The wind rustled through the leaves of the forest trees and swept through the green fronds of bracken as the full moon shone strongly over the scene. The shadow moved carefully through the bracken, away from the searching eye of the moon. It stopped, pooling in the shadow of a tall oak tree, its leaves sparkling with frost. The shadow coiled, ready to strike as a dark cloud rolled towards the bright moon. The cloud obscured the moons light and the shadow lunged.
Jack turned over restlessly in his sleep. The Wind moved quickly to nudge his sleeping form back onto the bough of the huge oak before he could fall the considerable distance to the bracken below. The shadow cast by Jack's body onto the trees rough bough wavered as if it had suddenly become water and then seemed to slowly seep through Jack's frozen hoodie, but the wind did not see and turned back to its careful vigilance of this boy it must protect. And the dark cloud moved from the moons gaze and it could once again shine strongly down on the sleeping form of Jack.
Jack woke up stiff, tired and cold. He lay there paralysed for a brief moment as this sank in. He hadn't felt this kind of cold since… since he had drowned in the frozen pond. He found suddenly that he couldn't breathe and clutched his staff close to his chest. Then the feeling passed and it was like it had never happened.
'Cold, pah!' Jack thought, 'I don't feel the cold!' The absurdity of what he had thought he had felt pushed away the deep feeling of unease that sat in his stomach like a rock.
He stood on the branch and took a deep breath of the chilly air to clear his head before performing a back flip off the branch into the air. The wind caught him, ruffling his hair in welcome and took him to the nearby stream, which gurgled through the woods several meters away from the tree.
Jack knelt by the icy water and leaned over to wash his face and he saw his reflection. He reeled back, crying out, and scrambled away from the water, gasping like he had just nearly drowned. The memory of what he had seen stuck in his vision like a leach. On his face where there should have been two blue eyes, two dark voids had greeted him. Jack couldn't think of the irises he had seen as black, they were darker and deeper than that. The Wind ruffled his hair worriedly, and Jack slowly crawled back over to the water. He looked over and… nothing. His eyes where the normal icy blue they should be, and he shook his head.
'Must have been a trick of the light.' He whispered, and as he said it, it seemed more true. Black eyes! How ridiculous. Then he remembered the colour and he realised it was like the colours in Pitch's lair. And then he remembered how tired he was and why. Last night he had been plagued with nightmares like he hadn't been since he had become a guardian. He shook his head again, it was nothing.
'I'm hungry, I think we should go to North's.'
The wind blew restlessly for a second, sensing something had been wrong and not completely happy with the lack of explanation. But seeing Jacks expression, it picked him up and carried him away.