Hello, Fanfiction! Here's my first ever story with Rise of the Guardians. I'm really excited about how this will come out. After seeing the movie, and Jack and Pitch's relationship, I felt like this had to be done. I just fell in love with the pairing, even though I told myself I wouldn't. It's the only pairing in the ROTG fandom I support. Also, this is MY interpetation of Jack.
Anyways, here we go. One warning: This story has male on male sex in later chapters and can get rather kinky, so if you're a homophobe, then you shouldn't be reading this.

And so what if I like age gap ships? There's nothing wrong with that.

Cerulean waters shimmered and glowed from the streak of bright and silvery moonlight bathing the lone silhouette in a gentle caress, almost seeming to soothe the boy's twitching form as he struggled to open his eyes...

The forest was filled with a peaceful serenity and the silence wasundisturbed as nothing stirred within the dense snow covered trees that stood tall and proud in the cold night. Ice had turned to slush that had long since melted into the ground, the soil damp and cold. A long narrow path led straight down to a wide open frozen lake, the turquoise colored water shining brightly underneath due to the brightness of the moon's soft embrace.

Suddenly the silence was shattered as a small crack resounded through the area, growing larger and the sound louder as it quickly spread, large chunks falling and drifting into the water. A figure lunged out of the water, desperately gasping and wheezing for breath as he scrambled on shore. He doubled over on all fours and coughed violently, trying to rid his lungs as much of the freezing water as possible.

He was absolutely confused and terrified at his predicament; how had he got here? Jack noticed his hands and feet..hell, his entire body was numb and he waited a second for his body to go into shock, but nothing happened...His bright blue eyes widened and he rose shakily to his feet and stumbled away, shaking his head in disbelief. This couldn't be happening! This couldn't be real, right? He took a trembling breath and then forced himself to calm down as he started to pace around in front of the lake.

Think, c'mon, think..what happened before?

Jack did his damnedest to recall anything, but it was almost as if his mind was wiped completely clean.

"I..I can't remember..." Realization then struck him."..I can't remember anything!" Jack's panicked voice echoed through the forest and fell on his knees, shaking.

He felt a scream bubbling up from within his throat and at that moment, he just wanted to scream and scream and never stop. He choked on his words and a small whimper escaped his lips as he tried not to focus on freaking himself out. Jack needed to think about what he knew so far, which was not much considering all he had to go on was he woke up in a frozen lake with no recollection of how he got there, and he couldn't feel the cold air on his skin at all.

"I need to know...what happened to me?"

Jack saw his shepherd's crook laying a few feet in front of him and pushed off from the ground to go retrieve it. Inside of feeling the solid forest floor, he felt air on the soles of his feet.

His gaze slowly panned from his waist to his body which was now just hovering inches from the ground."W-what…?" He spoke in a quiet voice as blinked down at his levitating body."I..I can fly…?"

This had to be some kind of weird dream. Humans of all creatures can't fly! Jack forgot he was in air as he made an effort to get away from…himself when his back met the bark of the tree. He slid down the base in a daze and sat there for a second, trying to clear his mind; stars blurred vision.

"Okay, make that another "what the hell?" moment on my list…"

After a few moments, the incredibly confused boy picked up his staff and slowly eased himself upright once more.

He needed answers and he needed them now. This was just ridiculously out there, so in fact that he was fully convinced this was all a dream. Jack pinched his arm and shut his eyes in hopes that when he opened them, everything would be back to normal.

Blue eyes snapped open and much to Jack's distress, everything was exactly the same. He was still in the forest in the dead of night, confused beyond belief.

With a sigh, he started through the forest on foot because he was a bit nervous about flying again. The woods grew thicker around him as walked deeper into the freezing air, which he didn't even feel for reasons unknown.

That's when he saw a lone village off in the distance and he started toward the lights determined to get some answers. There weren't many people around, but that didn't matter to him as he approached a little boy who looked to be about five.

"Hey, can you tell-"

And that's when it happened. The child ran right through him, like he was some kind of ghost. He stared after the boy in shock, and then made a hasty retreat back into the forest, alone.

Jack looked up at the moon..the moon...his creator, the one who had created him for something.

The man in the moon.

He had but a single question to voice.

"...Why?"

The teen spent his days alone and isolated from everyone, watching in sadness and confusion as person after person just passed through his body. And as people did pass, time passed as well. Over the years, he watched the world develop and change. It didn't matter to him; he knew change was inevitable anyhow.

But one thing never changed for the young man.

His lonely nature.

The loneliness was staggering and Jack wished he knew why he couldn't be seen and why he was cold to the touch. Days turned into months, and months turned years. Miserable ones at that. How much time had even passed since he was awakened? As of now it was three hundred years of bitter pain and sadness. And it would continue on like that.

But Jack eventually learned to cope with his situation and spent most of his time using his staff to create intricate designs of snowflakes on trees and he created little animated statues out of animals out of ice, which he had to admit was pretty cool. Another activity he enjoyed doing was playing pranks on people, such as dumping snow and ice on people and their belongs, laughing at them when they would look around in utter confusion.

He had no idea why, but he now found snow simply beautiful and Jack used it as a source of comfort when he'd start to feel bad.

Since Jack could not be seen, he had no use of money or other such things. But he still needed to eat, sleep, and do all the normal activities that a mortal did in their everyday lives.

All but one.

He couldn't die. Well, not again since he tectonically was dead now. Immortality came at a price, but not much of one. It didn't come to a shock to him as soon as he figure it out. Perhaps because nothing surprised him anymore.

Jack lounged lazily high up in a tree with his staff leaning against the large trunk. The ice spirit placed his arms behind his head and directed his attention towards the sunset off in the distance. He was content with the way he was right now. No worries, no responsibilities, he could do what he wanted when he wanted, where he wanted.

He was about to fall asleep, when that one question started in his mind again. It made him feel on edge, nervous, scared...

What's my purpose? Jack knew he hadn't been graced with this gift by random, there just had to be something more going on.

He slumped against the hard bark and sighed to himself, all of a sudden feeling uneasy. He continued to gaze at the many mix of bright colors which were supposed to fill someone with warmth and comfort.

But it was just another reminder that he was alone for the night and no one could see him. Was there anyone like him out there? Could there be? Would they know who he was? These questions never ceased in his brain as he yanked the hoodie of his jacket over his white hair and shut his eyes.

"Who…or what am I?"

Next chapter: Jack does some digging around in the library to see if they have any answers on mythical beings