Bunnymund's BabyChapter 1: A Bundle Under A Bench
It was quiet on Easter night. A dark shape slipped between houses, leaving colorful surprises for children when they ventured out of their houses in the morning. So deep into the night that not a sound was heard, so it was obvious when a small cry cracked the silence. The dark shape, having just placed the last egg in its route, looked around. Where was that sound coming from? It hopped around until it spotted a small bundle quietly crying under a bench. Bounding over, it picked up the bundle and gently rocked it back and forth.
"Sh, sh, there there, I got you, you're safe now," Bunnymund murmured, settling on his haunches and lifting one fold of the blanket. It was a little baby boy, with dark black curly hair and crystal blue eyes. At the sight of the Pooka, the baby quieted down. "Hey there, mate." The boy wriggled around, then stretched out tiny hands. The teeny hands grasped soft fur as Bunnymund clasped the baby close upon hearing a wolf's howl.
Jack Frost ~ Forget-Me-NotJack crouched in front of the small, weathered grey tombstone, brushing snow away from the tight inscription. The evergreen trees surrounded him, imprisoned him in this sanctuary of lost time and memories. He breathed in heavily, and read the simple phrase on the grave.
Here lies Pippa Jacklyne Overland
Mother, Wife, Sister, and Daughter
Died from Hypothermia
His sister, lying six feet under deep soil and snow. She had died so young. Sure, she had had a new baby girl, and a husband, but that didn't mean she had lived the life she had deserved. Jackson Overland had protected her the first time, when the ice had cracked, throwing her to the safety of the thicker ice, but he wasn't there to protect her from getting lost, from the cold, from the blizzard. From Jack Frost. A tear trickled down Jack’s face, and he wiped it away angrily. Why did he have to get so worked-up all the time?! Why cou