Chapter one – His Son is Cold.

Jack was different. A bad different.

He could bring the cold winter where ever had walked. He could make it snow on a thought. He could frost window and lakes. But that's normal for a winter spirit, isn't it? No that wasn't the problem; it was the shadows.

He could travel by shadow all over the world, and yes, he had tried it. While it was great to begin with, the game had lost its fun. It wasn't like riding the wind, where she would try and flip and catch him, sometimes missing. The shadows were different. They were cold, a bad cold, a scary cold. Jack was used to this cold. It was like to cold look the other spirits gave him, like the humans gave the snow. Most people didn't like the snow, or the cold. The cold killed the weak and elderly, and Jack hated himself of it. So he acted his (physical) age.

Earning him his reputation as a joker, the naughty spirit. It was alright for April Fools or All Hallows Eve (more commonly known as Eve) to do it because that's their holiday; but not for Jack Frost. He was supposed to be cold, like the snow he makes and the wind he rides. So no one found out about the shadows. For it was a bad talent, he could do what Pitch Black, the boogieman, can do.

Oh, he knew lots about Pitch Black, the monster under the bed, bane of the Guardians, giving nightmares to children. Nothing wrong with that, for how do you know good without bad? He had followed Pitch on some occasions, it was a game he liked to play. Jack found that he and Pitch were similar like that. Both could use shadows; Jack hoped the likes ended there.

Gaining his place as the antisocial spirit that will ruin your holidays. Like Easter '68. That wasn't his fault. But no one would believe him. Because he was cold. And I imagine to your surprise, that the way Jack liked it. He wasn't accepted and they left him alone, better than bullying him about it.

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"What makes you think I want to be a Guardian?"

About 300 years had passed since Jack became a spirit, learning his powers and losing his memories. He was on the naughty list, yet they want him to be a guardian of childhood?! And the Sandman kept giving him odd looks, like he knew something about Jack that Jack didn't know. The other Guardians gave him odd looks, to them, being a Guardian was the best in the world, why would anyone not want to become one.

"No, seriously, you want me, spirit of winter, coldest and naughtiest spirit out there, to want to be a Guardian? Now, if you asked about 200 years ago, I would properly jump at the chance. But now I know what I'm doing, you want me to..." Jack was rambling. There was another reason why he was antisocial. He could tell the others fears. Their fears and nightmares. Tooth was scared for her fairies, kangaroo was worried for Easter. But what terrified Jack was that he KNEW this information, and Jack knew, if he wanted, he could use it against them.

So he knew, when Tooth's fear raised rapidly, the fairies had gotten hurt.

"My fairies..." and she was gone.

"To the sled!" North all but shouted in his booming Russian accent.

"No, if it's alright with you, but I'll get there my own way, and I promise you, I'll be there before you."

With that said, Jack was also gone.

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BUNNY'S POV

When we got to the tooth palace, Jack jumped next to me and I wondered how on earth Jack travelled that far that quickly; I knew for a fact that Jack couldn't of travelled the wind, the North wind, whilst strong, couldn't take the heat. But that was a question for another time as I noticed that Jack was holding boxes of teeth.

"They're taking the teeth!" and with that voiced aloud, we sprang into action. But it was too late, the nightmares made of sand were gone.

We crashed landed onto one of the many platforms in tooth's palace, thanks to North, thinking it was a good idea for Jack (not questioning where he came from) to take charge of the sled. We quickly clambered out and stood in defensive positions. Tooth was flying, panicking. I don't blame her. Her fairies, which mean the world to her, were gone.

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JACKS POV

I forgot how fun shadow traveling can be.

Sure, it's cold and creepy sometimes, but free falling out of a black sand horse is kinda fun too. I landed on one of the many platforms of tooth's palace, to see the sand creations taking the teeth and fairies (granted, they look like humming birds, but the children named them fairies, so fairies it is). I saw North sleigh flying below me, so I jumped onto it and said:

"They're taking the teeth!" the Guardians of childhood tried to retaliate, but it was too late, they were gone.

WORD COUNT - 944

EDITED 25-JUNE-2015