It was a fine night. Moments ago a fiery sunset had graced the horizon and faded away as an invitation to the dark night sky. The town of Burgess had grown quiet and all had retreated to their homes, now all that could be heard was the hush of the wind. Jack Frost, the Guardian of Fun, had waved his last goodbye to Jamie and Sophie through the former's bedroom window. They had played in the snow with their friends for hours, laughing and giggling as the snowball fights went on and on. However, as the night had settled in the temperature dropped and it became unsuitable for young kids to play in the dark. Now Jamie was tucked warm in his bed reading a bedtime story to his younger sister, Sophie. She chuckled as he spoke and waved back to Jack as he turned to leave.

"Jack! Bye Jack!"

A cold wind blew across the window, and the immortal teen was gone. Jack directed the wind to propel him across the town and towards the lake, at the corner of his eyes he could see golden sand sifting its way down from the skies. The teen immortal smiled, it was Sandy's turn to spread joy to children…through dreams.

What he didn't expect was to see the Sandman hovering in a cloud of sand in Burgess. Apparently he wanted to visit Jack while doing his duties but... that was ridiculous!, Jack thought. Yet that was just why the Guardian of Dreams was there, he would be sure to wave at the first sight of white hair and a blue hoodie. Sure, Sandy worked around the clock, whole world of kids to put to sleep, remember? But that didn't mean that he shouldn't take time to visit the newest Guardian. However, there was a lot of dreamsand to distribute, the elder Guardian had silently hoped that the newbie would just pop up and say hi, instead of searching for the boy himself. He kept a close eye, scanning for the slightest trace of white hair, the previously darkened town had now lightened up because of the glowing sand that sifted through the homes and rooms of children.

After a while, Sandy felt a tug on one of the threads of dreamsand he had made. On the other side, Jack had jumped up toward the golden line of sand and disturbed it slightly. The sand dispersed, then formed into a Border Collie, it ran around playfully in the air and wagging its tail at Jack before sprinting its way to the child that was dreaming of it. Jack laughed at its cheerful run towards its "master", turning around he could see Sandy waving happily at him from the dream cloud, the Dream Guardian was still busy giving good dreams through threads of sand…smiling all the while, yet it was obvious that his route was bound towards Jack. The boy smiled shyly while waiting for the cloud to arrive with his friend. He flew down to the roof of a house and walked over slowly while swinging his staff, he didn't want to make too much wind by flying, he worried that it might disturb Sandy's dreamsand.

"I wonder what he's here for...", he pondered to himself. He didn't feel particularly important, so it must have to be something that Sandy wanted to address…not like he ever talks; instead of speaking, Sandy created images out of sand to portray what he needed to say. It took a lot of guessing and catching up on Jack's part because Sandy often made too many images all at once. But he was kind of getting better at understanding Sandy's way of communication, which was good.

Distracted by his thoughts, Jack slipped on one of the roof tiles and lost balance, instinctively he gripped his staff tighter focusing in his mind to let the wind help him regain balance. And for the strangest reason, it didn't work.

"What the-…Aaaahuhmf!"

He fell over and landed face first on a heap of snow, staff held tightly. He quickly got up and sat cross-legged, eyes focusing on his staff. His hands turned it around gently, it looked normal frost-covered and all, and when he concentrated a bolt of ice shot up from the tip.

"Hmm," he mumbled with a raised brow, " guess it was just a malfunction."

Jack brushed off any more thoughts and stood up. A few yards away, Sandy was still busy; apparently he hadn't noticed the screw-up, which Jack was thankful for. Jack held his staff confidently, closed his eyes and focused, prepared to have himself lifted off the ground. No more walking, he thought.

Except that nothing happened.

He opened his eyes in disbelief and then shock as a Nightmare faced him. It grunted, as if annoyed and stood up on its hind legs preparing to crush the boy with the force of its hooves. Jack backed away in shock, a breath escaped from his mouth. His staff refused to work. The Nightmare neighed angrily and stomped down on the currently powerless Jack Frost.

Heya, guys! This is my first fan fiction, ever! Please be nice, I'm super nervous. I hope this is okay and not too boring. Reviews are appreciated! This is supposedly just a few chapters long so if you have any feedback, it would really motivate me to finish this early…or maybe make the story a bit longer…?