A/N:

Hey guys :) this is my first RotG fic (besides a few drabble ideas) and I'd really like your reviews on what you think of it or questions or anything. sorry about any grammatical or spelling mistakes! i tried... :)


"You're too slow!" Jack Frost laughed as he flew high over the rooftops. Tooth Fairy and Bunnymund were right behind him. Tooth laughed and Bunny smirked "I told you once, Frosty, don't race a rabbit." The two originals shared a mischievous smile before scooping up handfuls of snow and chunking poorly formed snowballs at the young Guardian.

He faltered in air and crash landed onto a snow covered roof. He sat up and watched their two disappearing forms speed away laughing. He pushed himself up and laughed to himself as he brushed himself off. Tooth had a surprisingly good arm, though he expected it from Bunny with all the boomerangs and egg-grenades he threw around. Scooping up and arm load of snow, he silently called the wind and was swept up into the sky by the cold breeze.


They lost him for a while, but he was starting to catch up when a small feathered fairy flew into Tooth and whispered information to her. Tooth stopped short and flittered in the air, conversing with Baby Tooth. Bunny stopped and turned towards her. "What's going on, mate?" he asked after she dismissed the fairy.

"Something happened to a group of my faries that were working in the European area, an ambush or something. It's probably nothing, but I have to go see to them. Sorry!" She apologized in her quick sing-songy voice as she flew high into the air and away towards her castle. Bunny shrugged before glancing back at the fast approaching Jack. He launched from his spot on the roof and hopped along until the city began to thin. Trees began to mix with buildings and houses were farther apart. Soon enough Bunny was bounding through the forest and dodging trees with ease. When he was sure that he had lost the crazy winter spirit, he slowed to a stop and observed the wintery scenery.

When Jack still hadn't caught up after 1 minute, Bunny figured he gave up and tapped his foot on the ground. He glanced around one more time before jumping into the tunnel that led back to the warren.


Jack weaved in and out of trees and over frozen creeks with a handful of snow just in case he caught a glimpse of the sneaky rabbit. He touched down onto the frosty ice of a pond. Letting the snow ball drop from his hand, he sighed and propped the staff up on his shoulder. Glancing up at the winter sun, he could see it was getting late. Manny was slowly rising on the other side of the sky. He watched a flock of canadian geese fly above in a V-formation.

The shadows of the trees slowly grew longer, stretching out over lake and encircling the unsuspecting guardian. The circle grew tighter around him until it lapped at his feet. Jack jumped and looked down. Before he could react the shadows grabbed his bare feet with a vigorous grip. He heard the ice crack and he lost hold of his staff as he fell through the ice.


He tumbled down, pulled by shadows, into the dark abyss. The walls, what he could see, were sharp and moist. Jack could see his staff, just out of reach, start to fade as he fell farther and farther down. He reached out, trying to get a grip on anything to stop him from falling, but all he felt was the dark grains run through his fingers. The darkness pushed at him and enclosed him in itself. He could feel the air running out in the tight sphere it was forming around him. Suddenly everything stopped. The sand stopped twisting and tightening, the wind wasn't rushing in his ears anymore. Just black stillness as the evil shadows alleviated and air began to flow through his lungs again.

Jack sat up slowly and discovered the shadows holding him up inches above the bottom of the pit. He quickly jumped off and batted it away from him. He searched around the tunnel for his staff, but could hardly see in the dim light.

"Well, Jack, it's nice to see you again." a calm voice declared, "How long has it been since you and your friends ruined my plans and sent my own nightmares after me?"

Jack quickly glanced around, standing in the best defensive position he could do without his staff. A chilled laugh came from right in front of Jack and Pitch Black arose from the black shadow, holding Jack's staff in his hand. "No worries, I didn't bring you here to kill you."

He threw Jack the crook and placed his hands behind his back. "Then why am I here?" Jack growled, snatching the magic staff out of the air and clutching it tightly. Pitch smirked at the obvious fear Jack was trying to hide.

"Well, a few things actually. Starting with..."

Pitch gestured behind Jack and he turned slowly from the nightmare king and came face to face with himself. "...A... mirror?"

His reflection held a shocked expression laced with fear. What was strange about this mirror was that his mirrored persona had raven black hair and golden eyes instead of his normal pristine white hair and iridescent blue eyes. "What happened to my...?" he tugged at his hair but stopped mid-sentence when the reflection didn't move along with him. There was a strange vibe to the glass image that gave him chills and filled him with an unknown fear.

Pitch's cold laughter echoed in the cave and Jack glanced back at him confused. The shadow man didn't answer, just smiled amusedly. A soft chuckle breathed behind him and he spun back to the mysterious mirror, but the reflection was standing in an entirely different position than he. The dark navy blue hood was up over his head, casting his face in shadows, and his arms were crossed across his chest and a smirk etched across his pale white face.

"I think you're missing something." Pitch spoke from an unknown place in the shadows. The reflection looked down and silently chided himself before looking up again and stretching his arm out. His fingers flexed and the shadows moved from the floor until it pooled in his hand. A flick of his wrist and the wispy darkness stretched and formed into a black staff almost identical to Jack's own.

Jack's confusion must have been legible on his face because the dark reflection burst into a bone-chilling laugh. "He's so clueless." He suddenly turned serious and looked deeply at Jack "I'm no mirror, Jack. I'm real." he explained as started circling him, his movements quite similar to Jack how he floated and glided over the ground. His voice was shockingly identical to the winter spirit's.

Jack stared at him confused and defensive, his staff glowing blue ready to fire a sheet of ice if the spirt made any funny moves. Who was this spirit anyway?

"Ya know what the best part is?" his malicious voice interrupted Jack's thoughts. "The children will eventually forget about you and your fellow guardians. Eventually stop believing." he glided to a stop in front of the eternal boy and leaned on his black staff nonchalantly, "But even as the children grow up and become adults, they will never, ever stop believing in me."

Jack furrowed his eyebrows and took a cautious step back. The darker version of him laughed and stood straight. He pulled his hood back off his head and smirked once more at Jack before he morphed into another being. His beady gold eyes danced in amusement at Jack's surprise and his sharp-toothed grin widened. The Nightmare King arose out of the shadows next to the mysterious spirt that had shape-shifted into a mirror image of Pitch. They looked almost exactly alike, Jack could barely tell the difference between the two.

They exchanged glances before boogeyman sank into the floor and arose right behind Jack. His arm, covered in shadow sand, formed into a metal glove with blades at each knuckle, he swung up and into the young spirit's back. He cried out in pain and fell forward onto his hands and knees. The bloody black sand flowed up back into pitch's sleeve and he stepped closer looking down at Jack along with his new ally.

A nightmare horse emerged from a jagged rock wall and grunted towards Pitch, it's blood red eyes begging to attack Jack and feed on his fear. The nightmare king held up a hand to silence it and he glared down at Jack for a second before raising him with his shadow sand. The injured spirit yelped in pain and his eyes flickered fearfully from Pitch, to the other dark spirit, and back. He handed jack the staff forcefully and Pitch whispered into his ear:

"Now, go find your precious little Guardians, and tell them that they better get ready. They haven't seen the end of me. I'm bringing fear back into the world, and you won't be able stop it this time."


A/N: Sooooooo...? i hope you liked it :) i worked hard on it and had to go back and change several things as i got new ideas and stuff. I might write more about the new dark spirit, i just freaking love him. you guys don't know him all that well cuz you havent read that much about him yet, but I really love him. I loved designing him cuz his powers are just freaking cool (The shape-shifting is my favorite) anyone want to guess who this mysterious spirit is and give your opinion on him?

plus i need help thinking of a title for this, im not too happy with the one i have, but its late and i couldn't really think of any...

So far this is just a one-shot, but it may become more. just depends on my creative juices and what my readers (pfff, what readers?) want. Thank you so much for reading! Please review!