do this." He responded with a solid voice, "I have waited three hundred years to find out who I am -was- and I am not backing out now that I have the chance to see all of it." He hardened his face and look back to the others, "Tomorrow I'm going back in." He decided.

The others look from one another and back at Jack, "Then we're going with you." Tooth said, the others nodding in agreement. Sandy held two thumbs up and smiled a huge smile at Jack. Jack smiled back at his fellow Guardians and nodded his head decisively.

Okay, so theres that. I will leave this out for a few days before deleting my second book. And I'm only deleting it because i don't want to confuse new readers. Now my goal is to have the next chapter up by the end of the week. Thank you all so much for reading and please read and tell what you think.

Until next time my lovelies, the Freak is out of here