Jack was looking at your motionless body that had been placed on the bed of your room at North’s workshop, guilt and sorrow gnawing at him on the inside. This was his fault. He could’ve saved you had he been quicker, but here you were. Oh, how horrible he felt…! He felt tears sting his eyes, and he felt his body shake.
He slowly reached out and touched your cold, pasty white hand softly. “I… I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry…” He couldn’t bring himself to save your name, in fear of him falling apart and breaking down the second time today. He heard the door creak open but didn’t bother to see who was there.
“Jack…” said the person behind him. They walked closer to Jack before adding, “We’re having the funeral.”
“I know, North.”
“You don’t want to come?”
“I- I can’t. I can’t be there.” Jack knew that if he went, he would feel even worse. Yet, he felt as if he should go.
“She wouldn’t want you moping. Come. Do it for her.”
Jack pondered on this before sighing and giving your hand one last squeeze before leaving with North.
After they left, you were left behind on your bed. You were still dead, so you weren’t missing out on much; just your funeral. Not all that exciting, really. The moon shone down on your paper white skin, making your skin glow. By glow, it wasn’t in the metaphorical sense or figurative way. You were really, truly glowing. This was certainly not natural (more like supernatural, to be honest).
Your hand twitched a bit, and your cheeks started to regain some of the color it had lost. Your eyes fluttered open, and you gasped harshly. You jerked up and looked around to absorb your surroundings. You were back at North’s workshop. How had this happened? You were supposed to be dead! You vaguely remembered dying by the hands of Pitch. You had saved your family and friends’ lives too.
Now that you think about it, this was the most adventure you’ve had in your life since you had gone to Disney World. This was the most adventure you’ve had in your life, period.
You inspected your hands. Yup, they were yours. Ears, eyes, feet, arms, hair. All here. That was good.
“I feel… weird.”
Your voice sounded weird. Perhaps it was because you had just awoken from the dead. That could be a factor in the fact that you sounded like a mixture of Kermit the Frog and a smoker.
Just then, you heard a voice speaking to you. Not at all creepy or strange in the slightest. “You have deemed yourself worthy as a Guardian. Your job is to bring springtime and serenity wherever you roam.”
This guy sure was straightforward and bossy. Who did he think he was? Your mom? Wait, who was he? Better yet, where was he?
“Um… hello? What’s the big idea?” you called out. No response. Rude. Hold on, where were the Guardians? Where was Jack? You sighed, standing up and falling on your face. It felt as if you had forgotten how to walk. You groaned before picking yourself up and leaning on the nearest object which just so happened to be the wall. You continued to reteach yourself to walk, dance, and skip-skip-skip-to-my-Lou.
After assuring yourself that you could walk without hurting yourself or anyone near you, you opened the door and peeked out cautiously. Although it was dark and pitch black, you saw some lights shining from the area that had the huge globe. This was slightly odd to you. You walked down the hall and saw that the Guardians, elves, and yetis were huddled together. Were they summoning something or someone? Sacrificing something? Having a pow-wow? The list of possibilities goes on and on.
You approached them with caution, trying your hardest not to be rude. You stood at a distance before clearing your throat quietly and shouting, “Hey howdy hey!”
Everyone in the room turned to you in utter shock and surprise. Bunny’s face was a mixture of fear and surprise while North looked more dumbfounded. Tooth and Sandy had faces that read ‘Dear Lord, what is happening?’. Jack just looked confused. A yeti fainted. In this moment, you wished you had a camera with you. You laughed. “I’m just as surprised as you guys, to be honest.” You saw Jack approach you slowly as if he were in a trance. You raised an eyebrow in confusion but said nothing. When he was at an arm’s length away from you, he pulled you in a tight embrace. From the way he held you, it was as if you would disappear if he let go. You smiled and returned the hug, feeling at ease for the first time tonight.
“You’re here,” he murmured, his voice quavering as he buried his face in your neck. You nodded.
“I’m here,” you whispered, reassuring him of your presence.
“Don’t leave me ever again.”
“I don’t plan on it.”