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CHAPTER 1
Jack slowly opens his eyes and blinks a bit wondering where he is. The last thing he remembers is skating around on his frozen lake in Burgess, then blackness. Now his head hurts like he hit it. Piecing two together took longer than it should have for Jack. Suddenly he sits straight, and looks up seeing the cages all around the room with little feathers still in them Jack realizes that he was not only did he fall and hit his head, but he fell and hit his head in Pitch's lair. Looking around he sees a recognizable piece of wood and lunges for his staff. Realizing that his arm was stuck in some shackle thing and his staff is just out of reach, no matter how far he stretched.
This could only happen to me. Jack thought. It was just his luck that he would fall by accident and get trapped in his arch enemy's lair. All of the sudden he heard voices and footsteps. Who else is here, I thought pitch worked alone? He backs up into the shadows, and watches as pitch walks in with three figures dressed in black cloaks. Two of the figures had their hoods up to cover their faces, as soon as they walked in the short one with a hood looked straight at him, even though he should not be able to be seen in the shadows he is in.
"This is the main atrium, the front door is right there and you could always use it to - what is this" Pitch says as he picks up Jacks staff. Pitch spins on his heel and scans the room. The only other person not wearing a hood finally steps out of the shadows. He looked to be around Jack's age, maybe a little older, with big muscles, and white hair just like Jacks. His black, endless eyes narrowed at Pitch.
"What is it? I don't like surprises" He said dangerously. He spins around as there is a chuckle in the shadows. The two hooded figures seemed to be laughing at the other boy. "What did you say" the boy asked.
"There goes the surprise party we were planning for your birthday," replied the taller of the two figures. From the voice Jack guesses that this is also another boy about his age. The white boy spins around to face pitch again.
"Answer me, what is that! What does it mean?" He said, sounding a little less scary after the boy had said the thing about the party.
"This means that one of those pesky Guardians I told you about is here. I have no idea how he got in here but I plan on finding him, and killing that stupid winter spirit once and for all." Pitch said scanning the room, luckily going right over Jack. He suddenly leaves the room, as if in pursuit of the winter spirit. The boy rolls his eyes and mutters something about a shower, and walks out the other way. The tall hooded figure looks toward the smaller.
"I'm going to go make sure he doesn't hurt anyone, not that he would, but you can never be sureā¦" The shorter individual just nods. As soon as he leaves, the smaller person walks toward where Pitch had dropped Jack's staff and picks it up.
Please don't hurt it. Jack pleads in his head. Suddenly the person was next to him, and had pulled the shackle off his arm. "Who are you"? The person does not reply but grabs his arm and pulls him toward the back of the room where a door suddenly appeared, and he could see his lake in Burgess again.
Run. As Jack was pushed out the door he could have sworn he heard a fait feminine voice in his head telling him to run. The figure was still standing their watching him. Run. The voice repeated.
"Come with me, I can help you, you don't need to work with Pitch" Jack told the figure. He or she just shook their head and turned to go back inside. Not liking the answer Jack grabbed onto the arm of the cloak, as the person moved causing it to fall. The door disappeared leaving Jack with just his staff and a piece of black cloth. He was pretty sure that it was a girl now, considering the voice in his head, and what looked like long red hair that he had caught site of when the door closed and the cloak had slipped. When he glanced up at the sky to see the general time he saw the Northern Lights calling the Guardians together. "Wind, to the North Pole" He commanded of his old friend, who gently lifted him up and sent him toward North's workshop, as he left a trail of snow in his wake, covering a good part of Northern Canada.
