This story is another bit of a word garble There is no real middle or end in mind yet, but I hope to eventually get there. Feed back, comments and ideas always welcome. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
The World's Loneliest Boy
Jack laid against the ice in the bottom of the crevice; he hadn't tried to move after he fallen. He thought back on the past few hours; the tooth fairies, the tooth box, the others thinking he had betrayed them and then Pitch finding him. Everything they had all said hurt so badly, because as much as Jack didn't want to believe it all; the tiny part of him that was so hurt, took all of the words as truth. His staff lay in two pieces near his legs. Pitch had snapped it as if it were any old twig he had picked up off the forest floor, and had simply thrown it away. Slowly Jack sat up, rubbing the back of his head where it had struck the wall of ice behind him. He looked up at the walls of ice that made up the crevice and sighed; they were high. He picked up the pieces of his staff and rested the crook over his shoulder, holding the other one in his hand.
Jack walked over to one of the walls and began the task he had set himself; climbing. He slowly, and carefully began to climb his way up the wall of ice. He was able to create small handholds in the wall as he climbed. Despite it being what came so naturally to him, the cold, Jack felt it was draining him more than normal. His head ached, his arms and legs felt weak and even though he tried so hard to ignore it, his chest was about ready to explode. Jack wondered if he'd even be able to use his staff if he managed to fix it; he was convinced that he was pouring the last of his powers into climbing this wall. The climb was slowed by his need to bring the staff with him, constantly juggling it and catching it when it would slip from his grip. Jack focused on his climb, not noticing the flutter of tiny wings that followed him as he climbed upwards, making his way out of the crevice.
Jack finally collapsed onto his back, after he had managed to pull himself over the top edge of the wall. The two pieces of his staff clattered against the ice, falling next to him. Baby Tooth hovered nearby, unsure of what to do. Her Jack was upset; her Jack who had been tricked by Pitch when he had tried to help her. Baby Tooth hovered above the crook of Jack's staff. Jack opened his eyes and saw Baby Tooth nearby.
"You okay?' He asked. Baby Tooth responded by flying to Jack and snuggling into his hoodie pocket. Jack sat up and let out a single sob, catching the rest in his throat, which burned as he refused to let himself cry over everything that had happened.
"Oh Baby Tooth, it's all gone wrong. I just… I wanted them to believe in me. I don't deserve for the children to believe, I know that now, but for…them to just… they're meant to help!" He couldn't stop it now; the sobs came fast from his throat. He leant over, his knees buried in the snow, and cried into the snow that covered the ground. 'I tried! I really, really did… I'm so sorry Baby Tooth." Jack sobbed out, sitting back up and looking the pocket on his hoodie. Jack felt something move in his pocket, something much heavier than a tooth fairy. He pulled the memory box out of the pocket and stared at it, then dropped it next to him. Baby Tooth came out of the pocket and watched from overhead as Jack dug into the snow with his hands, chipping away at the ice underneath with one of the broken ends of his staff. Hours passed as Jack dug into the snow, not making noise besides tired grunting every now and then.
Finally he stood, looking at how deep the hole was. Jack kicked the memory box into the hole and using the crook of his broken staff, began to push the snow back into the hole. When Jack was satisfied with his work, he turned and walked from the hole. The chunk of land he was on was small, it was made up almost entirely of ice and snow, with some stone caught up in the mass. Baby Tooth chirped frantically, trying to push the snow away from the hole, then following after Jack. The little fairy flew as fast as she could, trying to catch up to Jack. Soon, Jack came to the other end of the small island; this end was more rocky than the other, and felt more solid as he stepped onto it. It was strange feeling the stone under his bare feet, the feeling of it had always felt odd. It reminded him of ice but it wasn't as cold, it felt like something was missing from it. Jack sat on the end of a large portion of rock that jutted out from the island, and hung his legs voer the edge, above the cold ocean that was below him. Baby Tooth sat on Jack's shoulder and nestled against his neck, hoping her company would help the boy.
Jack stared out at the water; watching as it rippled and crashed against itself and the island. The water would be freezing, the little creatures that were in it adapted to the cold a long time ago. Jack wasn't a fan of water that wasn't frozen, or falling from the sky as snow; he had never figured out why. All he knew was that being near bodies of water made him more uncomfortable than anything else. Today he stared at the water and ignored the feeling of fear it pushed into his head. He watched the ocean move, for the first time admiring how beautiful it was. He had flown above it plenty of times, but had never really paid attention to it.
Jack ran his fingers over the wood that the crook of his staff was made from; it felt awful. The once smooth wood now felt jagged in his hands, like it was ready to fill the skin of his hand in splinters. Jack pulled his arm back and without thinking about what he was doing, flung the wood forwards. He waited for the splash but had to dodge, as the crook seemed to boomerang back towards him. Dodge moved his head out of the way just in case, and heard the wood crash into a mound of snow. Jack stared with bewilderment at the wood that was half buried in the snow. He grabbed the wood and tried again, and again, trying to throw either end of the staff into the ocean below him. Each time he would throw it off the edge of the rocky outcrop it would turn and fly back at him, which he would have to dodge. Each time it caught him off guard; he never truly expected it to come back. Baby Tooth watched on, cheering everytime it would fly back to Jack. She was a little confused about what her boy was doing but, he seemed to be enjoying. She wasn't wrong, Jack had begun to grin each time the wood flew back, without realising it. Jack slumped down again, sitting on the ground and rested against a larger piece of rock. He looked at the two halves of his staff, which were laying on the ground in front of him.
"You seem pretty convinced you belong with me, so now would be a good time to tell me how to fix you." He told the staff, disappointed when nothing happened. Jack fell asleep where he was sitting, Baby Tooth nestled into his pocket. The two of them slept for the rest of that day, and most of the next as well. Jack was exhausted, he felt like he was ready to sleep forever.
