A Guardian's Guardian by WildSpirit-Forever, literature
Literature
A Guardian's Guardian
Jack cried out as he was slammed into the trunk of the tree, pain spreading across his back. He fell to the ground but before he could make any movement to get back up, a furry paw pressed down on the center of his back.
He cried out again as the claws tore though the fabric of his hoodie and dug into his flesh, drawing blood. Tears rushed to his eyes as he grit his teeth, trying to pull away from his attacker. But the paw held him in place.
The cruel laughter stung in his ears and the paw pressed down harder on his back, feeling as it would break his spine. He dug his fingers into the ground, trying to hold back the sob that rose
Sandy placed his cup down on the table with a silent sigh, rubbing his forehead as he felt a headache growing. The meeting had been going on for over an hour and the Guardian of Dreams had grown tired of it after the first ten minutes.
Why?
Because North and Bunny were at their usually banter of which holiday was the best.
And Sandy was freaking tired of it.
He couldn’t remember how many years the banter had been going on, but he knew they were many. And he franticly didn’t see the point of the whole thing, it wasn’t like it mattered. For all he knew, it had nothing with protecting the Earth's children.
Weather, Jack had decided long into his existence, was a fickle thing. It never agreed with what it should be agreeing with, and when it did it made things worse. The funeral always had to be sunny when it should have rained, blaring down happily from a cloudless sky. And when the rain came during the trek towards permanent rest, those who had lost felt as if they'd lost more.
Snow wasn't like that. Snow gave people something to believe in. That there was still beauty in the world. And when he saw these sad processions moving past him, people draped in black as if the very shadows were trying to seep into their bodies, he made it snow. Mirac