Amber used the pads of her feet to silently run across the wall, vibrant moss burst between the cracks of the wall.

"Right, Amber, you've been given all of eternity and you need to get this down." She told herself her ultramarine eyes set on a gap in the wall. She decided that when she got to the end of that wall she's nail this flip.

The point advanced, quicker, faster, stronger, quick, faster, stronger, quick, fast, strong, quick, fast, strong. Amber threw herself into the air, double tuck, straighten into full twist, then one single tuck, then land in shoulder roll. She portrayed it perfectly. With a smile the spirit jumped off the wall and turned into the thick forest; her home.

"Well done, Amber, very well done." Amber spoke to seemingly no-one, she then moved to stand facing her original position, "what that, oh I do it daily. No biggie." She turned to leave, her feet tingling. "Damn it Jack, you couldn't've left this place alone; ou know this is my terrain, not to mention is the middle of summer.

Amber sighed; she waved her hand over a patch of glistening snow, it melted and a patch of pure silver roses grew in it's place. The girl gracefully slunk through the gaps in the trees, an army of silver roses in her wake. The day slipped into night.


Safe and sound Sophie was delivered home, courtesy of one Jack Frost. He was filled with a warm bubbly happiness, a feeling he was not used to.

A smile spreading across his face, a chuckle in his voice, "we should get back." Tilting his head at Baby Tooth, who nodded sadly.

"Jack? JJJack!" A young girl's voice called through the city; it was a night for staying in, sat before the fire warming through, few were out, so the child could be heard throughout the city.

Deja vu spread through him, "that voice, I known that voice."

With no further explanation Jack flew from the windowsill, trying to find the source of the crying. Ignoring the indignant squeaks from Baby Tooth Jack plowed on, gaining speed. The girl stopped; giving time to Jack to land on a grey roof and place his bearings.

"Jack?" He was getting closer.

The Winter Spirit catapulted forwards, some stray snowflakes fell to the floor behind him. He landed on a dirt path in a pine forest, patches of snow covered bumps in the land and a long neat line of silver plants, roses?, weaved between the trees.

Quickly Jack came to a clearing, a bed stood in the centre. Slowly, cautiously Jack stepped towards the bed. Baby Tooth tugged on his hood trying to pull him away, squeaking frantically.

"Don't worry, we still have time." Jack referred to his promise to Bunny to be quick. With a sigh Baby Tooth was forced to watch Jack grow closer to the bed.

The bed was old, with decaying supports for a missing mattress. Is had knarled wooden bed postsm that twisted upwards. Between the three central supports was a hole; a hole that went down to the black abyss, the pitch black abyss.

Using the bottom of his staff, Jack snapped the wooden beams. It echoed for too long for a safe jump, that is for a human.

"Jack?"

That was it. Jack jumped. With a single starled but mainly annoyed squeak Baby Tooth jumped. They lightly landed on compact grey soil. Baby Tooth tugged at Jack's hood.

"Baby Tooth! Baby Tooth, I have to find out what that is." Jack frowned.

They came to a huge opening. Silver gothic cages hung from the ceiling with a dark beauty. They held more Baby Teeth.

"Jack? JJJJack?"

"It can't."

Jack's gaze fell on a pile of gold capsules - children's memories. He practically fell on them in anticipation, grabbing at them he turned them to look at the pictures on the edges.

Blonde haired girl, chubby girl, boy with glasses, ginger girl, brunette boy, freckled boy.

"Looking for something?" A smooth voice said, scarcely louder than a whisper. With a frustrated grunt ice shot towards Pitch Black. Jack followed the sinister laughter, running along twisting and turning along the winding corridors. More ice flew through the air.

"Don't be afraid Jack."

The Winter Spirit slowed to a walk, "afraid? I'm not afraid of you." He advanced on the turned back of Pitch.

The Nightmare King chuckled, "maybe not, but you are afraid of something."

"You think?"

"I know so. After all, it's the one thing I always know. People's greatest fears. Yours is that no one will ever believe in you."

Darkness spread around Jack, causing him to fall downwards. He landed in a black room; chains catching at him ankles and wrists. They chained him to the floor.

"And worst of all, you're afraid you'll never know why. Why you? Why were you chosen? To be like this? For the answer to that is right here."

Pitch held a single golden cylinder. Jack's face embellished on the edge, well sort of Jack's face he had chestnut hair and eyes.

"Do you want them Jack?" A false concern filling his voice. "Have them."

They were discarded on the floor centimetres away from Jack's fingers.

"But for now the staff is mine." Pitch leaned on Jack's staff mirroring the position Jack would normally stand in, "you see, I've been chatting with Ol' Grandfather Time, and with some... Persuasion, he told me one version of this little tiff. And you're the reason the Guardians win. So you are mine now. Since you are still a neutral party right?"

Pitch did not wait for an answer he disappeared into the darkness; leaving Jack alone in the dark edges of his lair.