Chapter 2
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North climbed the wooden stairs, planning to check on Jack; he hadn't come down from his room in a while. However, the guardian of wonder was not worried- the spirit tended to stay in his room for hours, making ice sculptures or creating ice animals. These were done with cries of joy, so North was surprised when there were no sounds coming from the other side of the door. North knocked quietly.
"Jack?" he said. No answer. The guardian pushed the door slowly open, only to find the window open and no Jack. North laughed.
"Typical Jack," he cried, "always flying out of windows!"
And he shut the door, and went back downstairs. When Jack was back, he would teach him how to use a door.
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Jack landed and walked across a beach, breathing in the fresh air. The sand seeped through the gaps of his toes, and he liked the feeling. He walked on, taking advantage of silence and noticed the ground beneath him had changed. Jack looked down, and his heart stopped.
Baby Tooth.
He was standing on them, just like his nightmare. Jack screamed, and sprinted to a nearby rock, forgetting that he could fly. The spirit scrambled to the top, and screwed his eyes shut.
"No, no, no!" he screamed, "No!"
Jack opened his eyes again, and looked down at the floor.
To find that the ground was not Baby Tooth, but pebbles. The spirit let out the breath he was holding, and slowly slid down the rock he was on. However, he was still afraid. And then, a voice rang out in his head.
This is only the beginning…
"No…" Jack muttered and swung to the floor. The voice stopped echoing, leaving Jack with his own thoughts.
Should he tell the guardians?
But what would they do about it?
But what would they do about it? It was just one nightmare, after all. Jack sat down slowly, his mind buzzing.
"If it happens again…I'll tell them…" he said to himself and flew off, not knowing where he was going.
And when he was gone, a shadow rose from the rocks. It stepped out the cracks, and became solid.
"Oh Jack…" Pitch Black said, an evil grin spread across his face. He watched the spirit fly off until he was no longer visable the sky.
"We'll see about that…"
And he sank back into the shadows, leaving no evidence he was ever there.
Jack, after two full hours, returned to the North Pole, intending to freeze some elves. Quietly, he flew through the window to the kitchen. He wanted something to eat. The spirit crept over to the fridge and pulled it open; he immediately noticed the chocolate on the middle shelf. Bingo. Jack yawned, and realised that he was tired. He looked at his chocolate.
"I'll take this into my room…" he muttered; he didn't want the elves taking it.
North was humming to the music playing in his office, occasionally singing along. He was, until he felt the tell-tale gust of wind whipping through the hall.
"Jack Frost." He said, "Will he ever learn to walk?"
The guardian rose from his chair and was about to go to the spirit when he heard a door close from above. He looked at the clock hanging in the middle of the room. It read 11 o clock.
"I will let him sleep…" North said to himself and made his way to his own room, ready for bed.
Jack was in a old looking house. A fire was burning, and two children were playing in the centre of the room with wooden dolls. The spirit crept closer so he could hear what the girls were saying.
"I will beat you!" one of them cried, waving one of the dolls in the air.
"Everyone knows I'm the master of this castle, so I can beat you easily!" said the other, placing the doll's hands on its hips. Jack smiled. He liked watching children play.
Suddenly, the fire in the room went out; the children kept playing.
"Who's the bad guy?" one asked. The other one looked at Jack quickly, black eyes piecing into his.
"Jack Frost, of cause."
Then they both giggled and carried on playing.
"Hey- I'm not bad!" Jack cried desperately. Both children smiled, showing rows of dagger- like teeth.
"You know," the first girl said, "that the only way to kill Jack Frost is to burn him, right…"
Her voice echoed around the room, which was now full of smoke. Jack screamed. Not this.
Fire.
"Someone help!" the spirit cried, looking for a way out. But there was none. He coughed, and felt the fire coil around his ankles.
"No!" he screamed and heard cackling behind him. He turned around, and saw the two girls holding hands, black eyes glistening in the fire light. Jack fell to his knees, unable to breathe. The children stood above him, smiling.
He felt the flames heat on his skin…
He couldn't move…
Jack woke up with a small cry, trembling. The spirit looked around warily, making sure he was still in the pole. He was. Good.
He had to tell someone.
Jack got up shakily, vaguely realising it was light outside. He grabbed his staff, and was ready to leave his room when:
"I don't think so, Jack…"
And then, all Jack was aware of was darkness.
