First Note: Welcome to my story! This is the first attempt that I'm going to do with making a long story. If there is any grammatical error, then it's all my fault. All the reviews are appreciated and let me know what you think. But please be gentle. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything of "Rise of the Guardians"

Update 01/10/17: English is not my first language, beta-reading done by the astounding Salty Candy. If you can; go to support his/her stories. Due to the hard work of hours wasted to accomplish this fixed.

Prologue.

The bright moon illuminated the midnight sky, accompanied by glittering stars above it. The clouds were almost non-existent, so the moonlight reflected majestically around the entire place. There were large layers of snow covering the ground and of the bark of trees. Trees of which were present in the forest that was to be found just at the side of the small village.

The said community was abundant in flora and fauna. The vegetation was present everywhere. It was hard to imagine that something so amazing would loom an unlikely danger. Majority of the animals that lived there were carnivores so it was common knowledge that the villagers had restricted the entry to the forest at night for the safety of their children and their own.

The little light that the moon had to offer caught the appearance of a tall stature among the trees. What seemed like a human figure walked through them to his unknown destination. Obvious features were observed just by looking at the person: white hair, striking blue eyes, and pale skin. The name of this young man was.. Jack Frost.

Jack Frost wasn't your typical rebellious teenager. In fact, he was neither rebellious nor a teenager. Although Jack appeared to be a kid around fourteen years old, he'd already been living for more than ten years with the same appearance, not able to experience growth at all. It had been like that ever since he had woken up and lived near the lake.

He was lost. He didn't have any family to return to nor a place to call home. Actually, he didn't know if he even had a family, the only thing he could remember was waking up in that lake and living there until this very day.

He was short of breath because of fatigue despite doing that routine every day; walking from the lake to the village, and back in an unending cycle. The fatigue wasn't completely physical at all. Lately, he felt so tired mentally.

At the start, he had lots of fun playing alone around the lake. Times passed and he slowly felt something was missing. A few years later, he soon found the resolve to seek the village for answers. Little did he know that it was a big mistake. He tried talking to the villagers and came to a horrific realization, he was invisible. He was left unseen and untouched by everyone and he didn't know why. He didn't understand why that only happened to him. Yet, he still tried. He tried a lot of things to confirm his existence, or inexistence rather, to no avail. To his grimace, he learned to accept the reality and gave up.

Deciding not to dwell on the negative, he now watches children play. He would always watch them have fun with a variety of games and then, at nighttime, follow them in their houses. He would watch them get tucked in their beds by their loving parents, kissing them goodnight before switching the lights off and leaving their room.

The last thing always generated a big pain in Jack's heart. Few tears formed in his eyes while he was getting closer to the only place that he can isolate from the world, a place where he could hide all his pain. He, too, wanted someone to greet him with a big smile every time when he got home, but of course, there was nobody. He made his way to the tree in which he always slept in and carefully climbed it. After he reached one of the highest branches, he settled as he could. Then, he looked up to the side. Looking at his only faithful friend, The Moon.

He felt serenity as he stared at the moon. He felt calm and relaxed for a few minutes until reality struck him again. He was alone. He lost all memory. He couldn't remember anything. Yet there was one thing he was well-familiar of: The feeling of emptiness.

He couldn't resist the tears. Within seconds, he began to moan uncontrollably. He embraced his legs tightly to hide his face. And with a broken voice, he whispered to himself, "I'm alone and I'll always be alone." He cried until he fell asleep; little did he know that fate was preparing something special just for him.