I do not own Rise of the Guardians or any of the characters.

It all started when Story invited Jack to join him in fighting a gargoyle. As it was quickly discovered, the creature had been tormenting a small village and terrorising the local children. So Jack personally took it as a part of his duty to get rid of the gargoyle.

Story was laughing as Nyfe dove at the creature and caused it to fall from the air a bit. But the Frost Spirit looked up to see it suddenly fold its wings against its body and dive towards him. Jack quickly discovered that the ugly creature was rushing down on him and he scrambled to fly out of the way.

The Frost Spirit lost his staff in the sky, as the creature had knocked it out of his hands, and he fell.

Right into a pond.

Afraid and panicking, the boy surfaced from the pond, and he flailed about in the water, until he felt a pair of hands grabbing his hoodie and pulling him out of the pond. Jack was more than relieved after being deposited onto the bank and he looked to see a creature that appeared to be a type of Werecat. Only Jack noticed that this creature had purple and blue striped fur, under a set of colonial style clothing. The Winter Spirit noticed that the cat-creature had on a white shirt over a pair of leather breeches and that the creature had a belt with a bunch of pouches attached to it.

"You go swimming, even though you're afraid of water?" Jack heard the smooth voice ask.

"I fell in," Jack answered as he looked around. He didn't see Story around, nor was there any fighting going on. The Frost Spirit realized that it didn't seem like Story wasn't even around. There were no traces of a battle anywhere.

"Well it worked," Jack heard the creature mutter. "Jus' not how I 'xpected."

"What'd you do?" Jack asked, facing his rescuer.

"I used my power to bring you here," The answer came back.

Jack saw the creature grin, sharp little teeth showing, "My name's Jynx. The Prince of Cheshire."

Jack smiled as he remembered the story that the Pixie King had told him. Jynx was of royal blood, but certainly wasn't the prince of Cheshire. He knew that the place only existed in the cat's insane mind.

Story had once told Jack, that the werecat was well known for being insane. No one really knew from where Jynx came from, but all knew that the cat always answered with some cryptic mixed up reply. Jack had many interesting conversations about the creature, and from what Story was able to piece together, Jack was informed that Jynx might be one of the thirteen children that came from a power-that-be, Chaos.

"You have no powers," Jack stated, quoting the Pixie King.

"I do!" Jynx declared. The Winter Spirit watched as the creature started searching through his pockets. He glanced at Jack briefly, "Jus' hold on an' I'll show yas."

The Frost Spirit rolled his eyes and smiled as he shook his head.

"Have you seen Story?" Jack asked, changing the subject.

"Eh?" Jynx said, looking up at the Winter Spirit and blinking in confusion. "The Pixie King?"

"Yeah."

"Story's been gone for some time now," The Cheshire Cat answered. "Faded away with the loss of Belief in all that is good. Gave all of his powers to the Guardians, to keep them alive, aft Pitch's reign to power."

The shock of the news hit the Frost Spirit hard. Jack found it unbelievable that Story could be gone. It left the boy even more confused.

"Hold up," Jack said, running his fingers through his hair. "Pitch is ruling?"

"Yuppers," Jynx told him and pointing a clawed finger up at him. "Aft the Guardians lost to the Nightmare King, Story gave up life and power to free them and they've been in hiding sinces."

"But we beat him."

"Not here," Jynx told him. "He's strong and in charge."

"We have to find the Guardians and help them take down Pitch!" Jack declared in an anxious and worried voice.

"Uh, I'm jus' a cat," Jynx said, pulling out a wad of earwax out of his ear.

"You must have brought me here," Jack said.

"That I did," Jynx said proudly.

"Then tell me why?" Jack requested.

"Because if you hadn't lost to Pitch," The Cheshire Cat informed the Winter Spirit. "Then the Guardians would have won."

"But we did win," Jack replied.

"Eh," Jynx said smiling maniacally. "I forgot. The you here, lost to Pitch. So that's why I brought you here."

"So let me get this straight," The Frost Spirit said. "The me of this world died after losing to Pitch. How?"

"Y accepted his offer and became a Nightmare Prince. And then you vanished. Rumors abounded that you were obliterated by Story."

"Whoa," Jack muttered to himself. He started to look for his staff. He quickly learned that it wasn't around. Like it had disappeared.

"You don't know where my staff is?" Jack asked, as he saw the cat picking a flea from behind his ear and looking at it.

"The Guardians have it," Jynx answered nonchalantly, as he flicked the bug off. Jack thought that he heard a tiny scream, as the insect flew off into the grass. He looked back at the Cheshire Cat and smirked as Jynx finished. "Story gave it to them, but wouldn't tell anyone where or what happened to you."

"You make it sound like we were friends," Jack said curiously.

"Oh yes," Jynx replied grinning again. "We did know each other. I was your partner in crime."

Jack blinked as he seemed to be slowly remembering the past, yet he knew in some part of his mind, that it wasn't his memories.

"I realize that the me here, were friends with you," Jack said, unconsciously pulling his hood up. "But what I remember isn't what I experienced."

"That's true," Jynx told him. "What's happening, is your self from this world or the magic that was a part of you, is merging with you. So you're going to remember things that didn't happen where you came from."

Jack smirked. Oddly, that seemed to make sense to the Winter Spirit.

"Have to get my Staff back," Jack declared, looking up at the blue sky. "And we're going to get it."

"Hold on," Jynx said. Jack turned around to see the feline pulling out a bag, opening it and sticking his face into the bag.

"What are you doing?"

"Sniffing catmint," Jynx answered, pulling his face out of the bag.

"Um," Jack said clearly bothered by it. "Why?"

"I wanna be lucid," The Cheshire Cat told him. "We're about to rush into a battle, so's I wanna be in top shape."

"Uh, okay," Jack replied and shaking his head. Again, it made sense to the Frost Spirit. Jynx always sniffed or ate catmint to focus. It caused the werecat to calm down.

Jack watched as the Cheshire Cat put the bag back on his belt and grabbed another bag. Jynx quickly opened it and started rummaging through it. Jack smirked as the creature's arm vanished into the small six inch bag. Jack remembered that the Cat's bags held much more than what it appeared. And soon Jynx pulled out a snowglobe.

Jack smiled as he just knew that the Cheshire Cat had stolen it from North. He watched as the creature shook the item.

"Santoff Claussen!" Jynx announced before he tossed it to the ground. It broke and abruptly a portal formed.

"After you," Jynx said, motioning to the swirling vortex.

"Nope," Jack said mischievously. "After you."

"Why don't we go through together," The Cheshire Prince suggested.

Jack nodded and soon they were in the village. Unable to fly without his staff, Jack found that he had to walk everywhere. He was anxious to get his staff back as quick as he could.

Jack suddenly stopped after he thought that he saw something strange about his reflection. He stepped back in front of the window to look at himself. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw a partially dark haired version of himself staring back at him.

"Jynx," The Winter Spirit called out. "What color is my hair?"

"Eh," The Cheshire Cat said looking up. "It's black as night, and white as snow. You got streaks of white and black. "

"Whoa," Jack said in surprise. He noticed that he had strange oversized clothing on in his reflection. The hood of his hoodie kind of fell over his face, he saw reflected back at him, and his hands were swallowed up by his sleeves. When he pulled his hood off, he realized that his two toned hair looked as if it had been unkept and wild. The Frost Spirit looked at Jynx worriedly and noticed that his friend reached into a bag and pulled out a mirror.

Jack took the offered item and stared at his reflection. What stared back at him, was what the cat had told him, but also a pair of purple eyes. He looked back at the werecat and frowned.

"Aft you accepted Pitch's offer," Jynx informed the boy. "You still wanted to play and not scare the kiddies. Apparently your nature was a tad too strong for the Nightmare King to control you. And instead you found that your mind opened up."

Jack smirked as the creature motioned with his hands, at the end of his comment, spreading them out as he moved them away from his face.

"People thought that you lost it," Jynx told him, grinning once more. "But I knew better."

"Yeah," Jack said, laughing slightly as he remembered learning the truth. "They thought that I was mad."

Alright you guys. I want to know what you think about this. I had started trying to write a Halloween story, but it started to write itself and this is what came out. I had a bit of help from MugestuPipefox. Thanks.

So leave a review or comment, let me know what you think.