I saw ROTG… IT WAS AWESOME. Anywho, it`s amazing how many people are shipping themselves with Jack Frost! I, personally, think he stays single. But Bunnymund is all mine. MINE! (Hisssssss…) Ha. Ha. (Ahem.) Anyways. Here`s the story, Hope you enjoy!

Bunnymund`s POV

Eleven years ago. Australian Outback.

I stood up, my back erect, and boldly looked over this land. My land. Australia.

I felt a grin flit across my face as the blistering sun dropped its burden of weight and fall past the horizon.

"Boy, nothing like home." I glanced past Uluru, which was where I was currently standing. A new sound entered the still air. "Ah, the tour bus." I sighed. "Slightly later than usual. Oh, well."

People scurried around, snapping photos or chatting. Some artists, hoping for inspiration, bought along their sketchbooks. The usual. Yet… something was very wrong.

A small child. Only reached my knee, but she appeared to be eight or nine. Puny little ankle biter, and I noticed a huge problem. She was unattended. No parents were around. No brothers or sisters. She didn`t appear to be with the class on a field trip. She had fiery red hair, but I caught streaks of chestnut woven naturally into it.

An eleven year old bent down to her and whispered something tauntingly. The little one stuck out her lower lip, glared at him, and kicked him in the shin. Wow. Feisty little ankle biter.

I listened to the old legend of how this place came to be, as the whisper of the wind carried it to me. I shortly disappeared into my Warren, painting eggs and sending them out to little kiddies all over the globe.

The tour bus left about ten minutes later, just as I finished my last egg. I popped out of my hole and listed to the peace, the quiet, the sound of… a sob?

I suspiciously glanced around, and my gaze landed on the ankle biter from earlier. "Oi," I blinked. She was huddled up in a small ball.

"Hey, ya little ankle biter." I knelt down. She looked up and sniffed. "You lost?"

She shook her head.

"You sad?"

She bit down on her quivering lower lip.

"You look scared."

Her hazel eyes threatened tears as she blinked quickly and nodded. The tear rolled down her cheek and splatted on the ground.

I hate seeing kids cry. "Hey, hey, hey. No crying." I gently demanded. "Where`s your mum?"

She pointed to a stick right behind me. I blinked. "A stick?"

She nodded and held open her little hand. Oh, I thought. She wants the stick.

I stretched behind me and gripped it in my hands. I held it out to her. She snatched it away and scraped away at the dirt. I was soon looking at an etching of something that looked like orange peelings piled up.

Huh. I squinted at it. Looks like the Sydney Opera house… OH! I nearly face palmed myself. Dumb moment.

"So, that`s where your mum is?" She nodded. "Where`s your dad?"

She scratched a cross.

I felt sympathy rise in my chest. "I`m sorry."

She stared down at the cross. Then she looked up at me.

"You want to get back to your mum?" I looked eye level with her. She smiled.

"Alrighty, hop on." I picked her up and set her tenderly on my back.

I left her at the hotel, and she soon left both my memory and me.

I never did know what happened to her.

Warren. Modern day.

I carefully patted my paintbrush over an egg. "There we are," I muttered to myself. "That one`s done, let`s hope Frostbite doesn`t ice out on us, eh?" I chuckled as I set the egg down.

Easter was swinging around quickly, and that was my last egg.

I was suddenly aware of something. I jumped out of the Warren and onto Uluru and noted the parade of green and purple lights in the sky, weaving like yarn through the atmosphere. Yep. This happened before. The Northern Lights. I stomped and headed for the North Pole.

Hope you enjoyed that, folks! Oh, I PROMISE, I`ll update my other stories tomorrow!

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