Chapter 2 - 300 years.

In the first hundred years or so living with Pitch, Jack had never once left the safety of the palace. This was partly because he was scared that he'd do something wrong and Pitch would get angry, he'd gotten angry with Jack once or twice and it was not a pretty sight, and partly because he wanted to explore the palace and get to know it.

The first time Pitch had gotten angry with Jack was when he asked about the rules on his 5th day. Pitch had told him that they were there to protect him. Jack should have dropped it there but he didn't and Pitch got mad. He struck Jack across the cheek and sent the boy away, forbidding him to ask about them any more.

Jack could have run away then but he didn't he had promised the old man that he would work with him. Pitch got with angry with him a second time during those 100 years when Jack decided to explore the palace. He opened a door to a massive room that he could only glimpse inside of before Pitch appeared. He struck Jack, this time with no reason and no explanation other than a few simple words. "Out of bounds." Pitch had said, calmly as he went through the door and locked it. Jack really hated it when Pitch was angry at him, partly because of the slap that always came with it, and Pitch is a strong guy, his slaps hurt, but mainly it was because he didn't like the feeling of making other people upset.

After he had explored the palace he started to train, learning how to shoot concentrated blasts of magic energy that took the form of ice from the tip of his staff and learning to get a better control of the wind. The wind hated the palace and hated being called into it but it came anyway, it had little choice but to come, it's master called it. Sometimes, if he was in a good mood, Pitch would train with Jack and teach him swordplay. When Jack was training with Pitch, he was never allowed to use his staff. Pitch said that if Jack was ever captured and didn't have his staff then he'd need to know what to do. He did, however, allow Jack to use his staff occasionally, when he wanted to teach him how to fight with it as a weapon by itself and not as a magic staff. Jack would generally be pretty beaten up and worn out by the end of a training session with Pitch while the Nightmare King himself barely had a scratch on him and was never worn out.

In the century that followed, Jack would leave during the night. He would always make sure that it was the night of a new moon. He would make mild snow storms or weak powder, nothing too noticeable, he had learnt that both the Easter Bunny, or E. Aster Bunnymund, and Santa Clause, or Nicholas st. North, both kept an eye on the weather. The Tooth Fairy, Toothiana, and the Sandman, Sanderson Mansnoozie, were also a problem and he had nearly been seen by one of Tooth's Mini-Fairies on more than one occasion.

Jack soon learnt that there were many more rules that Pitch hadn't told him about. He wasn't allowed to be seen, at all, when he went out and he wasn't allowed to touch dream sand, if he even saw any dream sand streams he was to leave the area, the country even right away.

In the decades that followed his second century as a spirit he started going out during the day but would always stick to the shadows as the sun was too bright for him after 200 years in darkness. His cape had long since fallen apart and he soon adopted a jumper with a hood. He got 2 of them, a blue one and a black one. He put the blue one on and it was a perfect fit, the shoulders, sleeves and hood soon got a thin lining of frost on them. He smiled and went to show them to Pitch, hoping he'd be in a good mood.

When he arrived back at the palace he was a bit surprised to find that Pitch was in fact, in a good mood. "Hello Jack." Pitch said, there was a slight happy tone to his voice. And then he looked in Jacks direction and saw the hoodies.
"Hey Pitch" He said, cautiously, not wanting to ruin his mood.
"And what might those be?" Pitch asked, a frown forming on his face.
"Just jumpers" Jack said, scared that Pitch would be angry.
Pitch nodded and looked at the one Jack was wearing. "It suits you." He said. Not allowing anything to ruin his mood. "But please, wear the black one at night, with the hood up, it will make you less noticeable by those blasted fairies."
Jack was amazed that Pitch hadn't shouted at him or even slapped him. "O- Okay" He stuttered, looking for words. "Why are you in such a good mood?" He dared to ask. Pitch gestured for him to follow and walked into one of the rooms Jack wasn't normally allowed in.

He detected the flash of fear that shot through the boy as he realized which room they were going in and smiled. He had trained the boy well. He opened the door and walked through, Jack who was hesitating had another flash of fear run through him that almost made Pitch laugh, he was scared that if he didn't go through Pitch would yell at him for being slow. Jack took a deep breath and walked in. The door closed behind him.

The room they were in had jars of golden dream sand in them. Pitch emptied a jar onto a table and touched the sand. The blackness spread through it like a virus, forming a horse out of the now black sand. She was beautiful but scary, her glowing amber eyes were looking straight at Jack. She looked like she was about to attack. "Nightmares" Pitch said. "I have finally perfected making dreams into nightmares." He smiled and laughed one of his more evil laughs. Jack smiled, knowing that Pitch had been working on this since before he had met Jack, since before Jack had been made. He was happy for Pitch. "Of course," Pitch said, "I can't attack yet, I need to figure out how to summon my beautiful Nightmares without needing Sanderson's golden sand before I can do that." Pitch then dismissed the boy. In the next few decades Jack would hardly see Pitch.

Jack smiled as he watched the children play with the snow he had created and then he went to his tree near his lake in Burgess. He didn't know why but he had always been attracted to that pond and the village of Burgess. There were some children that he had grown rather fond of there, a boy called Jamie and his little sister, Sophie. He had grown fond of the other children too but those two in particular. He was lying on his tree when he decided that a 5 minute nap wouldn't hurt, it was going to be a new moon that night anyway. He closed his eyes and soon fell asleep. As usual he didn't dream but when he woke up it was well past sunset.

He cursed and ran back to the lair where he switched his hoody. The black one was slightly larger than the blue one but that was good, it meant it his his snow white hair a lot better when he pulled the hood up. He went back out of the lair and made it snow a bit more but then he saw Sandy's golden streams, he cursed and, being careful not to touch them, went into Canada instead. He liked Canada, it was usually always cold and he would make it snow quite often here.

He landed on a snow bank and smiled. He began making a snowman. A passing fairy noticed him as a speck of black against the white snow. She flew down to investigate. She was surprised when he jumped and started to fly in the air. His hood slipped and she saw the pure white hair that it hid. She followed him and saw him jump down a hole that was covered only by a broken and abandoned bed frame. She didn't like the look of the hole but she wanted to know who the boy was. She flew down it.

She saw the boy go through a door and flew to catch up with him, she caught up with him quickly and tried not to be noticed by him. He led her through a maze of corridors before finally stopping in a room. The room didn't look like it belonged in the palace. It had snow covering everything and a small igloo in one of the corners. There were detailed ice sculptures littering the floor. She flew over to one, forgetting that he would notice her.

"Shit." She heard. She turned around and saw the boy looking straight at her. "You shouldn't be here little Baby Tooth!" She looked at him and smiled, he'd given her a name. "I'm being serious, get out while you can!" She wasn't sure quite what he meant by that but she didn't make any attempt to leave. The boy sighed and placed his shepherds crook down, leaning against a wall. He then leaned against the same wall.

Baby Tooth flew over to him. She asked him who he was but he didn't understand her so she pointed at him with a confused expression on her face. "Who am I?" Jack asked. She nodded. Jack knew he shouldn't tell her, he knew he should take her to Pitch but then he saw the way she was looking at him with her mismatched eyes. He smiled at her. "Jack Frost" He said. She didn't recognise the name. He sighed again. "What am I going to do with you?" He asked her.

Then he heard Pitch. He grabbed Baby Tooth and gently placed her in his pocket, she knew she was going to have to stay quiet. Pitch opened the door and came in. "Who were you talking to Jack?" He asked him, sensing the fear that rose in him.
"No one.." Jack said, his voice shaking.
"Don't lie to me Jack!" Pitch shouted. "Who were you talking to?" Baby Tooth tensed up inside the pocket but tried to be as still as possible. The boy was defending her?!
Jack thought about telling him but then immediately dismissed that, "I was talking to no one!" He said, bolder than before. Pitch could still sense the fear in him but it was fading.
"Is that so?" Pitch asked. Jack knew better than to answer it. Pitch grabbed Jack by the collar of his hoody and raised his hand. The fear that ran through Jack in that instant was something Pitch loved, something he could become addicted to. The back of his hand then connected with Jacks face. "I'm not going to ask you again Jack! Who were you talking to?"
"No one" Jack said, weakly. The back of Pitch's hand then connected with the same place on Jack's face a second time. Then he realized he wasn't going to get an answer out of him so he hit Jack one last time in the same place before leaving his room and locking the door behind him.

Baby Tooth came out of Jack's pocket and saw the silent tears rolling down his face. She wiped one of his eyes and stroked the place that Pitch hit, causing him to wince. She gave him a look that said. "I'm sorry!" And then she left. She needed to tell her mother about this. She'd know what to do, she always knew what to do.

Jack watched as she passed through the wooden door like it wasn't there at all. He smiled, remembering what her warm feathers felt like in his hand and her soft touch. But she had left him. He didn't blame her, Pitch could be a little tricky to get along with sometimes but he had never caused Jack any lasting damage.

Pitch came back a few hours later and apologized. He hugged Jack, saying how sorry he was and explained that he was just stressed and then he explained his plans to Jack, telling him that he was not to leave to lair while he was away. Jack nodded and Pitch smiled at him and then left, leaving the door unlocked. He then went back to his study and proceeded to take action. He needed all the guardians together first though so he decided to cover North's globe entirely in Black Sand and hope he calls a meeting.


Well, I said I'd update soon and I couldn't resist writing more for this story.

If you have any questions please don't hesitate to leave them as a review or to PM me and I'll respond to as many as possible in the next chapter as an A/N before the chapter starts.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed it and I shall update soon because I am really enjoying writing this story at the moment :D