Author's Note: Yay, I'm so happy! Everyone seemed to like my last chapter. I've got allot more follows/favourites now (yay!). Thanks so much for the compliments in the reviews – enjoy chapter 7!

Toothiana's heart sank when she got to the too palace. The fairies that had stayed to watch over the Tooth Palace were in hysterics and it was plain to see why. Tooth flew up to the nearest fairy.

"We have to stop the darkness from spreading! Get the others and try to find a way to contain it!" Tooth said to her. Then she was flying off to the nearest tower of tooth boxes. She hovered in front of a box that had the face of a cute African-American girl on it. Tooth watched as the darkness seeped into the cracks of the box and the box itself turned a sickly grey colour. Immediately, Tooth pulled the box open and placed her hands above its contents. Tooth closed her eyes concentrated, healing the memories. When she opened her eyes again, the box was its former shiny-gold colour. Tooth closed it and gently put it back. However, no sooner had she done this did the darkness once again invade the memories. Practically in tears, Tooth her few present fairy helpers.

"Have you found anything yet?" she asked, though she already knew the answer. Tooth put her head in her hands. What was she going to do? This was a nightmare.


Jack was too puzzled to do anything other than sit on the metal floor of the cage. He had hoped that the other Jack was just some sort of illusion, but it was apparent that he was not. And what had he been doing at his cage? It seemed that the only reason there would be another (evil) Jack would be to get to the Guardians. That much was obvious. Jack's stomach growled deeply. Distracted by his hunger pains, he almost didn't hear the approaching footsteps. Quickly, Jack feigned unconsciousness and lay on the floor.

"He's still unconscious. Unfortunate; you'll have to spar with the others," said Pitch's voice. There was a strange rumbling noise in reply.

"Yes, yes, I know. Have you been keeping tabs on the shadow Jack?" There was a pause, then more rumbling noises. Jack could almost hear some undecipherable words this time.

"You mean he almost got the staff stolen? By what? … You don't know. In any case, what stage of the plan is he at?" Jack could hardly believe what he was hearing. The Guardians were in obvious trouble, and he was in this freaking cage, unable to bust out.

"Ah, done with the tooth palace. Bunnymund will be more difficult to… impede," Pitch's voice began to grow fainter as his footsteps carried him away from Jack's cage. Jack risked opening an eye. Yes, they were gone. Jack pondered over what he had heard. This was very bad indeed.


Wind Remembers

The Moon, ever thoughtful, provided for me a belt and sheath for the sword. As I fastened them both to my waist, it occurred to me that I might lose my new weapon upon returning to my other form. Now was as good a time as any to test it. I became intangible and stayed still for a minute, then returned to my physical form. While the sword and belt had disappeared while I was the Wind, they were still on my hip when I came to my physical form. I smiled.

During the Middle Ages I had witnessed many tournaments in which knights battled each other with blunted swords. I thought, as I flew north, that surely I could recall and put into practice some of their swordplay. One of my favourite knights, Ser Walter, had often used a special move that he had developed to disarm his opponents and then knock them out (or, kill them if he was in real battle). It was a very graceful and lethal move.

My winds carried me to a forest some miles away from Burgess. It was here, in an evening sun-dappled clearing, that I set up a sort of practice place (Though, really, all it consisted of was a couple logs, tree stumps and bushes). It was a shame I could not truly spar with someone, but I was able to recreate (more or less) Ser Walter's unique move, as well as many other basic maneuvers. By the time I finished, it must have been early morning of the next day. Strangely, I had hardly tired from my practices. I thought this would be a great advantage in a real battle. So, now my task was to hunt down the evil Jack. I would find him, and I would best him like the beast he was, and I would free my Jack. The only question was: would there be a happily ever after?


Jack figured it would be wisest to wait a couple days before moving to the next step in the plan. At the present moment, Jack was riding Mirtis Back to the Pole. Toothiana and Bunnymund had said they were going to take drastic measures to get Jack to prove himself. Well, he had taken care of Toothiana, but Bunnymund would likely be waiting for him at the Pole. Perhaps he should cause some trouble at the Warren. That decided it. Mirtis, practically reading his thoughts, changed directions from north to east, where the nearest Warren entrance was. In only a minute, Jack saw the exit from the shadows. It was in a small field that was covered in a light frost. As Mirtis burst through the shadow (cast by a thick tree on the edge of the field), Jack blinked in the sudden brightness and colour of his surroundings. Mirtis left Jack in the field to find the entrance himself.

It wasn't hard, since the entrance was larger than most others that he'd seen in the past. Jack's only hesitation was that, like Toothiana, Bunnymund would sense something wrong in his Warren (in Toothiana's case, her palace), and the giant cottontail was by far much speedier than the tooth fairy. Also, there was always the possibility that Bunnymond was in his Warren right then. Evening was quickly turning into dusk and if he didn't do something distract Bunnymund from his suspicions, than he would come looking for Jack to get his "proof". Jack glanced at the gradually setting sun, then jumped into the Warren entrance. Was he making a big mistake?


Bunnymund was out from the Warren. He was getting low on green and pink dye for some designs he wanted to test out. Easter, of course, wasn't until next year, but he wanted to prepare some extra amazing egg designs for the next year. He had lost quite a few believers over last Easter (thanks to Pitch), and he wanted the next one to be spectacular. The children would brag about the beautiful eggs they found to their friends… Bunny paused for a moment, day dreaming. Suddenly, a feeling in his chest pulled him back to reality. There was someone in his Warren, and it wasn't Tooth.


Tooth really wished she had Baby Tooth with her. The little fairy was smarter than allot of her other helpers, and she could really use that little brain right now. So far, all that Tooth's fairies had managed to do was impede the progress of the corruptive darkness. Once glowing golden towers of memories were now grey and dull and the fairies coming back and forth with new teeth couldn't put them with the rest of the corrupted memories. It was utter chaos and Tooth. Didn't. Know. What. To. Do! She had considered creating new memory boxes for the teeth and transferring them, but that would take years to create so many boxes, and there was the matter of storing them. Tooth was just ready to implode from the stress. She couldn't ask North or Sandy to help her, they were both busy, and what was Bunny going to be able to do? Never the less, Tooth left her mini fairies to the crisis and flew full speed to the Warren as the stress got too much to carry by herself.


Jack crept through the Warren tunnel. He emerged into a beautiful sunny grove with small hills and coloured streams. There were extravagantly coloured trees and flowers everywhere. Jack wished he could burn it all. Sadly, he was on tight schedule and didn't have time for destroying everything. Jack quickly scanned the grove to find the source of the coloured streams. Jack found it and sprinted across the grove. Bunnymond didn't appear to be present but there was no telling when he would get there. It suddenly occurred to Jack that Bunnymund could smell his scent. Too late now.

Jack slowed as he reached a whole in the stone wall of the grove. It was tucked between two bright green grassy hills blooming with flowers. This particular stream was a lemon yellow, and the "water" gurgled softly from the wall. It didn't appear to come from anywhere, it was simply there. Jack frowned and dipped his staff in the small hole. The "water" gurgling up from whatever source it came from began to turn a sickly shade of grey. It continued to flow in that colour as Jack moved onto the next stream. This one was a bright jewel-toned purple. Jack repeated the process and it also began to flow in a dark grey. Jack found three other streams and each was made into a different shade of grey. Smiling, but also scared of being caught, Jack sprinted back to the tunnel he had come from.


Bunny exited one of his tunnels into his grove. This was where most of the egg colouring went down. He loved it here; all the bright colours and nature… there were several smaller sections to his Warren, and then there were the main tunnel entrances that the eggs normally used. There were also several smaller entrances, and Bunny bet that that was what the intruder had used. Bunny glanced around his grove, feeling off. In a jolt, he realised what was wrong. All of his beautiful streams of dye were… bleak. They were grey and horribly depressing. Bunny snarled silently, sensing that the intruder had not yet left the Warren.

"Bunny!" shouted Toothiana's voice. Bunny had been so distracted trying to pinpoint the intruder that he hadn't felt Tooth coming in. What does she need? I'm a tad busy right now… Bunny thought to himself. Just then he caught a flash of blue fabric between some brightly coloured trees.

"Bunny! I really need your help! Bunny?!" Tooth sounded really desperate. Ignoring Tooth, Bunnymond ran at full speed on all fours. However, when he reached the spot where he'd seen the flash of familiar fabric, there was no sign of whoever had been there. Bunny worked his nose, trying to pick up the intruder's scent. It was faint, but it smelt of darkness and cold and malice. Bunny narrowed his eyes and began to follow it. Suddenly, the scent ended. Bunny glanced around examining the ground. Unfortunately, he didn't look up.


Jack realised Bunnymund was chasing him. He definitely wasn't fast enough to outrun him and he had only a few seconds until Bunnymund caught Jack's scent and found him. More like a dog than a rabbit Jack thought. Jack looked ahead and spotted a particularly leafy tree. He ran faster then jumped with everything he had. Jack managed to grasp a branch a fair ways off the ground. Hauling himself up, Jack's heart skipped a beat when the giant rabbit appeared beneath him and stopped running. It was only a matter of time before he realised Jack's simple trick. Well balanced on a thick, leafy limb, Jack readied his staff. One, two… three he thought to himself. Jack leapt from the branch and, with all his might, cracked his shadow covered staff across Bunnymund's head. The rabbit toppled over, unconscious. Jack sprinted back to the side tunnel.


Wind Remembers

It was simple enough to find the evil Jack; he would eventually go to the Pole. However, I spent a long while waiting outside Jack's room before he arrived… around two hours after I had first arrived. The evil Jack appeared on his Nightmare steed from deepest of shadows and the great beast galloped across the night air to his window, which promptly opened. It defeated me as to how this Jack went about with his terrible steed unnoticed. At any rate, I slipped into the room without any notice myself. The evil Jack's steed dismissed herself and my enemy began to pace his room. I was very still, as not to give myself away. When his back was turned, I changed into my physical form. Oh, his face when he turned around! It took all of my will power not to burst into amused laughter. I held my composure even as his gaze turned from murderous to sly.

"I believe we both know why I am here," I said in that mysterious voice of mine. I then drew my sword in an exquisite gesture. The evil Jack faltered, but then chuckled slightly. I frowned. He did not fear my blade. So I lunged foreword with a practiced move, yet the evil Jack danced out of my way. He was much faster than he realised. We continued in this way for a minute, my practiced moves doing nothing for his lithe movements. At last I made a mistake in my moves. I hesitated, trying to predict which direction the evil Jack would go to when I swung. He tripped me and I fell to the floor. Before I could get up, he crunched his foot on my hand. It was the first pain I ever felt and it stunned me. And then, before I knew it, he had the crook of his staff against the back of my neck. Before I blacked out, I felt something cold and dark seeping into my skin…

Author's Note: Whew! That was a long one for Wind… another big thanks to everyone who followed/favourite and reviewed. I do like reviews…