Precisely at dawn, or as close as you could possibly get with the thundering sun overhead, the Guardian Angel jerked Jack out of the bed.

"Get up, Frosty." Eric called. "We got to get up early to see him."

"Him, who?" Jack sat up on the floor, rubbing his now aching face.

"A friend. Wake up Alice. We need to be leaving in seven minutes." Eric crossed his arms, "I'll be waiting in the living room."

With that, the Guardian Angel exited the shared bedroom, his arms still crossed and obsidian sand spilling around the doorframe.

Jack Frost sighed and pushed himself up. Today was going to be a long day.

"Come on, Frosty, let's go!"

The wind gave a cry, and blew harder, jolting the eldest winter spirit forward to catch up with the Irish caregiver and the youngest spirit. The three of them were over the Pacific now, the wind churning around them and sending them forward and in the direction the caregiver led.

"Where are we going?" Alice asked, soaring up between the Guardians, "Because no one told me."

"To check on a spirit." Eric said.

"Which one?"

"Now isn't that a good question?" Eric grinned madly. "I suppose you could say he's the Guardian who isn't."

"Is he new?"

"He's new, but about twenty years older than you."

"What's his job?"

"He's a caregiver in job description. But he ends up doing more than that."

Alice nodded, and visibly dismissed the look of confusion on her face. "Does this have anything to do with all the disasters I've has to deal with?"

"It's exactly for that reason. A constant fluctuation of disasters is usually linked to a certain mad spirit."

"Who?"

The caregiver gave no response, and only started to descend quickly, finding the small island formed of material only a believer or spirit would possibly see. On the small island rested a abode made of nothing but black wood and charred slick metal.

Dead black wood, and charred black metal.

Dead brush lined the windowsills, and the windows themselves were cracked. Alice landed beside the two Guardians, her head moving to the side and the side, taking in the sight. There was a blatant dead silence that echoed throughout the area.

Eric broke the silence with a short knock to the charred, dead door.

Within a moments time, the door gave a groan and opened. Inside, there was a man who shrunk back at the light, shielding his eyes from the bright sunlight.

"Good morning." Eric called, slipping past through the threshold, "Let's not leave the door open, Jack, Alice."

The man moved away from the door, allowing the two to slip inside behind him. The door shut with a sudden thud.

"It's been so long since I have had several visitors." The man called in a rather deep, yet quiet voice. "I pray it's not too shabby."

The house's innards were composed of the darkest of items, yet there was a soft light around the house. The faded light probably sourced from the dimmed lanterns placed around the house. Bookshelves lined the walls, and misplaced books sat around the floors and furniture. Watercolor paintings offered the only splash of color in the house, giving life to vivid blues and greens.

"Jack Frost and Lady Frost, welcome." The man called, "Perhaps a refreshment?"

"I'm good, thank you." Alice gave a smile.

"What brings you here, Eric?" The man moved to absently sit in the darker corner of the room. "I did not expect you to arrive before the beginning of the month."

"There's been an increase in disasters."

"Oh, she's gone insane once again."

"Will you talk to her?"

"It would help if I could find her. She dropped off the globe. I can't sense her presence."

"What do you mean? The two of you are connected, you should be able to find her."

"We've grown apart for the moment, as has happened before." The man paused, and turned to face the pair of winter spirits. "Perhaps I could use a little help."

"Are you who's making my job so hard lately?" Alice interjected.

"Not me, I'm just a caregiver."

"Do you know who?"

"She's a temperamental spirit." The man stated with a small chuckle, "So she tends to get a little crazy."

"Crazy?"

Eric gave a hand wave, "A temperamental goddess with a boredom complex."

"What's her name?"

"Perhaps you should know my name." The man sat up and stepped from the corner.

Alice was finally able to see the man in the light. Jack gave a sorts of grumble before clutching his staff tighter.

The man was dressed in black. Black sleeveless hoodie, and knee length shorts. He didn't wear shoes, instead just wrappings that didn't cover his entire foot. His hair was long and pulled up behind his ears. Most of the black hair was pulled into the hood on his hoodie, save the strips in front of his deathly pale face. Bright, yet lifeless eyes stared back at the two of the winter spirits.

"I am Death."

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