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Oh My Moon! Thank you for all of this. Didn't expect THIS many positive reviews, for one chapter, especially the first!
Oh Moon, Imma end up fainting where I lie.
Right.
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Thank you all, and enjoy the second chapter of The Ultimate Ultimatum!
Bunny looked around with dismay as he woke to still find them within Pitch's layer.
Tooth was chained near to the floor, several tears in her wings and bold patches over her body. Sandy was in hanging in a cage from the ceiling, his glow, near gone. North was covered in bruises and cuts. He was chained from the wall. Bunny himself, was also on the wall, right across from the door, the only thing in the way, was an artificial Globe of Belief. He was aggravating close to floor, but not close enough. If he was a bit taller, then he could open a tunnel to send a message for help. But he couldn't. That is what made it so aggravating. He had slashes across his feet, back and ears, as well as a huge stab wound in his chest.
There was a cackle and Bunny was overtaken by a fear so strong, it made him convulse violently.
It wasn't his turn AGAIN, was it!?
The door slammed open, but the figure was hidden behind the Globe. The voice, however was unmistakable.
"I should of got rid of the frost brat when I had the chance!"
This made all of the injured Guardians smile (Bunny's more pained as he was still convulsing) as they looked upon the lights that illuminated the Globe. Jack had done such a good job at keeping the belief up, and getting even MORE believers. There were areas on the globe that had nothing but lights, making it look like a toddler was left to decorate the entire Christmas Tree.
Their smiles slipped though, as the figure approached them, a wicked smirk on its face. It stepped into the light, revealing a powerful Pitch Black.
"Glad to see none of you are getting any better. I believe it's Bunnymund's turn today, am I right?" He clicked his fingers and the chains holding the Pooka disappeared.
The last thing Aster saw, was the ground spinning and the shine of a dagger coming towards his neck.
The dagger came towards his neck, shiny, short, fast and dangerous. He managed to roll aside, and he quickly kicked the Fearling aside. He looked around at the smouldering planet. He ran faster than ever before, hoping he could reach his home before anything happened. But there was no home left. What was once the home of the strongest of the Pooka, was now a smoking pile of ash.
"Ma!" He sprinted to where the kitchen used to be and saw a familiar lump of fur.
Unmoving.
"MA!" He kneeled beside her and pulled his dear mother on to his lap. He noticed her paw was tightly clenched around something. He pulled it out and tears fell forth when he recognised the picture of him getting his stripes. It was special day, because they had never seen that type of stripe on a Pooka's fur before. It symbolised a status greater than General. This made his father jealous. He didn't care though. His mother had never been so happy. He was one of the most respected for the future his stripes told him about. If only he knew, his family would never see his rise to greatness.
He cried until he heard someone shout his name. "ASTER!"
He shot off towards the direction of the shouts, before he was forced to skid to a halt as he saw the last building burn away. His youngest sister inside.
"NOOOOOO!" He jumped into the flaming building and gathered his sister in his arms, before leaping out again.
"Lizzy? Elizabeth!?"
She looked at her brother she admired so much with water filling her eyes. "I guess I'll never find out what my stripes are meant to be."
"Nah! Don't say stuff like tha', Lizzy!"
"I love you, Aster." And she was gone. Like the rest of them. And just like before, he did nothing to try and change that.
"Stop sulking and take it like a man, Aster."
He put his baby sister down and looked towards the voice. It was his father. He felt his temper rise with his body.
He chuckled darkly. "Take it like a man, ya say? What man, wouldn't break down, watching 'is 'ole family die in front of 'im!?" He shouted, his accent thicker then normal.
"Your as thick as that accent of yours, if that's what you think. Do you see me, weeping for the demise of my children and wife?"
"Nah. I don't. 'Cause if ya think I'll let the fact that Elizabeth died on 'er first birthday, slide, then yar no father nor are ya a husband. Yar a monster!" Aster snarled.
His father laughed at him. "Says the one destined to be greater then a general, but powerless to save the ones he claims to love. If I'm a monster, what does that make you?"
Aster mumbled something, incoherent.
"What was that!?" Taunted his father.
"I AM A FAILURE! AS A SON! AS A BIG BROTHER! AS A WARRIOR! ARE YA HAPPY NOW!? AFTER 18 YEARS, YA FINALLY GOT ME TA SAY WHAT I'VE BEEN DENYING ALL O' THIS TIME! YAR FAMILY'S DEAD AND I FINALLY ADMIT IT! ARE YA HAPPY NOW!?"
Without waiting for an answer, he pushed the elder Pooka into the flames of the still burning building, watching the last of his race die, with sick pleasure.
"Dingle, get the main room ready! Francis, gather the Senetials! No, don't worry Jingle, I'll sort out the situation with fairies myself! The Guardians are coming back!" Ever since he received the news of the Guardians location being discovered, the mischievous spark in his eyes had returned. He ran on foot, shouting orders with energy he had never had before.
After assuring him that he had everything under control, Phil shoved Jack out of the Workshop so he could get the mini-fairies.
He had never flown so fast in his life, arriving in Asia within half an hour. "Baby Tooth!"
His best friend zipped to his side, immediately asking why he was back so soon.
"Baby Tooth! You won't believe it! The search-yetis know where the Guardians are! Think you have any fairies to spare for the meeting!?"
The little fairy squeaked with delight at the news before, gathering a bunch of fifty mini-fairies, including herself.
"Come on! We have to hurry!"
They sped off to the Pole and found the elves, yetis and senitals awaiting his arrival. He flew to the front and everyone silenced.
He looked around at the creatures he had been working with for three years, thrill in his eyes. "The Guardians have been found!" He declared to the joyous shouts of all who were there.
"CALM DOWN!" He yelled, his voice holding no menace. "This is a big year for us all. Belief is higher then ever before, and the Guardians will be returning to us before New Years!"
This was met with even more cheers from everyone else in the room, except for Baby Tooth. She looked at her friend, properly for the first time since they met. Before, his eyes lit up with happiness, glowed with pain and flashed with anger and while there was a little light from them, they looked...dead. Underneath his now near lifeless blue orbs, were dark bags, showing he rarely slept well. How could he? His family was taken and he was left in the same state he had began in. Alone. Sure he had the elves and the yetis and the fairies and the senitals, but they couldn't provide the same warmth the Guardians could.
He no longer ran around like a child on sugar rush, but instead held himself like an adult that had the responsibility of the entire family on his shoulders. And he had more that. He had the weight of the Children of the World. It was too much for one spirit.
She was vaguely aware of his orders for everyone to help deliver the presents while he went to rescue the Guardians. She looked to the moon and clasped her hands in a silent prayer.
'I hope he returns to normal when the Guardians come back.'
Unfortunately, luck was never on the side of Jack Frost.
