Full Summary: Pitch had been dealt with and hadn't been seen fore nearly ten years. During that time the world began to change now there was a war between the mortals. Jack ponder's his place in the Guardians. Pitch and his new allies are using that pondering to their use. What is their plan? What will happen to Jack? The Jack that we all know the real Jack? What secrets are in store for our heroes? Now the battle between good and evil has begun once again, only Jack doesn't know what side he's actually on.

Author's Note: Hey a Rise of The Guardian Fic! This isn't what I had in mind exactly, but it turned out alright I thought. It is a chapter story so if it seems to swerve off corse it will come to that later. Like I said It wrote itself. I was the mediator. So tell me what you thought. Feel free to look me up on Tumblr for updates under the same name as my pen name, also link on my profile. Disclaimer and Chapter away!
DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN THE RISE OF THE GUARDIANS. I DO OWN THE PLOT AND THE OC'S.

If you want to use my oc's for whatever reasons ask me first.

Jack Frost was the Spirt of Winter and the Guardian of Fun. Right now he couldn't see how anyplace in the world could be fun. A major war had broken out much like the last two but different. Time had created deadlier ways to fight. While it was his job to play with the children it was also his job to coat the battlefields with snow during winter. He wasn't fond of watching the battles rage on as he started to make snow flurries. At the beginning he had fun with timing his snow to make it look like the movies where the battle was done and snow congratulated the winners. Later as he saw how many more young men were dying and their bodies forgotten he had made his snow cover them up in an undisturbed slumber. Come the spring thaw he knew that there would be decaying bodies everywhere, those who were not found. Sometime he would fly back to a battlefield and see the pristine white of his snow turn crimson red with the blood of many.

No Jack Frost could not see the fun in this. Young boys play soldiers but they were young enough to still be naive about it. These men, most barely adults might've played soldiers at one time and were surprised that there was not just one major battle where none of your friends died and you marched home to a parade. No you lost many friends and sometimes they even died. There was no victory parade, there was a march as they placed yet another man into a grave while his widow and child cry, or as a mother and father watch as their son was buried before them.

Jack still played with the children whenever he could spare the time. He had to bring winter to the northern hemisphere and the earth wasn't small. Sometime he would leave the war zones and have fun in order to forget that there was a massive death toll and it was still climbing.

He had seen the other wars and they had been just as bad as this one. Three hundred years gave you a lot of time to witness many battles. After all he did visit europe frequently since they had a climate that was perfect for snow nearly all year around. He had seen the revolutionary war, and he would've fought in it had he not died before he could sign up. He had caused the harsh winter at Valley Forge nearly wiping out the Americans, he hadn't meant to, but he was still getting used to his powers then. He was lucky that they hadn't. The civil war was worse in many ways, he couldn't remember any terrible winters during that time. Had he finally learned his powers then? There were to many wars after that to keep straight. Too many bloodstained snow covered battlefields to count.

While he hated war he remember in the Great War that the night of christmas they had called a cease fire. While North had flown above he had cause a light snow to form making the night even more special. When the Second World War came he had no idea how terrible man could be. That's when he learned his powers were also connected to his emotions. The winters in that war were bad killing many men on either side. He knew that he should stop, he wanted desperately to fight but he couldn't so he just made it cold. Knowing that in away this would save people from horrors they could not imagine.

Jack noticed that his darkening mood was making the night colder and the fight was still raging on. Not wanting any more casualties. He caused a blizzard in order to obscure the two armies vision so they would have to stop the battle. Let them do as they would in this circumstance. He knew he should be heading back to North and possibly the others by now he stood up and leapt from the tree he was occupying. Having the winter winds catch him he began the flight to the north pole he used stronger winds to go faster occasionally causing some snow fall to pick up. He knew that the guardians were needed more during war time since fear was a constant.

Arriving at the workshop Jack opted to fly in using the window, not like he didn't do that all the time. As expected North was standing looking at the globe. Jack landed silently behind him looking at the globe as well, glad to see everyone light was still flickering on and there wasn't a major decrease.

"Do you think this war will be over soon?" Jack asked.

North was surprised, he hadn't heard the young guardian walk in, or fly in as was usually the case.

"I do not know. Best not to get involved with it, wars end, they always do. Wars are fought between men and we protect the children." North replied.

"I know that... but I can't help it." Jack responded.

"Jack." North began. "Regardless of the war we need to focus on the children. It will be harder. Now there's so much fear. We need to look out for Pitch, he'll surely try to return. The other guardians will be here soon."
Jack sighed. He knew that it was a mute point to bring up the war with the others. Like North said, their job was to keep the children safe. But could he not see that Santa, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, and the Sandman were figures of childhood. That's what their holidays were actually about. But winter, it effected everyone. The others didn't have to see the fights. They flew over the battles or traveled near and underneath them. But they weren't called upon three months of the year to cover dead bodies and cause death.

Jack may have been naive originally but he knew that he could kill with winter. He could kill more than any battle could hope to. He was the only one with a downside to their profession that was actually negative to anyone but themselves. Tooth had to be out every night collecting the children of the world's teeth. Sandy had to stay up every night and create pleasant dreams and couldn't talk. Bunny had to paint hundreds of thousands of eggs and deliver in one night. Santa had to keep himself in touch with the wants of every child in the world and had to keep track of who is naughty and nice.

Jack could kill. He created winter, sometimes it was mild but still people died from freak accidents that could really only occur during winter. He hated it. He had no negative effects to himself but he could kill an entire cities population by freezing their crops and causing to much snow. He had done it once before on accident early in his immortal life but the memory stayed with him.

"Jack!" Tooth called the moment she was in the door. Snapping Jack out of his musings. "Hey Tooth!"

"Have you been taking care of your teeth? Open up and let me see." She said not giving him that much of a choice. "They look perfect as always!"

"Yeah, you'd be up my case in a second if they weren't."

"Darn right I would!"

A flash of gold revealed Sandy. Jack waved to him and Sandy created pictures of a greeting. Jack went back to zoning out into his own little world of musing when the last guardian arrived.

"Hey its the kangaroo! Late as always." He smirked not bothering to open his eyes.

"Watch it frostbite." Bunny greeted back, lacking any real venom.

Jack frowned slightly, frostbite? He had seen a soldier die from it earlier in the week. He had gotten into a fight with North about something related to the war and winter and he had left causing a cold night and a bad blizzard. He hadn't realized at the time as cold didn't effect him anymore. He regretted doing that now.

"What's up?" Tooth asked noticing Jack's silence.

"Thinking." He answered. His mood soured now that he recalled that incident.

"About?" Tooth prompted.

They wouldn't understand. It wasn't their job but he felt himself lose it and he knew that if he didn't let his frustration go out now something deadlier would happen and he wasn't so sure he would be able to stop it. "If you must know, I'm sick of this war!"

"We all are kid." Bunny said. North merely sighed, North didn't understand Jack's issue with the actual war and not the children of the war.

"No, you're tired of the fear children are facing! I am too! But you don't see the soldiers out in the battlefields dying from an assortment of things! You don't have to see the battle only the children! I have to bring winter to the battlefields and everywhere else. You don't know what its like to leave someplace covered in fresh snow only to return to it a day later and seen it covered in the blood of soldiers. A lot of them just now becoming adults!" Jack ranted.

"Jack... what?" Tooth asked.

Jack released an irritated breath. Once again his point was missed. "I have to bring winter to everyone, not matter who it is. Not just the children, and I can't just forgo the soldiers and deprive them of something that they can actually count on."

It seemed it had finally dawned on him that Jack did have to see the war and that it made since that he would want it to end. He didn't want to see it.

North cleared his throat. "Speaking of the war... Any sign of Pitch?"

"No." Bunny answered.

"Nothing." Tooth replied.

Sandy shook his head no. Everyone turned to Jack who had his brow furrowed in concentration trying to recall something.

"Maybe. I was near a small town in Belgium I think, the battle was maybe a mile outside of town people were afraid more so than anyone else. I may have felt his presence then." Jack said. He hadn't been fond of that day. It had left the town with a light dusting of snow.

The other four stared at him. "You're sure?" Bunny asked.

"I said I thought I felt his presence. Couldn't be sure though." Jack responded.

The others could tell the toll this was taking on him. That he was forcing himself to bring winter to the war. That Jack wanted nothing more than to run and stay away from the fighting and have fun.
"Jack, maybe you shouldn't make snow for the battlefields for awhile." North said the others nodded their heads in agreement.

Jack was done with that statement. His temper finally getting the better of him. The air around him began to cool and the elves near him began to shiver. "I can't do that. I have to bring winter to them. Its my job! Besides when the children wake up in the morning and they don't have snow to play in then I fail at my job of being the Guardian of Fun. You may not realize this but creating opportunities of fun right now is rather difficult!" Jack spun on his heel and walked away. Actually walking away. He wasn't having a tantrum they all claimed him to have he was just done. He couldn't help it the others didn't understand his struggles.

Slamming the door behind him the four guardians stared at it for a long time.

"Was it something we said?" Bunny asked. Surprised that Jack had lost his temper with them. He hardly ever lost his temper.

"I think we should let him cool off." North said. It wasn't usual for Jack to storm off at the moment it had happened frequently. Mainly because of the fights between him and his adopted son. Jack had a hard power to master and an even harder job.

Meanwhile as the guardians discussed things about what they should do in case of the return of Pitch none had realized that there was a figure lurking above them hidden in the shadows.

"So my little friend Jack Frost hates the war?" The figure smirked disappeared. Some would mistake him as that fool Pitch but they were terribly mistaken. When it came to who ruled the evil of the world and where enemies against the Guardians, the leader was not the King of Nightmares, no, not in a long shot. It was the Lord of Death. He was absolute. He was the one that was feared more than fear. He was certain and he was unforgiving.

It was a few weeks after the initial meeting. Jack was back to his usual annoying self. The other guardians would sit around and talk. Fear was growing, they all knew it. When Jack returned he wasn't in the mood to talk so they let him do what he wanted until he was back to normal. Then it would be like the times before the war.

Not today though. Nothing was bringing Jack out of his silence. His brow was furrowed and he was pissed. Not pissed wasn't the correct word for this. He was positively fuming. The others watched him with mild concern. The air around him was subzero and you could see the thick layer of frost on the window. Even tiny snow flakes fell around him and the elves were busy at knocking down the ice sickles, to use as weapons against each other for mock combat, but it was removing any potential dangers.

They needed to approach him, to see what the matter was. If it was something they could help with. Nobody however was ready to approach Jack when he was in a clearly unstable mood.

"Jack?" North called, he wasn't standing that close to Jack but he could still feel the freezing temperatures.

"Go away." Even Jack's tone was frigid. He never addressed anyone like that so set off waning bells.

"What's wrong?" North pressed.
"You're not going away." He answered.

"Jack." North sighed.

Bunny was surprised a North's patience. He knew he would be shaking the kid demanding an answer by now. Actually he still wanted to. Jack being moody and silent wasn't right. Something was seriously bothering the kid. Bunny was willing to bet that it had something to do with the war. He wished the war would stop soon. At least before the next winter. This was taking more out of Jack than he probably already had.

Jack stood up shot everyone a frosty glare and left. He wasn't in the mood to be surrounded by people pressing their concern onto him. They hadn't for the first 300 years of his immortal life. So why do they start now?

It was later that night when the guardians realized that something was wrong. They noticed that there was a large dark energy enclosing around the world. It was similar to Pitch's so they thought that it was him.

Finding the center of the energy was easier than expected. The man that was producing the energy was bone white. He was dressed in black and his cloak waved in the background and you could see holes in it. The hair he had was black and was hanging down into his face. His cheek bones were high and his cheeks were sunken in but his face was of average length. His eyes were black and life less. He waved a long scythe around and when he smirked there was no trace of life in his face.

Jack noticed that he wasn't much younger than the cloaked man, maybe a year or so in physical appearance but in actual age he was looking at someone who was very, very old. Jack looked for the other guardians. They were far behind him as he flew had sensed the presence first and knew that it was the same one he had felt before.

The figured in front of him smirked and let out a dark chuckle. "So, you're the hero that took down Pitch? Very good. I hope you prove to be a good challenge for me."

Jack looked at the other cooly. "Who are you?"

"An old friend. Of course you could always be a valuable ally." The figure said once again.

"I've never met you before." Jack retorted.

"Of course you haven't I remain unseen. But I assure you I've walked with you since you were born both times." Then he flipped up his cloak hood and you couldn't see any facial features. This was not Pitch, who ever this was, he wasn't good news and Jack had a sinking feeling in his stomach at the man's identity.

He knew he had the advantage of surprise and possible speed, the other was old and must've fought countless times plus his mortal body was only a year older than Jack's. The other would also have some sort of magic that he would not be able to counter. This was a formidable foe and he wasn't about to die.

"Are you not attacking?" The man laughed.

"I value my life." Jack responded frostily.

"Really?" The other laughed harshly. "Could've fooled me. Actually you can't but that's not the point is it?"
"What do you mean?" Jack asked raising his staff.

"What I mean is, you don't like living as an immortal. You hate it. Being alone for 300 years is a long time. To learn your powers by yourself. To make fatal mistakes. You want to die. You know you do. Do not lie to me. I already know I speak the truth. Death hangs around you. Lurking in the shadows. Waiting to strike."

Jack nearly lost the grip on his staff. How could this stranger know this. While it was true that he had no desire to really live like this he knew this was partially the influence from whoever that guy was. There was little doubt now about who the cloaked man was. He wasn't ready to accept it yet.

"Nothing to say? I can end it you know. I am the end to all things after all." The cloaked figure said.

"You lie!" Jack yelled. Hoping that the others would show up soon. This presence couldn't go unnoticed.

"I'm not lying. I could kill you and it would be over for you. What happens after that I do not care. Or, you can escape the pressures of being a guardian of fun when there is none to be had." You could here the man's smirk through his words.
"What? I don't want to die, and I will never serve you! I am a guardian and for as long as I stand there will always be fun!" Jack yelled.

"Hmm, you're lying Jack, a habit you must really get out of." The man paused for dramatic effect. "Jack, if your friends liked you don't you think they would've come by now?"

"They don't know I left." Jack defended. The others needed to show up now. This man's influence was getting to him. He was trying with all of his might to ignore it but the words were all so true.

"You're alone Jack, not that it isn't unusual. The guardians never wanted you! How could they? They never kill anyone Jack. Snow it harmless but you aren't only snow. You are winter personified! With it comes everything that it winter! The ice, the cold, the death, the sickness, its all on you. You can't protect children. You kill them." The man said.

Jack's eyes widened. He had thought of that only a few days ago. This can not be happening. It was one thing to know that he did it, but it was different when he had someone accuse him of it. "Stop it! That isn't true!"

"Isn't it? Weren't you the cause of a soldier's death recently? More people are dying of hypothermia Jack. The ice isn't thick. Whose to blame? North? No, he's Santa, he brings joy to the children never death!"

Jack covered his years and bent over, he was still holding the staff. He was hyperventilating. "Stop it! It isn't true! I don't mean to do it! It just happens!" Jack began to sob.

The other laughed. Then another figure arose next to him. A familiar face. "Well done." The newcomer said observing the others handy work.

"Of course. I don't fail." The cloaked one said.

Jack looked up. Pitch had arrived. Grabbing his staff firmly he struggled to make himself stand tall.

"Oh? Still have some fight left?" Pitch goaded.

"Heh, he certainly does, not for long though." The other said.

"Now, now Azrael. We don't want to kill him." Pitch said.

Azrael made a face hidden in his cowl. Then a wicked smile appeared. "No, we don't. I want to have some fun don't you?"

Pitch wasn't following the others line of thought. "What do you mean?"

Azrael rolled his eyes. "We know his weakness. You're the King of Nightmares."

Pitch caught on now. "That's clever brother!"

"Isn't it?" Azrael leaned closer to Pitch so Jack couldn't hear them. "Any physical damage we do is going to be healed by the guardians. Unless I do that, but the mother wants to see if we can get him to defect. If we attack his mind the guardians can't do anything about it. By the time the figure out something is wrong. Jack will be ours or dead."

Pitch let out a bark of laughter. "Brilliant. I do so want to get him back for last time."

Azrael nodded. "I figured as much." Azrael took the cowl off revealing his face once more. Jack's eyes widened in terror, not that he would admit it. The lifeless black eyes had an odd glint to him. That wicked smile was slightly scary, his lips were pulled back just enough to see that the teeth were fangs and not regular teeth.

"Jack Frost, Guardian of Fun and Spirt of Winter, listen to me now. You always be alone with them but with us you'll be welcomed with open arms, after all you are a killer. This is your last chance to come peacefully."

"I will never join you!" Jack yelled hurling a magic snow ball at him.

Azrael flicked it away looking rather bored. "I was hoping to do this peacefully. But it seems you won't. We must be going soon as we are born of the night." Azrael went to turn away but turned back. "By the way I have forgotten my manners. I am Azrael, death personified. It hasn't been much of a pleasure."

Jack made the mistake of making eye contact with Azrael. There was a pulsing of something at the back of his head. He felt dizzy all of the sudden. He struggled to stay in the air.

Azrael heard the approach of sleigh bells. He was disappointed. They were getting closer. In a wave of theatrics he vanished leaving his brother with a few words.

"Keep them busy, make Jack drain his magic. It will be easier that way."

Pitch smirked. Sending his nightmare sand hurling towards the Winter Spirt. Jack saw it coming and froze it with a blast of ice. Pitch kept coming. Jack continued to freeze the sand.

The others finally arrived. North saw Jack fighting Pitch alone. He was surprised that the young guardian looked as good as he did like he hadn't taken a hit. Bunny was leaning over the side of the sleigh.

"North we're useless up here." Bunny complained.
"I know." North replied. "Tooth tell Jack to get Pitch to the ground."

Tooth nodded and flew towards Jack.

Jack was getting tired. This had never happened before, he had gotten tired but never exhausted.

"Jack. Get pitch to the ground. I'll help the best I can." Tooth called.

Jack nodded and flew towards Pitch. Pitch was getting ready to attack him when Sandy appeared behind him and used his whips to fling Pitch high speed at the ground. Jack followed and bound Pitch to the ground with his ice.

The others gathered around Pitch. The guardians were surprised that Pitch had gone down so easily.

"What is your goal. There isn't any fear down here." North interrogated.

"In due time old man, all in due time." Replied Pitch cryptically.

"Huh?" North was confused.

"Look out fearlings!" Jack called and before the fearlings had a chance to reach them and smother them just by their numbers Jack constructed an ice barrier.

He was panting a sweat dribbled down his normally cold face. He had never heated up enough to sweat or used that much magic.

Pitch watched his eyes filled with glee. Jack was already exhausted. This would be a piece of cake. Jack is already exhausted.

Pitch figured his work was done when Jack knees started to shake. He unintentionally let Pitch lose and instead of attacking Pitch vanished. Seeing this Bunny looked at Jack. He could've sworn that Jack had looked at Pitch before releasing him. He would have to ask Jack about it later.

The fearlings disappeared. Once they were gone Jack let the ice turn to a small snow fall. Everyone turned to look at Pitch but he was gone. Bunny turned to Jack to inquire about if he had released Pitch on purpose and why, but as he opened his mouth Jack fell to the ground with a thud promptly passing out.

The Guardians began to panic. Gather Jack and his staff into the sleigh the began to head to the Workshop.

Chapter one is done. Wow that was a long chapter, every time I wanted to stop something else came to mind. I will have Chapter two out soon. This is un beta'd I went over it. Any really bad mistakes and I'll correct them when I get a moment. Well anyhow... leave a review with your thoughts/ questions/ concerns. Later! ~IF