Chapter 1
(Hi, I will clarify what laungage is being spoken with the line text and the caps' locked text. And Jack can speak Norse will Faith can speak must known laungages and if she can't then she can understand them. Enjoy!)
"Sandy speaking"
"Man in Moon speaking"
"Spoken in Norse, Russian and other languages"
"Yeti and Tooth's helpers speaking as well as Vixen's tail talk"
'Vixen and Faith's telepathy speak'
HE, HIM and HIS relate to Pitch.
(my notes)
Jack's POV
Pain. That's all I felt, the worst around my middle. Pitch had broken my staff.
Faith's POV
Darkness was all around as I opened my eyes, making sure that HE wasn't here, I uncurl myself from the protective ball I had slept in only to rediscover the broken ankle I appear to be sporting, several severe bruises spotted on my chest and numerous other body parts, multiple cuts and gashes as well as a thundering headache. The screeching of the door did not help. With out even looking up I knew who it was. Glancing up I saw a white haired, blood stained boy being dragged by HIM.
"I see that your awake now, so Birdy, meet Frost. Frost Meet Birdy. Frost will be staying in the other cage for his punishment." Pitch spat at us, though it was mostly directed at me, as a ragging fire was lit under the other cage.
"They will come Pitch, and they will defeat you." The boy, Frost as I now knew him, looked up revealing baby blue eyes that held the spark of youth as he warningly stated said sentence to HIM.
"Who, the Guardians? They disowned you and that's why your here is it not?" HE retorted snickering at the pained expression on Frost's face.
(Norse)"Do you speak Norse?" I questioned, hoping that HE didn't hear.
"Yes, why do you ask?" Frost answered back
"Shut up!" HE had heard. I felt the colour drain from my face as HE throw Frost into the hot cage. A loud crack emits from his arm as he became to furiously sweat, the fall he took was the last movement seen from the cage as two pieces of wood were given to a Nightmare to take to HIS study. That's where my conductor of power is, my book.
"Let's have some fun, shall we, while Frost's out of action." The look in HIS eyes told me exactly what HE had planned.
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30 minutes Later
The bleeding had died down now, some from the re-opened cuts and some from new cuts. What still gushed strong came from an unmentionable area. HE had never gone that far before, but HE did. I feel so alone, so scared, so violated. The injuries were kept to a minimal, the only serious new one was a twisted, once majestic and golden-brown, wing on my back and that I was grateful for. Oh how I longed the contact that only a loved one could provide. To cuddle into someone's chest and have them comfort me as tears returned to my eyes as the little first sob escaped and I curled up into a protective ball that I had become accustomed to. A small amount of time later groans of pain and frustration interrupted my thoughts. That was the tell tale sign that Frost had woken up.
Jack's POV
The heat was the first thing I felt, then the damp sweat that coated me. Lastly, the pain. My left arm, back, middle, everywhere. A noise could be heard in the distance, opening my eyes I see, not much, it's blurry but one shape could only be the girl, Birdy as Pitch had called her. My vision cleared and the sight of her, red stains were everywhere one wing, didn't notice that she had wings before, bend at a wrong angle, cuts and scars adjourning her and, I don't even want to think about the bruising. Her clothing was dirty, bloody strips of fabric that was probably a dress and stockings once. Looking at my arm I see that it's bent at an odd angle, some cuts and scrapes cover me, seen though the rips in my hoodie and pants. Sobbing, that's what the noise I was hearing. Not knowing whether she spoke English or not I greeted her in Norwegian.
(Norse)
"Hey, you good?" I quizzed her.
"I'm fine." She sniffled back.
"Your crying so your not, do you speak English?" I state solemnly
"Yes I do, but HE can't understand Norse so that is what I speak." Birdy sobbed, that can't be her real name can it?
"Okay. What's your real name? I doubt that Birdy is your real one." I ask, wanting a proper name to call the young girl.
" It's not. My real name is Faith B. Leif. But some might know me as the Golden Angel. What's your real name?" Huh, so that's her name, Faith, though I don't know where the golden bit comes from, the angel bit yeah but, maybe her wings, hair and eyes were gold once, or a golden brown? Her eyes did lack that spark that kids tend to have...
"Jack Frost." I answer bluntly, now sitting up.
"Okay, please' don't call me Birdy." Probably is Pitch's nickname for her.
"Sure. What happened to you? Who's HE? How long have you been here?" My curious nature, always there.
"Torture, Pitch, 100 years." The lack of emotion in her voice tells me that she has been through hell. The guilt I feel, if I had know I would have saved her. But I didn't, I'm pretty sure no one did.
"I'm sorry." Sadness coats my voice only letting a little guilt through.
"It's okay. Who are the Guardians?" Faith changes the subject, not wanting to remember the nightmare that won't be her life for much longer. I hope they come.
"You seriously don't know? How old are you?" My voice sound scratchy but the surprise still gets though.
"Yes and I'm 150 in Spirit years but look 13 in human years." That explains why she looks so young.
"Wow." cough hack cough. "The Guardians are a group made up of E. Aster Bunnymund; the Easter Bunny, Tootharina; the Tooth Fairy, North or Santa Clause; St Nick whatever you want to call him, and Sandy; The Sandman." I inform her trying to distract us both as a pain yelp escaped me.
"Your weak, as if the flame affects your health, are you the Winter Spirit?" Care and worry were driven deep into her voice, as if I was the source of her sanity.
"Yes." That sounded so, pathetic, weak or possible even sick. A Scared look spreads across our faces as we both see all the signs of a fever.
"Tell me a story, please?" A distraction, good idea, Faith.
"Okay, uummmm, oh, I got it! I'll tell you the story of..." My voice trails off, the rest unheard by her ears. Then it all went black.
Nobody's POV
Else where...
"You think it's over? It's far from over, now might I ask, where is Jack? You swore to protect children at all costs but I know two that you failed." Pitch yelled with fear hidden deep with in HIS eyes as North's swords come in contact with HIS neck.
"Ve have not failed the children, Pitch." North growled, daring HIM to continue. A sickly smile spread across Pitch's face.
"Not that you would know, she never meet you nor you her, such a young Spirit, 13 by human standards, only 150 by ours. And Jack Frost, the 300 year old 16 year old, why, he was quite lonely wasn't he. No one to care or play with him, unseen by the brats behind you. Birdy's all but lost hope, isn't that your job Bunny? Protecting a child's hope. There's very little of that youthful spark in her eyes, once such a marvelous colour. No wonder or memories ever for her. They both never did have sweet dreams as well," Pitch said sounding sarcastically sad at the thought as the Guardian's faces grew long and surprised, eyes full of sadness and guilt. Pitch looked them in the eyes and asked them; "Why do you look so surprised, surely you must have known?"
" Shut yer trap, Pitch, we didn't forget no child so you have no bloody right to say so yer wanka." Bunny exclaimed, quite rudely. (AUSSIE! I know how We talk better then you people from other countries, should I have used 'yer drongo' rather than 'yer wanka'?)
"Bunny! There's children here!" Tooth yelled after recovering from shock.
"Whose Birdy? What have you done with Jack?" Sandy silently yelled the signs at Pitch, who had a smug look on his face as a Nightmare made it's presence known.
" My, my. Someone scared, I wonder who?" Pitch said, trying and failing to not let the fear show. "And the oh so glorious Sandman has worked it out, but will the rest of you? Take a closer look though the maze of room when you go to collect Tooth's fairies."
"You, don't know vhat your talking about." The Russian told him, swords still dangerously close to cutting HIS neck. That's when the Nightmares that had trotted into the clearing sprung, grabbing Pitch and pulling him down, back under the bed.
"This is not the last of me! I will gain control again! you will fall!" The word echoed down the hole as the Guardians turned to say goodbye to the children who were standing behind them, they pondered on what Pitch had said.
Vixen's POV
(Vixen is Faith's 3 tailed cloud kitsune familiar and calls Faith Miss. They have a mental link.)
Miss is scared. She is scared a lot now days but this fear is different, this fear is for another. A friend. The Shadow Man is gone, but the new scent, Winter and boy, not man boy. Immortal too. The scent also has blood and heat-bite. The cage that held me had broken, turning into the Shadow Dust it was. My canine eye lit up when I found the right door, opening it, I found Miss and the Winter scented Immortal child. The Winter scented Immortal child smelt sick to, heat-dust and heat-bitten wood lay in the distance. Drag mark and a indent in the heat-dust told me that Miss had dragged the Winter scented sick Immortal child to the spot they were in now. 'Miss, who is the Winter scented sick Immortal child? Are you okay?' I questioned her quietly, not wanting to scare her. But she had sensed my presence, looking up and smiling weakly, I lay my head on her lap and comfort her, but she picks me up and holds me close to her heart as she cries.
'His name is Jack Frost,' Sob. 'And no I am not.' Miss informs me. I curl closer to her and rub my head against her.
'It will be okay.' I promise her, if I have to die to protect Miss, than that is what I will do.
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