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Chapter 6: (Jack's P.O.V.)

The rays of dawn peaked through the opened windows of the room. The light pierced my eyes making me groan internally. I hate waking up in the morning; it's one of the worst things on earth! I tried shifting a bit until I felt something warm against me. Something warm in the form of a human. A girl. Holy crap, what did I do? I looked down to see if was still wearing my clothes. Hoodie? Check. Pants? Check. So technically I'm all good.

I saw messy, unruly black hair. Melanie, I thought. Last night flashed back to me, I stayed over, and we just slept. I check to see if she was wearing her clothes. Was she? Thank the moon; she was still clothed in her lovable cupcake pajamas. Her nose was slightly scrunched up, her lips partly opened (being very tempted right now…) and her eyes were not fully closed. You could see the whites in her eyes; I think her eyes were rolled back. Freaky yet very cool.

I removed myself from her bed and her body and I shook off my stiffness. I smiled at her sleeping form, all serene and pure. I went to the left side off her bed and wrapped Melanie with one side of the blanket. I went to the right and wrapped her again. I made sure the blanket wasn't covering her face. She looked like she was in a cocoon of stars!

I grabbed my staff from somewhere in the clutter. I don't even remember me dropping it! I bent one leg over the ledge and looked back at Melanie. I felt bad for leaving her like this, I could think of something she could think of the way I'm leaving but I have to. I need to go back to the pond and reminisce about the old Melanie. I wanted to see if I could remember if Mel ever told me about her dreams. If that didn't work, I'd go back to Tooth's place and find my memories… again.

I fell off the window and the wind caught me on my side. I reached out my hand and motioned it towards me. Melanie's window closed delicately. At least now she won't be as cold as she probably was last night. I walked on the air looking down at the houses. I detested waking up but I loved seeing the sunrise and sunset. The light illuminating everything it touched, it either drove or embraced the darkness.

I picked up my pace and ran gripping my staff firmly. I didn't quit running until I saw my pond in the horizon. This place gave me bittersweet feelings. This is where I saved Lucy from falling into the freezing depths of water. This is where I died as a human. And where I came back to be Jack Frost. My death and birth place.

My feet slowly approached the center of the ice. When I felt the glassy feel under my toes, I closed my eyes. I tried to think back to my past. Had she ever told me about it? We were the best of friends before I grew to love her. We told everything to each other. Or at least, nearly everything was shared.

I remembered this one time that she actually held something back from me. She had this really distant look in her eyes. Her face was clouded with indecision and a trace of pain. I only saw that look for a few seconds though; she quickly replaced whatever she was feeling with her usual warm smile. I knew something was wrong so I asked her about it. She kept denying and avoiding the reason for her pain resulting in me being annoyed and angry at times. She knew she could trust me with her life yet she wouldn't share with me this secret of hers.

I haven't thought to connect this but perhaps her dreams did have something to do with her little secret. She did tell me before that she had a dream of me having a dream about the moon. About me retelling the story to her as well. Maybe I should've relayed that little bit of information to the Guardians. So she had two of those dreams. The proclaimed prophetic dreams, the stupid future imaginings. If they gave her pain, I swear, I will go ballistic. No one hurts Mel without getting hurt themselves.

I shoved my staff in the ice out of frustration. Million little cracks appeared on the surface. The splits grew larger and wider voicing out my inner anger and questions. I received more questions than answers and it has been pissing me off. The only time I don't feel like this is when I'm busy sending kids my center.

"…when in doubt, just remember your center." North had said this to me before I met up with present-day Melanie.

I gathered up all my negativity and released it into multitudes of snowflakes. I imagined the snow spreading from here to Jamie's town and all other neighbouring towns. The kids could handle one more snow day right?

I was just about to jump right back into the sky and circle the other towns when I heard a twig crack. I shot ice from staff to the direction of the sound. Cackling was heard from the forest. I swiped my head back and forth trying to find the source.

"O Spirit of Winter, can you find me?" a voice called out.

"Maybe if you showed yourself, we wouldn't be playing this game, 'O Spirit of Cowardice'" I shot back at the unknown. I really wasn't in the mood to be toyed with, unless it was the kids or Melanie.

"You have spunk, child. Though do you really think you can bait me out with that useless trick of playing with my pride? Please, I have higher standards than that."

The anonymous voice was grating on my last nerves now.

"Show yourself!" I commanded. Blue energy was sparking out of my staff and my body was already in ready position in case the attacker wanted to pounce onto me.

"Suit yourself then, Cold."

A lady walked out of the forest in front of me. She was wearing a ripped to shreds faded yellow dress. Thankfully, it covered whatever needed to be covered. She was shoes less just like me. Her hair was horrendously long, the colour of the gaudiest shade of pink you can think of. It was a rat's nest without a care for it. Lengthy, stringy and greasy hair, a disgusting mess and a Pitch Black nightmare for all beauticians alive. Shockingly, her body and face were model-worthy. She was thin and tall, a long face with upturned lips. Eyes that captivated you, if they weren't such a horror to look at. Her pupils weren't any colour, they were black flames. Burning darkly, her eyes only saw one thing: Destruction.

"Hello Winter. You have taken down my dear lover Pitch along with your petty little group yes? Now because of you insolent fools, I have lost my Pitch to his own fears."

"What does that his disappearance has to do with any of us?" I yelled out. I gritted my teeth and reset my footing on the ice. I reaffirmed my grip on my staff. I will be ready in case of a fight.

"Ignorant little boy," she whispered spitefully, "because of your group's meddling, my lover's plans were ruined, RUINED! The Guardians will pay dearly for this, especially you, the newcomer. If you hadn't embraced your role and joined Black in his conquest, you two could have made a kingdom of fear!"

I kept a firm watch on any movements that would indicate her attacking. The way she was talking, I knew something bad was about to happen.

"You rejected him and that led to his downfall since you had children on your side. But this time, not even the children of the world will be able help you. Nor will the five of you be able to help the children. This time, darkness will prevail. A return of the dark ages shall come, with me as the empress."

She had a crazed expression on her face; she truly made fear even more palpable than her beloved.

"Who are you?" I asked questionably. She didn't make an appearance until now, is she the one we need to protect Melanie from?

"I am the Nightmare King's consort, Valleria the Spirit of Violence and Destruction. Welcome to your worst nightmare Jack."


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