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The battle raged on between Pitch and the mysterious teen. After a few minutes of flying ice and black sand, I could move again. I willed myself to get over my fear knowing it is what was giving Pitch his power. I cleared my mind as I stood up, using my staff to support myself. I stumbled forward towards the fight. Slowly, my footfalls increased to a run. I flipped out of the way of the dispersed raven sand. I found myself behind Pitch. I raised my staff at the back of his head as my feet lightly landed on the now frozen surface of the planet. The mysterious boy froze, most likely thinking me would hit me.

I could feel Pitch's confusion at the boy suddenly stopping all movement. I smirked. It was short lived as I felt cold shadows wrap around my ankles and wind their way up my legs. I frowned, and lowered my staff. The boy looked worried. I relaxed, and concentrated on one thing, and one thing only, setting the shadows on fire. The flames started out as a pale grey smoke, then slowly erupted into black flames of oblivion. As the flames burned I could sense Pitch's pain as the fearlings dissipated from the concentrated amount of pure chaos. Pitch growled as he turned around to face me. I waved my hand and the flames left my legs and formed a ring of black flames hovering just above my hand. He stood wide eyed at my ease of controlling the chaotic material.

The boy slowly left the ground, floating into the air seeing that I could handle the rest on my own. I closed my eyes and concentrated. Flames of red and black erupted into a ring around me and Pitch. He glared as he tried to call his sand, but as soon as it would touch the flames it would disperse and incinerate immediately. He erupted in utter rage as the sign of his defeat.

Before, I allowed him to leave I had my small ring of flames wrap around his wrist. Burning a flame pattern on his wrist to remind him who beat him in a matter of five minutes. The flames moved to form a small opening for him to slip into the shadows. After he was out of sight, I dispersed the ring of flames.

I sighed. I heard mock applause coming from above. I looked up to see the boy casually laying in mid air, amusement clear on his face as he clapped. I snarled in his direction. 'I know he saved me and all but that doesn't mean he has to mock me,' I thought angrily. I decided to have a little fun to get revenge on this strange flying boy. I made the air heat up causing the ice to melt, I also sent a little fireball at him making him loose his concentration and fall to the ground. I cracked up at the sight of the boy lying face down on the now muddy desert surface, caking his white hair in a brown batter. He got up and glared at my. I smiled at him before saying hi.

"My name is Dusk, who are you?"

"I'm Jack Frost," he replied, after freezing the mud on his body and shaking it off.

"Well, Jack thanks for saving me back there," I said slightly blushing and a little embarrassed at how I got so scared that I needed to be saved.

He chuckled at the pink dusting my cheeks.

" Your quite welcome, Firefly." I glared at him. I hate the name Firefly. It's just so, ugh, and way to girly.

" What ever, Frosty," I retorted it was his turn to glare at the nickname. I smirked victoriously. Just to be mean I set his hair on fire, but i made sure the flames wouldn't burn anything. He looked absolutely terrified and started piling snow on his head only for it to melt. By now I was on my knees crying and dying of laughter. Once I thought he had had enough I released the flames. I was wiping the tears from my eyes when I looked up to find him only six inches away from my face. I blushed madly as he sat back on his heels and laughed at me. 'His laugh sounds like silver bells. He is pretty cute, too. Wait, no, bad Dusk, you can't like the spirit of winter. He called you Firefly.' I mentally kicked myself.

Frosty stood up and offered a hand to help me stand up. Surprisingly, to both of us, I took it. I don't known if he felt it, but I felt sparks when our hands touched. Though, it was most likely my imagination. I let go of his hand once I was on my feet. I smiled at him as I started to walk away. Well that was the plan anyway. I looked down to find that my feet were covered in ice that prevented me from going any where. I even tried to melt it, but it didn't work. I looked back only to find that Jack wasn't there anymore. I faced forward again and tried to melt the ice again. This time I used both the red and black flames, I started to see a difference in the ice, but stopped what I was doing when arms found their way around my waist. Frosty breath ghosted over the back of my neck as my waist length hair was blown to one side. i shivered at the feeling. Jack rested his head on mine as we stood there. After a few minutes, the adrenaline from fighting finally wore off as Jack let go and stood in front of me.

We bid each other farewell and started walking in different directions. After a few steps I felt myself falling. My head light thud against the sand as my vision started going dark. The last thing I remember was hearing Jack's voice as I passed out.

Jack's POV

I started walking away from Dusk when I felt uneasy about something. I turned around to find her falling to the ground.

" DUSK!" I yelled worriedly. I started to run over to her but was cut off by black sand horses. I blasted them with ice. When I finally got through Pitch already had her in his arms and was sinking into the shadows with a victorious smirk adorning his pale face. I sent ice at him, but it was too late they were gone. I sank to the ground and cried out. I realized a way to get her back and raced off to the Ice Castle, to ask the rest of the Guardians for help.

Chapter 2 everyone! Hope you enjoyed it. reviews would be appreciated. if you have any questions feel free to ask.

~Death