Jack Jumped out of the flying sleigh, not caring if he died or not. He rushed into the sky to help sand-man against pitch; it was too late.
Jack's ear piercing scream caught everyone's attention. "NO" he shouted in frustration. He couldn't lose Sandy; not now, not ever.
"Jack!"
Jack turned for a split second to see Santa calling his name. But still he rushed to help Sandy.
Sandy was gone. This just made Jack Frost charge harder at Pitch. A wave of black sand cane rushing over him. It was like time froze; Jack and Sandy were no where in sight; no one knew what to do.
Ready to give up, the rest of the gaurdians looked at eachother. Until, a small, blue spark began to grow into a mounstrous wave of ice.
"jack. . ." Whispered the Tooth Fairy.
There he was. Jack Frost. The source of the ice wave. Pitch hadn't seen it coming.
With wide eyes Pitch looked at the wave in disbelief. He was shot back into the forest.
Searching the sky, the gaurdians were in panic. They knew that Jack was still out there but not knowing in what state. They all saw him at the same time; there was Jack. Limp in the sky, falling down, down, down. The Tooth Fairy flew over to him only to realize he was unconscious. She scooped Jack into her arms, embracing him. When she reached the sleigh, everyone started to get him to wake; he stilled layed there, still as a rock.
Jacks POV:
Jack heard the faint calls of his fellow gaurdians. He heard everything they were saying. "I'm right here!" He screamed "I'm here. . .". He tried to move; nothing happened. No words were able to come out of his mouth. Everything was dark; there was no one in sight. He gave up trying, he knew that he'd come too eventually.
End of Jacks POV
"Jack!!"
"JACK"
"Please Jack! You need to wake up!"
The rest of the gaurdians knew they had to leave, but were stuck of the fact that the limp person laying on the sled wouldn't wake up.
They kept forcing his name to leave their lips; it was painful to do so.
"North. We gotta go 'mate."
The Tooth Fairy chimed in "Bunny's right, we have to go back. . ."
Santa nodded; not looking back. He threw his snow globe and whispered home.
Five hours later
A funeral was held for SandMan. It was a sad goodbye to their old friend. For they could only imagine how hard it must've hurt; knowing that he would no longer see his friends again.
They didn't want to dwell on the sadness, only recognize that this day was a day to remember Sandy. To celebrate all the good things he has done for the world. To crelebrate a well-earned retirement for The Sand Man.
Santa walked over to the room where Jack was sleeping. Expecting to find a small frame under the covers, Father North found Jack huddled by the window; his hood on.
"Jack! Your awake"
The only thing Jack could do was nod at the over sized man. Not able to meet his gaze.
Quickly the man walked over to Jack to sit next to him.
"You don't need to pity me. . ." Jack started "I get it, I failed to save Sandy and now you feel bad for me. It's my fault Sand man's go-"
Cutting Jack off Sanat boomed "Jack listen to me" Turning his head, Jack stared. "You need to realize what you did was brave. You could have died, Jack."
Jack gave a crooked smile at the man, knowing that he would not give up. "Alright 'North. Let's go kick Pitch's ass."
Santa chuckled at that. The brave soul that stood in front of him might just be the answer they were looking for to stop Pitch Black.
Abandoning the ice drawing on the window, made by Jack, of Sandy, the two left to finish what they set out to do. And possibly get Sandy back.
Jack stopped in the doorway to glare at the drawing, one last time. He left the room to catch up with Santa. Jack knew this was war, and it was only the beginning.
