Sorry that I didn't upload this last night guys, it was my Dad's birthday yesterday so I was super busy. Hope you enjoy this chapter. Please review and tell me what you think, it's much appreciated :)


That night seemed to go quickly. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, I fell straight to sleep and woke up in the morning in a fairly pleasant mood. Mine and Pitch's heated sex kept invading my head and I can't stop myself from smirking, dazed by the memory.

"You alright kid?" Bunny questions. I shake myself out of my daydreaming and focus on the rabbit in front of me.

"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine." I smile back. He raises a questioning eyebrow at me before heading off down the corridor.

"Oh by the way, Jamie wanted to know if you'll go and play with him and the other kids." He calls back. I beam with happiness. Finally something to do with my day when Pitch wasn't here. It made me feel kinda guilty that it sounded like Jamie was my second choice, but the kid was busy with school and his family that I didn't want to be the one to get in the way and give him bad grades and separation from his family. However, I do know that there's a high possibility that as he grows older, he will begin to forget me, no matter how much he insists he will always remember me. I'm always eager to see Jamie and his friends with there request because that way I know that they haven't forgotten me. It was the worst part about being immortal and a Guardian. As your believers grow older, the only thing you can do is watch as the forget you and pass away before you... I only know this because of watching this happen to the other Guardians. I'm dreading it happening to me.


"Pippa watch out!" Jamie exclaims as I run toward her, snowballs in my hand. I throw it at her, but Jamie dives in front, taking the hit for her. The two erupt in laughter and I just watch as Pippa helps him up and leans onto him for support. They embrace each other in a type of hug. This is definitely one thing I never thought about. Just like me, Jamie will get a love interest... this could most certainly lead for a high possibility that he's going to forget about me. I look over to the kids with a type of sadness in my eyes. I shake it from my mind and begin to run toward. There's no time like the present and I can't escape the inevitability of being forgotten. I can't prevent his life from continuing, it was possibly the unfairest thing I could do. For now I'll enjoy the time I have left with them. I run toward Jamie and grip his shoulder. I spin him toward the other kids, my staff held in front of him.

"Stay back or the kid dies." I warn, mocking evilness. The kids move back slightly, snowballs in hands to prepare there imminent attack. That's when I notice Claude is missing. A snowball hits me on the back of my head and I instantly jump into my dramatic acting role. I drop my staff and fall to my knees, releasing Jamie from my grip. I cry out in fake pain as if I have been shot. My face is hit body the freezing sensation of the snow as I collapse into it. I hear the children shout and exclaim in rejoice that they have beaten the enemy. I pull myself to me feet and join the group.

"You guys got anything planned for the school break?" I question, sitting down with the group on the snowy grass.

"We were actually hoping that you'd come and play with us." Pippa suggests, secretly hoping that I would say yes.

"Course I will. I will still have jobs to do, but there will definitely be days when I can get down here." I reply, happy to know that they wanted to spend time with me. Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I see a flash of white light, followed by a stream of black sand. I instinctively stand and order the wind to carry me the small distance to the street where I saw the flash. I watch as Pitch blacks an attack from the figure that attack me the previous week. Without another thought, I run to Pitch's aid, throwing an attack of my own. Catching the enemy off guard, my attack knocks him to the side, giving Pitch an opportunity to recover. His head snaps toward me.

"Jack! What are you doing here?!" Pitch questions, worried for my safety.

"Never mind that, what happened?!" I retaliate, signalling toward the ongoing fight.

"I don't know, I came to see you, but I was puled out of the shadows and attacked." He explains. I am about to urge him to tell me about his health, when I see the impending attack from the enemy. I pull him out of the way, out of the line of attack, but realise that either way someone was going to be hurt. My eyes widen as the attack heads toward the gathered children. They begin to scatter, but one is caught by it and there's an agonized scream. At this, the attacker's face seems to dull and takes a step back in horror before disappearing. I instantly know who has been hit and run toward the fallen boy. I kneel to his body and hold him in my arms.

"Jamie! Jamie wake up!" I almost cry, the children gathering round me. There are breaths of shock and gasps, the tears slipping down their cheeks. Pitch materialises by my, putting a hand on mine and the other under the boys head.

"We need to get him to the pole." He whispers, urging the children to get closer. He moves the boy from me, holding him in his arms and orders the shadow to form around all of us. We quickly emerge from the shadows in the workshop. North is talking to his yetis there, so see out entrance.

"What happened?" He instantly questions, concern filling his voice.

"He was hit by a moonbeam by the same opponent that attacked Jack." Pitch explains. North orders a yeti to take the boy to the medical bay, whilst calling Tooth, Bunny and Sandy. They shortly arrive and are told to lead the children to the office to calm them all down. My eyes begin to burn as I continually fight back the tears.

"Pitch, take Jack upstairs and make sure he's alright." North asks.

"I'm fine." I insist, blurting my words out as the tears spill the edges and slide down my knees buckle and I fall, but Pitch catches me, pulling me into his arms and picking me up, ascending the stairs.


I'm curled into the multiple pillows and bed sheets, hiding as much of myself from Pitch. I didn't want him to see the vibrant red stains across my face.

"Jack, Jamie's going to be fine, if I didn't die from the moonbeam then he certainly won't be." Pitch tries to assure. I shudder as the scene replays constantly in my head.

"I-it's my fault." I stammer, finally coming to that conclusion after multiple hours. I can hear the quick ruffle of Pitch's robes and him storm across the wooden slats. He rips the sheets from me, discarding them on the floor, and grips my chin to look at him. The suddenness of his actions scares me and I can't prevent my eyes from widening.

"Don't you dare say that! It wasn't your fault! You didn't throw the attack, nor did you hit him! Stop blaming yourself!" He almost explodes in my face. Straight after his rant, he wraps me in his arms and I cling to his chest, tears falling even harder than before. His lips connect with mine, ceasing my wails of sadness. 'If I just protected the children and told them to stay put they wouldn't have been in danger from...' My thoughts trail off as realisation off who the attacker was hits me. I quickly pull away from Pitch, dash out if the bed and through the door, Pitch shouting my name as I run down the corridor. I vault the railing and land on the dinning table. Running down a couple more corridors I find the person I'm looking for.

"This is your fault! Jamie's in pain because you hit him! Because you have a quarrel with Pitch!" I scream, standing face to face with Nightlight.

'My fault? I didn't do anything to that child!' He argues back, on the defensive.

"Really? This has you written all over it. Mysterious figure made of light, hit by a moonbeam! Sound familiar? None of this started happening 'till you showed up!" I retaliate.

"Jack, what is noise?" North question, approaching us. Nightlight must tell him the situation because North grows suddenly serious.

"Jack, Nightlight was with me whole time. He never left pole. Someone else attack Pitch and Jamie." North comfirms as Nightlight's alibi.

'I did hit Pitch with a moonbeam, but the first time I met you was in New York. I wasn't the one to attack you at the pole. Someone else seems to hold a grudge against Pitch.' Nightlight explains, calmer now that he knows he has regained my trust once again.

"Surely MiM would know if someone from the moon has gone to kill Pitch?" I question, to either one of them.

"That is it. Just because opponent looks like he's from moon, he might not be. Do not judge book by cover." North replies, bearing bad news in a way that didn't make it sound half as bad.


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