Hi again, I manage to find time to update this chapter and thank you so much for the reviews, definitely helped me somehow. Believe me, if you think my writing is terrible, just say it, because i spent the entire night yesterday trying to perfect this story but yeah, it's like this in the end. And Im not really satisfied. But still, the urge to post it was too great, ;) Pls enjoy this chapter. Oh yeah, someone asked me whether Jack's mother did die, the answer is no, it's just that her powers are vanishing. Terribly sorry if you are confused.

(320 years later)

Jack flew through the air, the wind pulling him anywhere to his commands. It tousled his hair playfully as he halted to a stop in midair and gazed at the sky, frowning. It was November, time for some showering of snow but he had sworn that he had never commanded any snow to fall at all or even cause a blizzard. Yes, a blizzard. It was unnatural, the snowflakes that he managed to catch was an entire different shape and dimension compared to his creation. But Jack decided to lay the problem off, after all he should be grateful that North did not summon all the guardians to gather and discuss about him losing control again. But Jack didn't this time, It was a random snowfall cast by a random person. At least, that's what he concluded.

Stepping onto a tree branch while twirling his familiar staff in his hands, Jack gazed at the town before him. Burguess. his home. Should he cast a light snowfall? After some consideration, he decided not. The blizzard had already left a thick layer of snow which was enough for a coupe snowball fights and cars skidding into trees. After all, being a winter spirit, Jack was used to seeing the destruction he caused. The destruction of the beauty of nature. He recalled the first day trying out his winter powers while not freezing the glorious line of flowers, and his heart withered with the flowers. After years of realizing who he was, Jack understood this was something he was unable to control. Yet, the albino was proud of himself for proving that winter is not only about death, slumber, cold, hunger and poverty. It was fun. Snowball fights, ice skating, Jack had many things to name about the greatness of winter.

But it wasn't when Easter arrived when Jack realized that the problem was getting bigger like a giant snowball getting larger as it rolls down a snowy slope.

"Wadya think ya doing? Frostbite?" Bunny asked, there was an unmistakable anger in his voice.

"I swear, I didn't cause the blizzard during Easter!" Jack yelled back.

"Oh, then who else wh'd have caused this?" Bunny asked and looked at the other guardians that were rather unsure on what to do at the moment.

"It wasn't me Cottontail, go loosen up." Jack retorted playfully, slightly frustrated by the fact that the pooka did not believe him after lots of explanations.

The bigger of the two clenched its fist and took a step forward towards Jack, but the albino just stood there, looking back with a calm expression. Jack knew that he had coaxed some anger from Bunny again, as he looked back in those spring green eyes, the boy realized that he wasn't going to take it easy on him. Especially after the blizzard accident during the '68, he knew that the hot-tempered pooka still held a grudge against him because of it. How was he suppose to convince the Easter bunny that he did not cause a second blizzard during Easter when he was most likely the only winter spirit?

"Whad'ya think North?"

Please stand at my side, please, please, please.

"Jack, I know you are playful but I think you went too far dis' time. Didn't you promise Bunny not to do this again? Hmmm?" North asked.

"But I really did not create a blizzard this time! The shape of the snow was entirely different from mine! It could be another winter spirit or something!"

"Jack, there's no other winter spirit besides you." the tooth fairy cut in.

For some reason, he was rejected again. But this time he felt resentment setting in, pricking his heart like thousand needles. Jack slowly looked at the tooth fairy for her opinion again but she just shrugged her shoulders, sandman was snoring, which was probably not going to help him at all. To his distaste, they all did not believe him. Is it because he was too young? Or that he's too immature to be believed?

"It's my fault again isn't it?" The guardian's eyes widened and North was about to say something but Jack interrupted.

"Fine! Blame it on me! I always ruin everything! I shouldn't even be a guardian." The last few words were barely audible and Jack really hoped that they did not catch what he said, if only he could just swallow the words back in again. Outside the North Pole, the wind was pounding against the windows forcefully and a blizzard was raging again. Mostly giving in to how Jack is feeling right now. A hand rested on his shoulder and Jack flinched, still looking at the carpeted floor, he was leaning onto his staff now, feeling that he would collapse if he didn't do so. Tears were threatening to fall but Jack managed to hold them back. His image was starting to blur and it hurt as the tears were hardening to form ice over his eyes. Brushing them away hastily, he shrugged away the hand that was on his shoulder and flew down and past the corridors of the North Pole. Ignoring the yetis that were looking in confusion at him as well as growling when the cold wind assaulted them as the boy flew past, knocking out some the elves alone the way.

He had to think.

The room was too stuffy and he finally found a room at the very top of the Pole, there were windows and he pushed them open, allowing the wind to rush in and comfort the albino that sat at the corner of the room now, twirling the staff again. He felt better now, the wind was once again tugging his frosty hoodie, hoping he would lighten up. Jack smiled, the wind was always there for him, even during three hundred years of solitude, the wind always accompanied him no mater what happens.

"Woah, what is it again?" Jack asked as the wind started pulling him further towards the window, nearly causing him to stumble and fall once.

"So you're bringing me somewhere?"

The wind lightened it's force, he took it was a yes and finally took off into the air, relaxing as the wind lead him to whichever place it wanted to bring him to. It was strange, after a while then he realized that he was flying over a foreign land and finally, the wind let go and he fell to the ground lightly. It was snowing here as well, it wasn't Antarctica but it wasn't the North Pole either, but a different place that was filled with snow and ice crystals. As Jack smelled the air, he realized no humans have ever touched this place before. The snow was very soft and white, unlike the ones that were scattered across cities, this was pure crystal ice. Those snowflakes in the cites were already polluted by the air but this patch of snow was miraculously clean.

Not really a patch of snow, but a mountain of snow. The snow-filled land seemed to stretch to nowhere but he was reassured when the wind once again whistled past his ear, he was sure that the wind would help him.

After some trudging and flying, Jack halted, there was a silhouette! His curiosity win over the wind's attempt to stop him and the albino flew towards the still silhouette that seemed to look more like a statue the minute he got closer. As he neared it and stood right behind the hooded figure, Jack felt there was something sinister about it but after gathering some of his courage. Jack poked it with his staff carefully.

It didn't move.

"Erm, hello? Are you for real?" Jack asked as he poked the figure again, more forcefully this time.

No reply.

He now stood in front of the figure, the face of the figure was entirely shrouded by shadows due to the hood and the wind blew past, this time more of a warning. Jack knew he was crazy, but it just happened. He flipped the hood over to reveal the face of the figure. And screamed in fear.

The face was hollow, there were no eyes, but empty eye sockets that were dark, however blue balls of light were floating in the middle of the socket like balls of energy. Besides the eyes, his face was perfectly normal, but the eyes, they seemed to sap all his energy and Jack crumpled into the snow. Unable to move, his staff had fallen beside him but his arms felt like led. The figure bent down slowly and tightened its fingers on Jack's throat. Causing him to choke and attempt to gasp for air, finally managed to move his hands that were now trying to loosen the hold of the bony hands. But they tightened instead.

I've come to collect what's meant for the queen.

I've struggled with the Australian Russian accent, and if you are wondering why It's 320 years later, i simply calculated his his 11 years as mortal plus 300 years of being lonely, then being a guardian for 9 years. My maths is terrible so I hope I didn't calculate wrongly.

Once again, you might be confused, but I hope this chapter is good enough. I've been trying on cliffhangers but it just doesn't give the effect so *disappointed sighs*.

I do not wish to force you guys to review, but you can do so if you want. I'm just hoping there's 10 reviews for this chapter.