Bye, Jack," the little boy waved to the older boy on the windowsill. "See you next time."

"I'll be back soon, Jamie, but…" Jack sighed, looking at the sky. The blue, green, and purple lights coming from the north reflected in his eyes. "The Guardians need me."

"Just be safe, okay?"

"When am I not," Jack grinned at Jamie. Jamie rolled his eyes. "Now, get to bed kiddo. Don't want you passing out on the swings like last week."

"That was only one time, and because you wanted to show me what Russia looked like!"

Jack laughed. "Sure, sure, whatever. I really have to go. Bye!"

"Bye!" Jamie called, racing to the window as the winter spirit jumped. The wind picked him up, carry him to the North Pole, where the lights were emitting.

"What's up?" Jack greeted the other Guardians as he flew in the open window. Sandy waved as Tooth smiled at Jack, greeting him. Bunny, of course, was near the fireplace, trying to warm his feet.

"North says he saw Pitch," Bunny pointed at North, who was rushing around, trying to get stuff ready for the upcoming Christmas holiday.

"Yes, yes… Pitch, I saw him, when I was on a practice run for Christmas… He was standing there, watching me. I chased after him, but he faded into the shadows," North recapped.

"Did he do anything else?" Jack asked, remembering what he did to take over (or at least try) the world, in fear. He was afraid that Pitch might've been aiming for North now, to take out the other Guardians. "How did he come back so quickly? I thought it took a while for him to recover."

"Yes, he did do something else, something that I don't quite understand still. He left behind three objects, which I thought were strange."

"What were they?" Bunny asked, stepping away from the fire. "Why would he leave three things?"

"I'll show them to you. Come, this way," North gestured, leading them all to his personal workshop. "Right here."

He picked up a box, fairly light, and dropped it on the table. "Here they are."

Jack reached in and pulled out-

"A lock of hair?" Jack raised an eyebrow at North.

"There's an arrow here," Tooth said, pulling out a long arrow.

"I've got a book, for some reason," Bunny added, holding up a worn-out book with a faded picture on it.

"That's what I don't get," North interjected, taking the book from Bunny's hands. He put it on the table. "I can't read this… It's like an old language."

Jack opened the book. "These pictures are pretty strange… They look like…"

"Dragons."

"Who the heck would have dragons? Or, for that multiple species of dragons?"

"There was this one book I've had to give a child. It was the story of a young Viking who conquered a dragon. The child probably thought it was fictional, but could it be that it was true?" North questioned thoughtfully, rubbing his beard.

"We can never know. But what about these things?"

"The arrow looks very old-styled. It looks like it could be from Scotland," Tooth placed the arrow on the table.

"The kingdom of Dunbroch, probably. I heard their princess is an ace shot," Bunny said, picking up the arrow.

"And a lock of brown hair… It's very long."

"Who would have that long of hair?" Jack asked, bewildered at the length. That one strand was taller than him.

"Maybe that one girl, Rapunzel, I think, who had the really long hair? From the stories?"

"Maybe, just maybe. We'll have to send someone who can find them quickly, the three people who own these items, and can make them believe in us, if they don't already. Someone who can relate to someone. Someone like…," North advised, at the end turning his head to look at Jack. Tooth, Bunny, and Sandy had also turned their heads to Jack, who was studying the book.

Jack, sensing their stares, looked up. He saw that they were looking at him, and groaned. "Why do I have to? Can't we just beat Pitch again, like we did last time?"

"That might not work again, Jack. I think—I think maybe he has allies this time. How else could he have gotten to power so fast, after two short years?"

"Fine," Jack sighed, placing the book on the table. "I'll try to find Rapunzel, that Scottish princess, and what, the 'young Viking who conquered a dragon'? Won't that, like, make the Scott and the Viking fight? Really?"

"Just, go Jack."

"Fine, fine, I'm going," Jack walked out of the room. "But I hope I'm there before Jamie starts getting lonely!"

He proceeded to break through the recently-closed glass window, and fly away.

A/N s'up my romies. I'm doing good today, how about you? Anyways, so sorry I haven't been updating a TON, but I kind of have a social life, and plus between college level math in eighth grade, and high school stuff in everything else, not to mention lacrosse and my job—it's hard. Like, CRAZY hard. But I'll try my hardest to get writing! See you later my sweet little foxes!