Heya! This is my second fanfiction about ROTG, and it takes place in 2016! I hope you enjoy, please review!

It was Christmas Eve, my two younger siblings-Celine and Johnny-and I were spending the holidays at our grandparent's house. I sat by the fire, half-listening to our grandpa tell us all about the story of how St. Nick became Santa. I had heard this story at least 100 times by now—he had been telling it to them pretty much every day lately—and I was pretty much done with it. You'd think that my siblings would be over the whole 'Santa' thing by now, Celine being 11 years old and Johnny being 9, but they haven't. It was all because of that stupid 'Rise of the Guardians' movie that came out in 2012, 4 years ago. Celine and Johnny insisted on buying it, and ever since then, I have been listening to Celine trying to get me to believe in Santa, the Easter Bunny, Sandman, the Tooth Fairy, and most importantly, Jack Frost.

I stared out the frosty window. Snow was falling gently over our front lawn. And it was caused by nothing but frozen water molecules in the air, I thought practically. Not some guy named Jack. I was 15, and all my little beliefs in mythical people like that had ended when I was 5 year old—I had seen my mom placing gifts under the Christmas tree and my dad hiding the Easter eggs.

"Destiny?" Celine waved her hand in my face, breaking into my thoughts. "Dest—"

"What?" I cut her off with a glare.

"We have to go upstairs now. It's time for bed!" she said in a sing-song voice. "Come on!" she called, racing up the wooden staircase.

I rolled my eyes and followed my peppy little sister, Johnny on my tail.

"Do you like that story?" he asked me quietly.

I glanced at Johnny. "I've heard it too many times," I answered him briskly.

"Oh."

We began to walk in silence.

"But… you like Santa, right?" He questioned slowly.

I didn't really want to burst his bubble, so I answered it as calmly as I could. "I like Santa," I began, "But the stories are getting annoying."

"But you believe in Santa… I hope you do! You'd better, because he'll keep you safe AND give you presents tomorrow, on Christmas!" the little boy squealed. He raced a few steps ahead of my and onto the 2nd floor of our grandparent's home. "Race you!" With that, my little brother sprinted down the hall and into the bedroom the three of us shared.

Grinning, I darted after Johnny, the awkward and rather annoying conversation left behind us.

I was fast asleep I bed when I heard a scream. My heart skipped a beat and I jumped out of bed. Johnny and Celine were clutching each other, their eyes huge.

"Oh my gosh!" Celine whispered, Johnny echoing her.

I raced over to their side of the room. "W-What happened? Is anybody hurt? Did someone—"

Celine put her hand over my mouth. "I-I saw… Santa! And Jack Frost!"

Johnny elbowed her. "We saw Santa and Jack Frost!" his green eyes widened and he stared up at me. "I can't believe it! Jack Frost waved to us! Santa flew right by our window!"

I just about exploded. "You've got to be joking with me!" I exclaimed. "You wake me up with a horrific scream, and I think something actually important happened! But NO! It had to be something stupid! You just scared me for no reason at all!" I realized I had been yelling. Thankfully, the house was big enough so that none of the adults could hear me.

Celine's eyes widened and she gasped, staring out the window. "Jack is still there! Look!"

I glanced at the window, seeing nothing. "There is nothing there! There is no such thing as Jack Frost, or Santa! Okay?!"

"But he is there… open the window! I think he's saying something!" Celine trilled, ignoring me.

Johnny and Celine rushed past me and unlocked the window.

I fought the urge to yell at them again. Maybe if they see that they can't hear anyone out there, they'll realize that the Guardians don't exist! I decided, relieved. But my relief faded as they began to talk to the air outside the window. They… my siblings have problems, major problems!

"Huh? No, she doesn't believe. I always try to get her to believe, but I can't," Celine was saying.

"S—She likes Santa though," Johnny added.

There was a moment of silence where apparently the air, or 'Jack Frost' was talking.

Celine sighed. "Please… can you?"

More silence. Apparently 'Jack Frost' was talking.

"Facts, solid facts… ooh! I've got it!" she began to whisper to the air. I could no longer hear what she was saying.

I stared at my Celine and Johnny, who currently looked as if they had a mental condition. They continued to whisper to the air for several more minutes.

"Yay!" Celine and Johnny suddenly exclaimed in unison.

Celine jumped up and down. "Thanks so much! We will always believe, we promise."

"Yes, we promise!" Johnny grinned. "Thank you, Mr. Frost!"

With that, the conversation ended and Celine closed up the window. They turned around to face me, looking a bit sheepish.

I narrowed my eyes. "You two have problems," I muttered.

Celine and Johnny just shrugged and gave each other a high-five.

"No we don't," Celine chirped, skipping back into her bed.

Johnny jumped into his bed, and the room was silent once more.

I sighed and walked back into my bed, suddenly overwhelmed with tiredness.

I was dreaming. I was in a dark room, with no signs of any life. Curious, I began to explore the room. The sound of footsteps behind me made me freeze in surprise.

"Don't believe in the Guardians, eh?" a creepy voice asked me.

"You have got to be kidding me!" I groaned, turning to see two glowing gold eyes.

"What is there to kid about? It was just a question," the voice said.

I folded my arms, ignoring the questions as I suddenly recognized the voice. "Dreams are weird. You hear the word 'guardian' more than once in a day and you end up dreaming about the characters from the movie!" I complained.

"And that is just coincidental?" the voice wondered mockingly. "How many times has this happened?"

I thought for a moment, eyebrows furrowed. "Often, quite often. They are really stupid dreams most of the time, though."

"How so?"

"They just are," I answered.

"It's funny how blind you are. Do you know who I am?" the voice chuckled.

I rolled my eyes. "Yes. You're Pitch from the move 'Rise of the Guardians'. What else?"

The voice snickered some more. "Ever wondered if it was more than just a movie?"

"Great, you sound like my sister. Now I know this is a dream. But to answer your question, no."

"Well, that was all I needed to know," the eyes began to fade away. "Merry Christmas and Happy Nightmares!" The voice began to laugh until it completely faded away.

The dream ended just like that, and my found myself staring at the ceiling, with my alarm glowing 4:42am.

Johnny and Celine were fast asleep, so I didn't bother to wake them up as I crept downstairs to the Christmas tree. Believer or not, it was still fun to do. My name was on a few small presents like always, but the larger gifts like bikes were for Celine and Johnny. It always was that way. I eyed my presents. In my family, you were allowed to open one small gift such as a small package before the rest of the family wakes up. One package, glittering with gold, caught my eye. It had my name written on it with brilliant penmanship, but there was no 'from' or return address. I slowly opened it, pulling out a ruby necklace. The ruby was real, I could tell because I had taken a summer class about rocks and crystals. The ruby was large and gorgeous with a wisp of gold in the middle. I reached into the package again, pulling out a note. It said:

'Dear Destiny,
We believe it is time that you just stop and listen to the world around you. You may find something that you never thought was possible. We hope you like the necklace; please make sure that you don't lose it. By the way, look on the back of it, if you haven't already. Thank you.'

I narrowed my eyes at the letter, confused. In my hand I gripped the necklace and turned it over. There were words engraved on the back of the ruby. It said: 'Believe.'

I stared at it for a moment. "Believe?" I whispered.

'Believe in the Guardians, Destiny!' My sibling's voices echoed in my head.

I stared at the necklace, deep in thought when a voice entered my mind. It was the same, eerie voice from my dream. 'To believe, or not to believe? Your choice, Destiny, but why suddenly believe in someone after getting a gift from them? It could have been from anyone in the world and not from who you think gave it to you, you know,' it murmured.

I shrugged away the voice.

This wasn't the time to think about that. I clipped the necklace around my neck, unsure of what else to do with it. It was beautiful, and I loved it—why worry about beliefs now? It was Christmas for heaven's sake! I began picking up the scraps from the package and placing them under the couch for further examination. I stopped as I heard footsteps from behind me. "Merr—" I began, turning around. No one was there. I took a deep breath and tried to ignore it. Merry Christmas?

Hm… what's going on there? Yeesh… I just realized that it's midnight here, oops! (this was not my best work, haha) Stayed tuned for chapter 2, and pleaseeeee leave a review! Thanks SO much for reading! :D
P.S. I completely disagree with Destiny's non-believing attitude, I would have believed in the Guardians in an instant. ;)