First things first; I'm so sorry I've been such an arse and not updated for months- I've been rather busy with exams so I haven't been able to update or write at all- I really am sorry my dears :(((

Also another apology that this chapter is pretty crappy; I struggled with it for some reason and wrote it about 5 times, and am still not happy with it :(

Anyway I hope you all enjoy and once again I'm really really sorry for being so late updating :(

Chapter 5- That's not for me

"Jack Frost" that was the first thing he ever heard, the first thing he remembered, and that was 300 years ago. A tall skinny boy of around 18 circled a small lake in the small town of Burgess, everywhere his bare feet touched, frost curled into the grass. He didn't seem to have a purpose with his trip around the ice covered lake, but his pale face was screwed up in thought. The boy sighed and squatted by the lake, leaning on the twisted staff he always carried with him. The dark, wooden staff was crooked at the end, and coated in a thin layer of frost; making it seem to sparkle in the moonlight, the boy seemed to clutch to it as if it was a part of him, and in this case it was. He stared down into the lake, to see a face with pale skin, ice blue eyes and snow white hair stare back at him. The boy ran a pale hand through his messy locks, he'd given up keeping it neat after he realised no one could see him. He was just an invisible spirit, alone, with out a friend in the world. He always came here when he felt particularly lonely, like tonight, it was his one memory- the place he came from, where he learnt his name. He stood, staring up at the moon, the distressed look that had plagued his handsome face vanished, now is was replaced with a look of anger; "You put me here!" The boy cried at the silvery orb "at least tell me why..." The moon just looked down at him, it's silvery light tracing the frosted patterns of his blue hoodie illuminating them in the night. Not a word was spoken as the two stared at each other. Tears, started to fill the corners of the boy's ice blue eyes; "YOU LEFT ME HERE!" he screamed at the sky, tears pouring down his face "YOU LEFT ME HERE WITH NO ONE! YOU MADE ME ALONE!" He fell to the floor pulling at his hair in distress "I just..." He looked back at the moon "I just want a friend that's all I ask...please" He stared back at his knees "I just want a friend". As the boy sobbed quietly to himself, he was unaware of the eyes that watched him from a bush behind. North, Bunnymund, Sandy and Tooth knelt in the frost covered branches, staring and the crumpled teenager. Tooth's lavander eyes were filled with tears, which were trickling slowly down her beautiful face. The other Guardian's faces held similar emotion to their companion, all filled with distraut and upset. North looked up at the moon and sighed; "why Manny? Why must the bit suffer?" He mummered to himself before turning to the small golden man beside him. "Do it" Sandy nodded mournfully before cunjouring up a large ball of dream sand from thin air. He gave one helpless look towards the giant rabbit beside him, but recieved no notice. The Easter bunny's eyes were fixed on the young boy, the green orbs filled with a brotherly affection that had never been seen before today. The Sandman breathed out heavily before drawing back his arm and the dream sand ball, the little man let one solitary golden tear fall before launching the ball towards the ice teen. The last thing Jack saw, before he passed out, was the moon.

Jack found himself in a wood. It was an usual sight for him as the trees were coated in fresh, green leaves, rather than the normal glimmering frost that he usually made. Jack surveyed his surroundings. He was in an unknown area, but from the sucluded atmospheres he could safely deduce he wasn't in Burgess anymore. "Better see if there's a way back home" he muttered making his way through the thicket. Birds chirped as he continued his walk, but it wasn't random tweeting like usual. It was a specific tune, a beautiful melody that automatically drained Jack from the anxious feeling he had been experiencing. As he pushed foreword he heard a voice: a girl's voice. She was singing. A perfect duet with the birds, filled the woods as Jack broke into a run heading towards the voice. As he got nearer the girl's words became more and more understandable: "... Let your power shine, make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine..." Finally, after what seemed like hours, Jack burst through the trees into a clearing. The music had stopped now and he was panting, drenched in sweat from the sudden burst of energy, Jack looked up and scoured the area. Three figures stood ahead of him, they weren't human. More like holograms of people, coloured silhouettes of three teens that looked around his age, well in appearance, these kids didn't look 300 years old. Two of them were female, whilst one was male. The male was a little fellow, rather scrawny looking but he held a strong determined stance, a Viking shaped helmet sat on his head and one of his feet were missing, replaced by an odd contraption. His silhouette was a dark green, contrasting nicely with the figure next to him. This girl was depicted in a fiery orange, her stance was bold and her outline was obscured by a bow and quiver that had been swung over her shoulder. Her head seemed to be a flaming ball of fire- this girl obviously has a lot of curly hair, the ice spirit thought as he turned to the last figure. A pink girl with even more hair than the previous. Long and straight, her hair flowed behind her- the end disappearing into the trees behind. Her stance, sturdy like the others, suggested she was probably stronger than she looked, in her hand she held, for some bizarre reason, a frying pan. Did this girl cook a lot? Jack was very confused. Did this mean something? He circled the figures hoping for answers, any answer to help him understand this. As he gazed more intently at the pink girl he noticed that the figures were made up of much smaller images; The pink girl was made up of pink silhouettes- towers and suns filled most of her figure, with the occasional frying pan. Paintbrushes and flowers made up parts of her silhouette, her companions were structured in the same way; the boy was made up of dragons and leaves, viking helmets and books also made up his figure. The final girl had horses and bows and arrows covering her person. apples and swords were also present on her body. It was beautiful the way all the images linked together to make up each person was expertly done, Jack could only stare. The images also seemed to move around the figure's shapes, twisting and turning around their features. Jack was in awe, he wanted to touch them, just be near them, the boy was drawn to them, like he was meant to be with them. Just one touch. That's when it happened; just as Jack reached out towards the pink figure, she suddenly moved. Jack fell back in surprise. His grip on his staff doubled as he backed away. The figure turned to him, delicate but faint features appearing on her face; large eyes, a kind smile and a cute small nose came into view. She crouched down to make eye contact with Jack, who was still on the woods floor, she smiled sweetly before saying, in a delicate echoing whisper "find us Jack, find your friends" Jack stared. "But I don't have friends, no one can see me.."

"We believe in you"

Jack was so stunned he barely noticed when he was being dragged away from the figures. When he finally did he called out and fought the mysterious force pulling him back "WAIT! Who are you? Where do I find you? Tell me!"

The figure straightened up and rose a small hand in farewell; "come to corona" he heard her voice say. As the figures slowly disappeared from view the hypnotising song from before started again, louder this time, filling the woods with it's melody as Jack was continually dragged away, presumably by nothing. As the wood darkened, quicker then natural, the bird humming the tune began to loose track turning back into the unchoreographed style the ice spirit was familiar with. As the scene turned completely black, Jack suddenly realised his eyes were closed, opening them he found himself blinded by the un welcomed winter sun. He groaned rubbing his eyes as he sat up. He was back in Burgess by the lake. Was the wood a dream? It can't of been he doesn't dream, he doesn't even sleep. He rubbed his temples in concentration. Was it finally a message from the moon? If so did this mean he has believers? The prospect excited Jack so much he started laughing and back flipping around the lake, a large grin pinned across his pale face. "I have believers, I have believers, I HAVE BELIEVERS!" Jack yelled at the top of his voice to the clear sky, joy filling his heart and soul. "Right" he declared to himself "I need to find them, where did the dream girl say she was?" Jack racked his brains. "Cornet? Corner? Corona? CORONA!" He leapt upwards, pounding his fists into the air in celebration. "I have to go right away!" He flew up into the air, ecstatic and joyful. Soaring through the air he just had one goal; getting to Corona. The ice teen suddenly stopped- he had no idea were on earth Corona was! "Moon almighty" he groaned scratching the back of his head. If he had no idea where he was going how did he suppose he'd get there? Jack ran his hand through his windswept hair thinking. If that girl had been more specific...suddenly the wind tugged at him causing him to jerk away from his thoughts. The wind never usually acted against him he mused, what was going on? He fought against the wind, but it was too strong pulling him eastward. "What the..?" He growled struggling frantically "you never act up like this what..?" He stopped struggling, so did the wind. A thought had suddenly occurred to him. " are you trying to take me to Corona?" He asked the wind, one eyebrow arched as he smirked. As if in reply the wind picked up, spinning Jack around and around in the air. Jack laughed "I'll take that as a yes then" he looked at the sun and smiled "take me to Corona wind"