Sorry for the insanely long and unforgivable wait for this, but here is the last chapter of Winter's War! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, and Cat, Thank you so much for telling me to update something other than Crossing Dimensions! HERE YOU GO!

They kept the kids safe in the Warren when they heard that Philippe would be in Australia, hunting for any remaining humans on the vast continent. Ceely, quite by chance, met them on the surface, agreeing to fight with them if it came to such a thing.

Seeing the army that Philippe had brought with him, they all knew that they would be fighting for their freedom, if not their lives. Philippe sneered at them, coming to a halt upon seeing the two grown Pookas and the kit. You could see from his stance that he had no intent of letting this be a peaceful interaction. Not today.

It was as though the day had been set aside by Manny himself. It was dark and cloudy because of Jack and Ceely being in such close proximity to each other, and Bunny there to keep a tornado from happening. Not that a tornado COULD happen… not with the Wind gone.

"So this is where you come to me and surrender?" Philippe sneers.

"Never. Never surrender, Philippe. Don't you see? By doing this, you are doing exactly what Pitch did to your people!" Jack shouts, hoping that somehow he could talk sense into the larger Pooka.

"I feel no remorse for the HUMANS," he sneers, "the have been destroying their world when they should be cherishing each day!"

"They're Humans! They're flawed. They burn bright, but they die out so quickly. That is why we are here, that is why spirits EXIST! To TEACH them how to look at the sunset and thank whomever they believe in for it. We are teachers, not murderers, and you have upset the balance!" Ceely screams.

"So be it. The Winter Pookas will claim this world as our own! I might even develop an antidote to give one of your precious children the Cure and keep them as a PET," Philippe purrs.

"Ya've gone insane, Philippe! Can't ya see ya people don't want this war?" Bunny asks.

"What they want does not matter. You are helpless to stop me, Aster Bunnymund. You are a disgrace to our race, siding with these weak Earthlings!" Philippe snarls.

"I am doing my JOB, my purpose given ta me by MAN IN MOON to PROTECT EARTH from ALL evil that threatens it, and that goes a LOT fartha than just the CHILDREN," Bunny snaps, taking one threatening step forward.

"Now, Master?" a Pooka asks, coming to stand behind Philippe.

"Now, Revenge. But bring me the Winter Pooka. There are ways to break parenting bonds and force others," he sneers. Jack takes a step back, ears flattening in fear at what he implied.

"Da… I'm scared," Jack whispers.

"I know, kit, I know," Bunny replies, raising his boomerangs defensively.

"Attack."

The battle raged, the entire army of pookas against their measly numbers.

Jack found himself being pressed away from the fight and away from Bunny, courtesy of Revenge.

"You should have died long ago. My pathetic servant could not complete his task, and he paid dearly for it. You do not mess with Revenge," the large, black and gray Pooka growls.

"I'm not afraid of you," Jack sneers, shooting ice at the other spirit.

"Oh, but you should be. Who do you think ordered the attack that killed your father?" Revenge asks, leering down at the kit.

"It is high time I remedied that," a voice that was unfamiliar to Jack sneers from behind Revenge. Jack stares at the Pooka, shocked. He gags and turns his head away as Revenge's head is sliced clean off. He gags further as he feels warm blood spatter against his fur. He opens his eyes to stare at the Pooka who looked down at him with regret.

"Do not hate me, little one. You may not remember me very well, but it was I who killed your father. I was supposed to kill you. I want you to know that it was my single greatest act of defiance I ever made," he tells him. Jack nods, unsure what else he can truly say. The Pooka glows, changing so his fur now looks exactly like Revenge. Only, it's not Revenge, because Revenge happens to be lying dead and headless next to him.

"I am taking upon the curse of being the spirit of Revenge, and as my first act of doing so, I will stop this from ever happening. I will see you three hundred years ago," he tells Jack. Jack just stares in shock as the Pooka disappears. Slowly, ever so slowly, the Pookas disappear from around him. As though they never existed. The world was going back to the way it was to be. Soon, the battle wasn't even a memory.

-_-_-_- Winter's War -_-_-_-

Tabahan had heard of the curse of Revenge, how each spirit was created. The only way the Spirit of Revenge could be killed was out an act of revenge towards the spirit itself. It was a cruel, messy process, but it was necessary to keep Revenge from growing too powerful, too full of themself. Revenge was a powerful power to have, able to travel through the timestreams, alter fate, fix destiny. All without it affecting itself.

Tabahan, now renamed Revenge because he had taken on the curse for himself, travelled through the time stream, up to the massacre of the Pookan race. He had to fix what had been wronged. He would stop Philippe before he could ever hurt someone.

He stepped out of the timeline, glancing around emotionlessly at the destruction around him. He spotted his target, and with the skill and memories of the assassin he had been trained so extensively to be, silently went up to Philippe in the chaos of the battle, and swung. He did not miss. He stepped back through the timeline, leaving the Pookan Leader's body to be found if anyone survived the battle. If they did, they would simply assume that a Nightmare had killed him.

Stepping out into the time he had left, he smiled at the children, HUMAN children, running around him, through him, but there. He looked at his own form, which was human as well. He nodded to himself, nodding. He had something to do, though. An apology and an explanation that was long overdue to his Godson that he had been ordered to assassinate.

"Jack Frost," he rumbles to the Winter Prince that was idly skating across his ever frozen pond.

The boy, much like his father had before him, straightens up and smiles at him, hiding his defensive grip on his staff. His father would have been so proud of him.

"Yeah?" he asks.

"I do not suppose you remember me…" Revenge says. He watches as the Winter Spirit thinks over it, taking in his appearance, his voice, his stance. Then he pales and grips his staff harder.

"You… you killed my father," he growls.

"I did. I owe you an apology. I was a fool to offer my services to the former Spirit of Revenge. Your father was as well. We were partners. Best of friends. I was your Godfather. But then I was tasked with your assassination, and I could not do it. So I killed my best friend, and I scarred you for life. I am forever indebted to you, Jack Frost, and, if you ever need an ally, I will always be there."

Then he disappeared, leaving the stun Winter Spirit staring after him until Jamie runs up to him and drags him over to Sophie, who had fallen asleep when she had sat down, tired from her skating. Jack chuckled and skated over to her, picking her up and ordering Jamie off the ice.

"Aw! But I don't want to!" Jamie complains.

"Come on, before your mom get's worried!" Jack calls, the Wind pushing the small boy towards the Guardian of Fun. The two boys laugh and walk to Jamie's house, Jack setting Sophie on her bed and hugging Jamie goodbye.

"Oi! Frostbite! Ya had bettah get in ma Warren and remove EVERY. SINGLE. PRANK. YA. SET. UP," Bunny growled.

"Gonna have to catch me first, Kangaroo!" Jack shouted, laughing in reply and flying away.

"Yeah, ya won't be laughin' when I tell Toothy on ya, Frostbite!" Bunny threatens, shooting through his tunnels to the Workshop, where Tooth was at the moment, just relaxing and chatting with North and Sandy about how well the belief of the children of the world was rising.

From a distance, Revenge smiled. Yes, all was right in the world. He sighed, going about his new duties of Revenge, from petty slips on the sidewalks to killing another person, he did his job, if only to keep the order, the peace, in the world.