"Jack, oh Jack!?", a large Russian man yells out, looking high and low for his protégé. Suddenly, the windows in the workshop (the room he is in) start to bang, and begin to burst open. A flurry of snow comes through the workshop, covering everyone in there with frost. As the wind continuously whips around the room, causing trouble in its wake, a slender figure perches on the windowsill, and starts laughing at everyone.
The large Russian man (wiping snow from his face), looks to the window, where a young man with white hair and blue eyes sat. He looked at the young man with a stern expression, as he proceeded with his giggling.
"Glad you find all this chaos funny, but I have serious matter to discuss with you", the Russian said, as he gestured to the mess his associates (yetis), are trying to clean up. When the white-haired boy saw this, he ceded his laughter, and gave his mentor a weak smile.
"Sorry, North", said the young man, as he floated off the windowsill, "guess I got carried away this time." He sunk his head down in shame, and stuck his bottom lip out in a pouty face look. This made his mentor chuckle and roll his eyes- not buying what his protégé was selling.
"Is okay, Jack", said North, wrapping an arm around the white-haired boy, "but do not try again."
"I won't, I promise", said Jack, putting his hand behind his back, and crossing his fingers. "So, what's this 'serious matter', you wanted to talk to me about. It must be something big, if it causes you of all people to not appreciate a joke."
It had been two years since the defeat of Pitch Black, and since that day, North and Jack had been getting very close. North had taken the young man under his wing, trying to teach him how to be a good Guardian, and it was starting to show. Of course, it was not all work, at times they would have some fun, testing new toys, sleigh driving lessons, and even playing pranks on each other. Apparently though, the Russian man was a better prankster then he led on to be- even tricking Jack once in awhile.
As they came, to the end of the hall and entered the Globe Room, Jack saw the other Guardians waiting inside. He looked at his friends, and noticed that they all seemed slightly worried, which puzzled the winter spirit.
"Have ya told him, yet?", asked the tall rabbit with an Australian accent, hiding in a corner.
"No, thought it best we tell him together", answered North. Jack was standing right next to him, confused by their discussion.
"What's going on?", he asked.
"North, are you sure he is ready?", questioned the bird-like fairy, flying around hysterically. "It will be his first solo mission, and its kind of a big one, maybe someone should go with him."
"Not ready for what, what mission, what's Tooth talking about?", Jack asked in an unhappy tone. He hated when others ignored him, it made him feel invisible, again.
"I sure he ready, I have taught him well", said the large man, trying to calm his friend down. "Besides, he the only one who can go, and you know this." North pointed a finger at his friend, Tooth, and she bit her lip nervously.
"HELLO!"
Everyone stared into the direction of Jack, and realized they were ignoring him. They all felt a little guilty, because they knew how it made him feel. Lonely.
"Okay, now that I have everybody's attention, would you mind telling me what's going on?", the young man pleaded to his fellow Guardians. After, he had calmed his breathing, one of the others walked up to him. It was the silent little Guardian, Sandman. He used his sand to make pictures in the air, and when Jack saw them all, his eyes bugged out.
"I'm going WHERE...?"