Jack's POV
I was falling. I didn't know where or when, but I was falling. Above me, I could hear a girl screaming and I saw a hole above me. It seemed like it was closing, but that had to be wrong. I hit the bottom. It was rocky and cold. Everything was cold. I couldn't breathe or move or do anything but… no that couldn't be an option.
Suddenly the scene shifted. I was hovering above the North Pole and surrounded by Pitch's minions. All of them were saying, "Give up." Above me floated Pitch himself. He looked down at me and told me the worst thing ever, "See how strong I am little one. My powers even affect the Guardians. And you can do nothing about it."
Then I was falling out of the sky. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
Then I woke up. As I tried to steady my breathing, I realized that Pitch must be back. No, I must just be freaked out over his attacks still. I flopped back onto my pillow and hoped that sleep would come. Then, as if moving on an impulse, I reached over to the table next to my bed and grabbed a small, white object.
As usual, I held it up and looked at it. It was a snowflake made out of clay, with blue designs on it and six tiny gems. Looking at it helped me relax.
Suddenly there was a knock at my door. "Jack? Can I come in?" It was Tooth; a fellow guardian. She held the memories of kids in their lost teeth. She might understand.
Without waiting for an answer, she walked in and sat at the end of my bed. Well, hovered anyways.
"Jack, North wants to see us in the main chamber in 10 minutes." Just like her to jump to the point. "He says that he got an alert. Pitch is back." With that she flew out, not giving me a chance to ask. Pitch is back? I'd better tell them about my dream.