It hurt, a pain that was raw and deep. Yet he didn't cry out as he knew that it was for the greater good.
And the last thing he remembered was the boy had helped to defeat Pitch in a single act of braveness. The simple and yet so harmless act of that one little boy shook the Spirit world to it's very foundations.
The Children of Chaos turned their full attention to the event and now saw that their own had been hurt.
Jynx was enjoying his day when he felt something akin to a crack in the world ripple through existence. He gasped as he suspected what happened and he looked up in horror.
"Frackin bloody fool!" Jynx shouted as he shifted to his true form, a large feral looking purple werecat. He then rushed through forests and over oceans and through entire worlds to get to the source.
He never thought, actually never betted on Artemus putting his own life into the gamble. But that was exactly what the Werecat soon realized what happened. He wasn't the first to arrive, as Lady Pitchiner was already there.
He recognized her by her black hair and tall regal cloak, not to mention the clouds that seemed to be a part of her hair. She watched something and he turned to see what it was. They were hidden from view, watching things, yet purposely outside of time.
Jynx watched as Pitch was soundly defeated, by the chosen candidates of Light, or Tsar Lunar XII. And the Werecat had to admit that MiM did a good job, without directly getting involved. But he could tell that he too, didn't think that Story would make the choice to sacrifice himself to see Pitch defeated.
Yet it wasn't enough, as Pitch was now locked up in his own Lair and unable to escape. And Story was dead.
Story was dead, yet the core remained, a formless mass that threatened to vanish forever. The Guardians moved on forward, with the hopes, dreams, wishes and Wonder that the Children of the world needed.
They watched as the Guardians mourned for their lost Pixie, and then went back to the work that was needed.
And Emily Jane quickly embraced the fading mass that was their sibling, the thirteenth and youngest of them. She prevented him from vanishing, as it was her love, rarely shown, that stopped him from doing so.
The other Children of Chaos quickly came to join her and she allowed each a time with him. It was also actually the first time that Jynx saw Torch, and he determined that he officially didn't like the Summer Spirit. The feeling was mutual.
Each one was allowed some time with Fable, as that was who he was, by Emily. And never once did she let him go, as she worried that he'd disappear if she did.
Created by need, Fable just existed one day. The final child of Chaos, and as they now realized, the most important one of them all. He was their record keeper, their existence depended upon him, and his existence depended on them. He was their living book, and Pitch had almost destroyed him.
Tsar Lunar explained to the other twelve, that he asked for Artemus's help, as Pitch had already had him imprisoned and trapped to his will. To be free, he just needed to help defeat Pitch. The first time was a success, with very few hurt. And Artemus was fine, yet both had discovered that Story wasn't yet free. So this time, the plan was that the Pixie would his use power to seal Pitch away. However, he never thought that Artemus was so weak, and sacrificing himself in an attempt to seal him away.
It took a single boy, one who had been touched by Fable, and still had the remnants of what was Story. But Story was officially dead, Jynx knew.
He couldn't tell the Guardians, none of the Children of Chaos could. Nor would they. They decided to do what they could to heal their damaged brother. It took eons, and then it timeless, for the healing was done outside of time.
Eventually Fable recovered, and they watched Emily release their brother, and Jynx heard laughing.
He was relieved that they would not lose their brother, and all felt his presence. Jynx sighed in relief as as he felt something like a light tug on his tail, hearing laughter.
"Hey now!" Jynx retorted to the tug, turning to look. He didn't really see anything, but a little cloud of mist. "No pullin meh tail."
He heard laughing again and he shook his head and he smiled. Things would be alright now, he figured.
The others decided the same, and soon parted for to return to their chosen duties.
Fable as he was called, wandered about the worlds, and finding proof that indeed he once had a form. But the information about his original entry told him that he could not recreate this. However he could find a new entry. He just needed to have a wish that was so strong along with a dash of playful magic, and he could return.
He just needed to let someone or someones know. To do this, they needed hints. And to get those he needed to leave signs and clues for them. But who, he asked himself.
Then a thought came to him, emerging from somewhere within him.
He would go to the Guardians.