Okay, this is the special sequel for my first ROTG-movie story: "Kindred Spirits Connected by Destiny and Fate". If you haven't read it yet, GO READ IT NOW, or you will be seriously confused.

They're are going to be some songs, but they will mostly be background songs, so when I tell you to go to YouTube and find: *******, do as you're told! And when you see: * at the end of a sentence, I'll write a song for you to go look up, and you must listen to it as you read!

I don't own ROTG, I just own my story!

Cadence shot up!

"What?! Where-!?" She spun around. She was laying on her purple comforters in her room. Her bedroom was a queen-sized bed, a dresser and vanity, a desk where she did most of her homework and a small music station where she made music from her guitar and her electric bass. Cadence couldn't remember going to sleep. Maybe she dozed off? Cadence stood up, wincing as she felt a sudden pain in her lower torso.

"Ow!" She bent over and felt her stomach. She was wearing her favorite purple T-shirt and regular-bottomed jeans.

"Sweetie, are you okay?" A voice called from downstairs.

"Mom?" Cadence whispered to herself before answering the voice. "Yeah, I'm fine!"

Cadence looked her alarm clock: 8:30 p.m. Sunday. Sunday? Last time she checked, it was Friday. Had the day before just been a blur? She walked out of her room. It was at the very end of one long hallway, and a banister, overlooking the living room. Nothing but a three-person leather couch, a brown coffee table, two separate chairs, a T.V., and a fireplace. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, Cadence felt eyes watching her. She looked out the hexagonal window that was right by the door.

Nothing.

The only thing outside was a pine tree, covered in fresh snow. The starlight was shimmering like a thousand diamonds under the pale glow of the full moon.

"Meow." A noise startled Cadence, causing her to jump. In front of the T.V., laid a Bombay cat with a black coat, toes, nose, and piercing golden eyes. The close-lying, sleek and glossy black cat could've been no more than 8 years old, in human years, meaning it was still sort of a kitten. The feline got up and walked over to Cadence's legs and began rubbing against them, purring with delight.

"Where'd you come from?" Cadence asked the cat as she bent down to pet it.

"I found the poor thing freezing to death in the driveway." A voice came from a woman who had exited the kitchen.

Her hair was a rich shade of ruby, flowing in waves to adorn her glowing, porcelain-like skin. Her eyes, framed by long lashes, were a bright, sapphire-blue and seemed to brighten the world. A straight nose, full lips - she seemed the picture of perfection. She wore a long green dress covered in beautiful white lining across the top part of the dress; as she walked the dress ruffled, giving her an exquisite feel to the atmosphere. The bewitching violet ribbon lining intoxicated everyone in the dress's beauty - the radiant silk ran down to the bottom of her magnificent feet. Her intricate neat lacing made her into a feminine illusionist making anyone fall in love with the dresses beauty. The delicate ribbon introduced attention to the lacing lining up against the breast.

"Hi, Mom." Cadence ran up and greeted her mother with a long hug.

"Hello, my little rhythm." Her mother kissed the top of Cadence's forehead.

"When did you get back?" Cadence asked.

"Just a few moments ago." Her mother smiled before looking at the cat with a sad expression. "I thought he was dead, but he surprised me when I tried to pick him up."

"So can we keep him?" Cadence picked up the little cat in her arms and felt it purr and rub up against her.

"Of course, I don't see any tags on him. What should we name him?" Her mother pet the little cat as well.

"Jack." Cadence answered simply. Wait . . . what? The cat had stopped purring and jumped out of Cadence's arms.

"I don't think he likes it." Her mother chuckled.

"Then how about . . . Midnight?" Cadence guessed. The cat purred and licked its paws. "Midnight it is."

"By the way, where'd you get that beautiful necklace?" Cadence's mother pointed to her daughter's neck. Cadence looked at her neck to see a velvet choker necklace with a purple snowflake pendant. But it was a sort of dull purple, it was pretty and that was it.

"A friend gave it to me." Cadence said. But then she blinked. It sort of slipped out, almost like a lie, but it felt like the truth. Yet, why couldn't she remember who gave it to her? Heck, she couldn't even remember receiving it!

"Well, that's nice." Her mother went back into the kitchen.

The cat pawed at Cadence's leg. She picked up the cat and sat down on the couch. The purr from the cat could be heard from a mile away. But Cadence was too distracted to hear it. She tried to remember what had happened the day before. It felt like something was missing. Had the day before just been so boring she forgot about it? It didn't feel like it, her entire body was aching slightly.

Something happened. She knows something happened. But why couldn't she remember it?

Jack watched from the outside of Cadence's house.

She didn't change much, yet she was entirely different. When she looked through the window, she looked straight into his eyes. But she didn't see him, he was shrouded in darkness. This time she didn't look at him.

She looked right through him.

And when he looked straight into her's . . . No! It was just too painful to even think about how everything they had been through was gone! Their memories, their best adventures! He felt like his heart had been torn out of his chest, and nothing inside him was beating. He flew off before he could see the black cat with golden eyes glaring at him with utter contempt and disdain.

He flew off into the woods. A little ways pass his pond, stood a large and very wide oak tree. He frost the trunk with a 3 feet hole and stepped inside.

This tree was actually an illusion. In reality, it was a giant ice palace that Jack had built 240 years ago. The entire palace is centered around a pentagon shape of a snowflake. Two staircases lead to double doors which lead into corridor with two other staircases leading to the upper levels, which were only some spare bedrooms and a look-out tower. The first room has a beautiful frozen ice fountain. Entering the second was a sort of dining room. Being an immortal spirit, he wouldn't need to eat, but he felt that the palace wasn't complete without it. It included a grand ice chandelier and double doors which open to a round balcony, just 5 meters off the ground. The room at the farthest hall on the very top floor was Jack's bedroom.

It was the second largest room in the palace (besides the main entryway). Once the doors were opened, there was an extremely large four poster bed, carved in ice. The curtains that hung from it's roof were made of a thin icy-lace that Jack had made himself. The mattress was a real foam mattress and the bedsheets were a blue satin silk, with cotton pillows. There were two doors on the farthest side of the room that lead to the highest point in the palace, his private balcony.

He leaned his cane next to the bed and laid down on his back, staring at the bed's roof. He closed his eyes and began to drift as a recent memory came to him.

"Come on, Jack!" Cadence laughed with Jack's hands over her eyes. "What's the surprise?"

The year before, Jack had taken Cadence to see his home. Her mother was on another business trip, and wouldn't be back until tonight suddenly, her cellphone went off . Cadence had nothing else to do, and Jack decided that it was time that he showed her his home.

"Okay." Jack took his hands away. "Open them." Cadence's eyes fluttered open to see his ice palace. Though the palace was made of ice, it was very warm inside.

"Whoa." Was all Cadence could breathe out. "Jack, this is amazing!"

"Just a little something of 240 years in the making." Jack smiled.

"Shut up." Cadence giggled. Suddenly, her cellphone went off with a text. Cadence looked at it and sighed. "'Sorry, sweetie. Not coming home tonight.'" She read aloud. Jack looked away. It had always been hard for Cadence to talk about a mother that's rarely ever at home. Especially at times when she needed one the most.

"Should I take you home? Or do you wanna. . ." Jack trailed off, not knowing what else to say or do.

"Actually, Jack," Cadence blushed heavily. "I don't like being in that house alone. So, I was hoping that maybe, I could. . ."

Jack blinked his eyes in confusion and astonishment. Was she asking to spend the night? Jack had never had anyone else stay at his place before, much less a girl! Jack blushed even harder than Cadence. The lasting moment of silence was tense and unbearable.

"Uh, s-sure?" Jack had to push himself to say it.

"Thanks, Jack!" Cadence hugged him around his neck. "Jack. . . Jack. . . Jack. . ."

"Jack!" Tooth was shaking Jack to wake him up.

"What? Oh, it's you, Tooth." Jack rubbed his eyes. Out the window, the sun was slowly rising over the trees. The light blinded him as he tried to fully open his eyes.

"Jack, I need to talk to you about Cadence." Tooth said. Her voice sounded gentle, but his heart still felt like it was being stabbed when Tooth said his once-best friend's name.

"What about her?" Jack asked a little more sharply than he'd intended. He sat up in the bed and grabbed his staff, twirling it in his hands.

"Well, I'm guessing you're a little confused about why she doesn't remember you." Tooth sat down next to him.

"Among other things." Jack muttered under his breath, though Tooth either ignored it or didn't hear it.

"Well, we looked at the dagger that Pitch. . ." Tooth paused, searching for a better word than 'stabbed'. "'Used' on Cadence. And we found something interesting."

Tooth brought out something wrapped in a cloth. Unwrapping it revealed the same black, triangular-shaped blade, with the handle and grip made of gold, that was used against Cadence. On the quilion was inscribed: Memoria Rapientem.

"What?" Jack glared at the weapon like he wanted it to burst into flames.

"The inscription," Tooth looked down, "Is Latin for 'Memory Snatcher'. It was no accident that Cadence couldn't remember you."

Jack looked down at his feet before it started snowing in his room. "Pitch took her memories." He growled. "THIS IS HIS FAULT!" Jack blasted a wall, causing thick shards of ice to grow from it like a stalagmite on the side of his wall. He breathed before he was calm enough to hear Tooth speaking.

"I'm sorry, Jack." Tooth put a hand on his shoulder.

"Wait! Can't you give her back her memories with her tooth box?!" Jack grabbed both of Tooth's shoulders.

"No." Tooth answered simply.

"Well, why not?!"

"When a teenager believes in us, and they lose their memories, it's impossible for them to get them to believe in us again."

"B-But then," Jack began breathing irregularly and let go of Tooth. "Then how was she able to see us back at the North Pole?"

"That, I don't know about." Tooth answered with a shrug of her shoulders. "But there is something that North wanted me to tell you."

"What is it?" Jack sat on the bed with his head in his hands.

Tooth hesitated for a moment. "He said that: 'You can't let Cadence see you, anymore. Now that she doesn't remember us, it would be best. She needs a normal life.'"

Jack was silent, thinking to himself as he heard the words buzzing in his head. "You'd better leave Tooth." He quietly suggested.

Tooth nodded and flew out the doors that lead to the balcony. When she was gone, Jack slammed the balcony doors shut. He just didn't feel anything but wrath now. How could North expect him to just forget about his best friend!? She was is first believer! He . . .

He loved her. And Jack still loves her.

He had been watching over her since she was 10. But then another thought came to his mind. Would Cadence really be better off not knowing about him? Not remembering their kiss?

'If she can't see me, then she won't.' Jack declared in his mind. 'I can see her. And I'm going to make sure she's safe.'

And scene!

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Til then!