Jack thrashed in his bed, getting tangled in his sheets as faceless phantoms chased him. They were calling him a murderer, one voice stood out more than the others "WHY JACK?! MY WIFE...YOUR MOTHER! MY DAUGHTER... YOUR SISTER! YOU'RE A MONSTER!". His fathers' from what he could tell.
"I'M SORRY! I CAN'T REMEMBER... PLEASE STOP!" He shouted back clutching his head and screwing his eyes closed.
He opened his eyes to find himself on a frozen pond. Jack felt a presence behind him and turned to find a soaking wet little girl with brown hair and eyes. She was deathly pale and had a demonic smile on her face witch quickly turned into a pain grimace. Blood started to soak through her dress and she started to cry, a horrible sound that hurt Jacks' ears.
"Oh my god! Are you ok? Who did this to you?" He started to panic when the crying turned into crazy, ear-splitting laughter.
"He's in the water" she whispered pointing at a hole in the ice "Look!"
Jack slowly walked to the edge of the pond. What he saw shocked him, a corpse of a boy about eighteen years of age with lifeless brown eyes and hair. Then his eyes caught his own reflection, snowy white hair and bright blue eyes but the face was very much the same.
"Is that...? Was that -?"
"YOU! YOU DID THIS!" She shrieked hatefully grabbing him by the elbow and dragging him across the ice "STAY AWAY FROM THE MIDDLE JACK! STAY AWAY!"
"NO!" He yelled jerking awake as the girl in the nightmare threw him into the hole in the ice, a thin layer of frozen sweat covered his body. He sat up in his bed after untangleing his legs before deciding to try and find a bathroom.
Pitch had seen the whole thing, he melted into the shadows when jack had shouted and went to his own rooms, no doubt he'd receive a visit from the child later.
"Pitch?"
"Yes lad?"
"Can we start training now?"
"Yes, an old friend once told me some winter spirits could fly... lets see if you can!"
They found a clearing in the woods near their home, Jack had found his staff outside a few feet away from their home and asked if he could keep it Pitch had replied "I don't give a damn".
"... so.. how do I do this flying thing again"
"Call the wind." Pitch yawned.
"WIND!" Jack shouted. The wind responded by picking him up and throwing him into a tree.
"Try asking nicely in your head this time..." Pitch laughed.
'Hi wind! sorry I shouted at you, I'm new to this. So wind take me up?! Please.' Jack thought both relieved and frightened when he drifted up, then angry when he saw Pitch hadn't seen.
Jack aimed at Pitch and with precision snipers would be proud of tossed a snowball at his head. Pitch turned and snarled, the frost child panicked and tried to flee, turning and flying into a tree knocking himself unconscious.
Pitch sighed, and carried the boy back to their home. He did well for his first time, very well indeed.