You stood there in the middle of the lake, looking around for Jack, but there was no sign of him anywhere your eyes fell upon. You span around to look in all directions but soon you couldn't stop spinning. "W-Wait I can't stop!?" You peer down at your feet too see the vile black sand wrapped around your ankles twisting you in circles. It tugs on your feet tripping you over to fall flat against the ice which shoves out of your lungs all the air, making you wheeze for a second as you groan in discomfort. "Well well well...Look who we have here, feeling just like an ice princess are we? Lets destroy that little dream!" The sinister black sand wraps around your body then hurls you across the lake right into a huge tree trunk, now that hurt but what happened next was like a sudden disaster. You feel the deep cold scrapping inside your skin of gnarled nails that wished to stain your skin a beautiful crimson red, this pain earned a scream of agony as Pitch sunk in his nails into your side to pull from you screams of pain and fear. "Scream more! It only brings me joy!" "Pick on somebody your own life time, Pitch!" As the world begins to fade from your sight you see a bright flash of blue clash with shadows of black, you slide down the cold trunk of the tree as darkness shrouds your mind. "Touch her again and I swear I'll make the fight worth your while!" A rush of frigid air scoops you up into a strong hold that felt protective almost, you knew this feeling and whom held you in your weak state. It was Jack Frost.
You've been here many times before, repeating the dreams and nightmares trapped inside your skull. But this dream was new and thrilling, you were gliding through the trees as if you were flying with ease. The wind went through your whole body lifting you up, making you feel so free and adventurous, you feel your toes touch the tree branch only for a second giving you enough time to push down rocketing yourself forward. The snow covered trees changed to dry branches with buds on them, then sprouting leafs which shifted to beautiful hues of red and orange. You were zipping through the seasons like a ghost, and with it your clothes would also change to match the season. You felt so alive and free, like you were having the biggest adventure in your life for the very first time. You hear a familiar chuckle next to you, as your gaze drifts to your side, the icy blue stare meets with your eyes causing your body to go numb, as your foot misses the next branch making you lose your balance. You begin to sink back down to earth but don't seem to hit it as soon as you thought you would, you look down too see your falling from miles up in the air down to the frozen lake below, that's when you see him, wound at his side that was glistening with crimson liquid and his staff plummeting above him just between you two as you fell. You turn yourself over facing down towards the unconscious guardian as you shift your weight so you fall faster to catch up to him, you grab his staff on the way down gripping it tightly between your palm and fingers. As you finally reach Jack you see his wound is more horrible than you thought, you hug him close to you shifting your weights so you were falling first hugging Jack close so you take the full force of the fall, you couldn't let him die like this! There is always a choice to be a hero and now is your time to make that choice. As you hit the ice with full gravity force you feel your bones almost shatter into pieces sending an unbearable amount of pain through your nerves, this shocks your mind to the waking world lights blinding your eye sight as you take in a deep freezing gust of fresh air that made your lungs ache as a tightness strains around your chest. You were alive.
Cold air crawls under your skin making you shiver with lust for some kind of warmth to drive away the chill in your bones, but at the same time the cool touch of air calmed the fire in your side where you felt your wound burning with pain. Icy finger tips wrap around your shoulders as body weight pushes you down from letting out the screams that were trying to burst from your throat, as the pain from the wound drives you almost insane to the point of wanting to dig your nails into it to rip the pain out. You feel those same cool finger tips slip under your shirt hem to the wound as chilling sensations spread around your skin making the pain fade away as your body begins to go numb again, feeling the world slip from your grasp again, you see Jack's eyes brimmed with tears as he seems to yell out your name but your ears ring out dulling noise from reaching you, darkness shrouds your gaze as the world slips away from you.
"Jack! Help me!" frail figure so helpless in the snow shivering not from the chill of ice and snow but of fear that rattled your bones, your nightmare had picked now to continue for the first time, past the point of the bright piercing eyes of anger. You were only a child yet this shadow of a figure wanted you dead in a pool of blood to bring pain to others whom you couldn't remember, you had to remember sooner then later or it would mean the end of you. This nightmare seemed to move so slow as the shadow of a man sulks over to you gripping close a scythe of black shimmering sand, You are about to let out a scream of horror when a soothing voice speaks too you through your mind. "Get up!" It shouts to you, it sounded like a woman with a pinch of a small girls tone hidden deep in it. You crawl to your feet as fast as you could, seeing the man pull back to release the scythe in your direction the voice calls out to you, "Let that fire in your heart burn! Use that courage to fight away the fear! Send Pitch back to where he belongs!" You clutch your chest as a agonizing fire flashes through your heart making you feel scared but giving you the courage to dig your heels into that snow and force into your palm a bow of silver with ribbons and bells tied at the bases of it, you pull back on its slick black wire an arrow of gold forming at the rest where your left hand gripped the bow tightly, the tip of it lit with a beautiful fire of golds and reds that light up the area of snow, you release its full fury of rage and courage towards the guardian of fear as his eyes fill with anger and fear, and with that he vanishes into thin air. You begin to feel weak as cool arms scoop you up before your knee's hit the snow, a familiar voice whispering in your ear how amazing you were and how courageous you had to be for such a tiny little ball of adventure.