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Chapter 10- The Past is NOT the past Pt2

The black haired man looked at the mirror in front of him dully. Why couldn't he just go back to sleep and avoid his peers? He looked down blankly at the bowl of clear substance in front of him.

The general was wearing a loose black cotton shirt that was a few sizes too big and showed off his indented collarbone (Not to mention see-through). Under he wore white genie pants (And yes they are actually called that).

Why in the name of all things light couldn't he remember what he had done the day before? Sometimes Kozmotis woke up with confusion, not remembering what he had done the day before and became very paranoid. He would often tell his friends and officers and they would joke that maybe the fairies had taken them.

It infuriated the general to no end that they were teasing him. He would remember bits and pieces, enough to know that he had probably been with his little girl and had been playing with her on his leave.

Pitchiner dipped his hand into the thick essence and clenched it in his fist before raising it over his head. He slowly let the liquid flow from his hand to the hair on his head. Because of how dark his hair already was it didn't look like there was much difference except it had a bit more shine to it. As the middle aged man put his clammy palm to his cheek he thought,

Maybe I am getting old.

"Daddy!" He heard a shrill voice cry out and he sighed shaking off the material on his hands before putting on a loving smile as a green and black bundle practically flew into his room and rammed into his legs.

"Good morning darling." Koz smiled, making himself look as strong and happy as he could for his little girl's benefit.

Said little girl bounced on his leg which were held captive in between her arms. The girl wore a light green nightgown and had long flowing black hair. Her eyes were a beautiful spring green that sparkled with delight. Her father was her hero, her savior. He couldn't do no wrong in her eyes.

"Daddy I saw Cold boy!" The five year old squeaked out in her excitement. The general raised his eyebrow.

"Cold boy? Now what are you talking about?" Seraphina let go of her father's leg and grabbed his hand and proceeded to drag her father across the hallway with an impressive amount of strength.

"Sera! When did she get so strong?" Koz asked himself as he rubbed his wrist where she had grabbed him.

Her room was of course decorated all shades of green and the window sill was practically covered with potted plants that Pitchiner had brought back with him on his missions. The girl seemed so fascinated with the green little creatures that never grew near the constellations and instead grew on a newborn planet called Earth. She would sometimes say that she would definitely go there when she was big enough.

He looked out the window and saw the stars and the black scenery. He went to put his hand on the window sill before hissing. He immediately pulled away.

Cold he thought before looking at the hard surface. His widened when he saw a pattern. It was beautiful. The General reached down and chipped some of it from the brick, examining it.

The thing only lasted for a few seconds before it melted due to Kozmotis' body heat. The man looked at the substance in his hand. It was wet like the cleanser he used for washing but it was so much lighter and it did not have the same thickness. He let it drop from his hand to the cold stone floor, the drops making dark marks on the stone.

The man was mesmerized. That was when he was brought back to reality when his daughter threw her stuffed teddy bear at him. It hit his forehead causing him to blink a few times before looking at the attacker who was rolling around on the bed laughing like there was no tomorrow.

"Laughing at your old man, huh?" He teased as he came closer with his hands clasped behind his back.

The girl looked up when she saw his shadow cover her. Her face paled as she saw him coming at her. She shrieked as he descended.

Her screams turned into contagious laughter as she was tickled. She tried to pull her father's hands away from her stomach but it was no use. He was too strong.

"Daddy!" She shrieked out before collapsing on Kozmotis' lap still giggling, her nightgown billowing around her. Her father smiled and gave her an Eskimo kiss while she giggled at the feeling.

He lay his forehead on hers still laughing.

The moment was perfect, the mystery substance forgotten as father and daughter spent time with each other.

What they, however, didn't notice was the face the peered in through the window, watching them with jealousy.

-x-

Jack looked down at the two with sadness. He couldn't deny how much he wished someone looked at him with the inch of compassion that Pitch held for Seraphina.

He sighed looking down at himself.

He stuck out like a sore thumb wearing his worn out white cotton shirt and brown colonial pants. He had nearly fallen off of one random person's roof when someone had called out to him, saying that he was going to fall and hurt himself. It surprised him to great degrees that someone could see him here. And not only someone, but everyone. He had tried to walk through the town's market only to be bumped into with every step he took.

He might have knocked down a few tables and colored a few faces with bright red but he had mostly come out of the situation unharmed, 'sides the slap mark he bore on his cheek. He had also noticed the odd looks he had previously been getting. A few street children had come up to him and had poked at him. The child had asked him what type of make-up he had been wearing. It still made his heart pound thinking about his talk with the child.

The market place looked like something that had came right out of a fairy tale. Tapestries hanging against glazed windows and silk like cloths were hung in the air using the high brick buildings as support for the edges. Jack spun around as he stared in awe. His right hand immediately clenched and he nearly fell when he didn't feel the familiar weight of the staff to lean on. He looked at his hand with regret and hate buried in his stomach. He had forgotten that he didn't have his staff with him.

It angered him that the spell that he had performed stripped him of his staff:

"You cannot take an item of power with you Jack."

That was bull if he had ever heard it and it annoyed him to the moon and back. Well... he didn't think that he could do that because he didn't even know where the moon was at the moment! Jack sighed before looking around only to notice that there were people staring...at him? He looked behind him and to the sides. It was only when he felt something tug at his shirt did he realize that they were staring at him. He looked down to see a boy with black hair and alabaster skin staring right back up at him. It stunned Jack seeing the way the boy's honey comb eyes shimmered with fascination.

"Ummm..." Jack stammered as the boy continued looking up at him. He had never actually talked with a child (though he had dreamed of doing so before) and now that the situation had presented itself, he didn't know what to do.

"What are you?" was the question that came out of the boy's mouth and it made Jack jump.

"W-what am I? I'm human," he replied pointing to himself and the boy's eyebrows frilled.

"Human? So you aren't a hrímthurs? Or maybe a ijiraq? " The boy asked, confused at the word 'human'. Jack's eye brows rose in confusion. He had never heard of anyone called ijraqi.

"Umm... no. Should I know what those are?" The Frost child shrugged.

The boy gaped at the Frost child before he did something unexpected. He grabbed Jack's arm and yanked down, hard. The blue eyed spirit fell to the floor from the sheer amount of strength the boy exerted. He then remembered that these people weren't human like he was, or used to be...

Jack was pulled out of his reverie when he felt hands on his face and he looked up in surprise as the boy pulled back with a sharp gasp.

"Cooeee!" The younger squealed as he blew on his hand to warm it back up.

By now Jack had felt like he had over stayed his 'invitation'

After that incident, he had high tailed right out of that market, causing havoc as he had clumsily tried to dodge the amounts of people that were walking by him. He needed a new outfit, that was for sure.

And now here Jack was, sitting on top of the roof of Kozmotis Pitchiner, soon to be Pitch Black in a couple of decades. He still couldn't wrap his mind around this.

He was billions of years in the past. One blink. Everyone could see him. Two blinks. And literally everything surprised him!

First of all, there was no damn water. It baffled him. He had thought that all creatures had to have water to survive but it turned out here water, therefore ice, was a foreign concept to them. That, and there was no plant life here. Everything was made from some type of weird rocks and Mim knows what else. However, the thing that alarmed him most was that there were no humans! Seraphina had warned him but it hadn't hit home until now.

The white-haired boy was extremely pissed at Seraphina for never telling him that people could see him! That still blew him away.

But now that they could see him he realized just how different he was.

Jack had white hair while others had brown or black.

Jack had the palest skin while others had some type of color in them (usually a blackish tint for those who rarely went star gazing and a tan for those who did go star gazing often. And then there was the occasional pale skin but that was rare).

Jack was wearing something that they had never seen before and they were badly tattered and he wore no shoes! Oh course he was an anomaly among these people... it wouldn't have been much different if these people were modern day humans either...

Even when people could see him, he still felt all alone in a crowd. People avoided him, telling their children to stay away from the "strange" boy.

It was then that he realized that even if he did have belief, nothing would change. He would still be lonely, so very lonely. It was that day that he had stopped longing for belief, where he tossed that "dream" away.

It turned out that Jack had been so so wrong when he thought that being invisible was the worst thing in the world. It turned out that being seen and thought to be a freak was worse. It was somewhat bearable when they couldn't see him, but now that they could but looked at him as if he were the devil come to steal his children, he wondered why he even bothered.

It wasn't like that was what he wanted anymore anyway.

Jack looked down onto the streets seeing a lone family walk through the streets at a fast pace in order to get home.

He wanted a family.Someone to take care of him and care for him. Someone who watched out for him and set rules and limitations. He had lived long enough to know that the reason parents did that was because they loved their kids.

The poor boy's eyes narrowed in sadness as he watched the child bounce with energy with his parents holding both of his hands. Jack looked down at his own pale hand and nearly gasped at seeing how pale he looked. In the light of the stars he looked like a ghost. Jack leaned against the chimney and slid down the rough exterior. The poor boy pulled his knees up until they were under his chin and buried his head in his lap. His shoulders shook as he dry heaved.

Jack didn't have a family, he didn't have anything. Who would want a twisted Winter Spirit?

Not even the Winter Court had accepted him. In his first few years they had taken him in and taught him the basics. They were, however, nothing like a family. They held the boy at double arms length and talked about how strange he was when they thought he wasn't there or wasn't listening. How strange it was that he laughed with his mouth wide open and how he smiled. He was the white sheep of the family. The light that didn't fit in the dark. They had one day thrown him out and left him to fend for himself. Jack had cried for iyears/i after that.

He had met minor sprites in his time but no one wanted to be friends with him. He represented Winter . Almost all spirits considered Winter as the equivalent of death. There were some who got violent with him like the sprites of Summer (and that was another thing, all of the Spirits of Seasons have helpers except the Frost child).

Jack only wished that...

The boy quickly shook his head. He couldn't let himself think like this! He had survived for centuries and he would survive more! Jack silently rose himself to his feet and looked down onto the bare streets and the empty shops void of people, and of locks. Apparently people here didn't know the definition of 'steal' here. How was that even possible?

Jumping down from the roof he hid in the shadows. The adults here feared the shadows immensely. It was why they tried to avoid them as much as possible, in fear that a fearling might take one of them away. He entered a random store that, of course, didn't have a door. Most shops here didn't. He looked around picking at the fabrics. They all felt too rough to his touch but then something caught his eyes. It was a blue fabric that looked like it was from something that human's in Jack's day used for almost everything (In Jack's mind, he didn't really look at what the adults did anymore when he wasn't making their lives difficult). He fingered it from its' place on the rack. It was actually thin to his touch and also a bit... fluffy though it didn't look it.

His face scrunched up as he removed the cloth from the hanger and mentally searched his memory to see where he had seen this before. His eyes widened when he realized that this was what humans called a 'hood'. This looked just like one! He carefully examined the jacket, trying to see what was different. That was when he saw that the shoulders were frosting. He panicked for a minute before realizing that the frost wasn't damaging the article of clothing. It seemed resistant to the cold.

Jack looked at his own clothes. All he wore besides his brown worn pants was the white cotton shirt and the brown vest that he had first had when he woke up from the lake. They were terribly worn and the previously white shirt had turned brown and was ripped up. The leather of his vest was starting to yellow and it was falling apart. He looked back to the jacket and weighed the pros and cons. Pros, he got a new outfit. Cons... what was there to be afraid of?

The next morning while everyone was on their way to their daily business, Jack was walking out into the streets wearing a new jacket with the hood up. He looked left and right before stuffing his hands into his pockets and blending into the crowd.

On particular person, a dark haired, and green eyed adult with a weary face behind a vending cart, examined the boy. The man sold plants that he traveled onto different planets to receive. The vender looked the teen up and down, eyeing his bare feet and tattered pants. The man's eye narrowed in sympathy. Poor thing, must have been homeless. Maybe his parents kicked him out?

"Oi! Son!" The man exclaimed and smiled when he saw the boy turned around. A pale hand pointed to the blue clad chest.

"Yes you boy, now come here." The older man beckoned to the barefoot boy.

The boy fidgeted as he made his way over to the other who smiled gently, assuring that he was in no trouble. The man wriggled his hand around in his pockets before pulling something out.

"Kid, look. I'll give ya five silver Dirhams. I want you ta use this money ta buy yourself somethin' for yerself. I can see through that cloth like it was thin air. Damn skinniest boy I've ever seen. You're a fine young man and ya should take care of yerself," the man spoke like he knew what he talking about and all Jack could do was stare at the man in surprise.

No one had ever shown him this kind of hospitality. He snapped himself out of the reverie so he could reply.

"I can't take this from you! I-I..." the boy couldn't stop stuttering before moving his head up to meet the vender's eyes.

It nearly took the man's breath away. Such pure and innocent blue eyes, yet they were so filled with hurt and pain. Such beautiful yet pained eyes that the boy held... and he could almost distinctly see some type of shape in them though he didn't know what it was. The Elder continued to insist that the boy take the money. In the end, Jack did take it with gentle hands.

The first act of generosity he had ever received and it had been from the hands of a man that wouldn't exist in a few decades. The boy nearly cried but held in his tears as he bowed to the man and walked away careful to not walk too fast. He couldn't help the tears that fell from eyes even then...

-x-

And this was how it was, everyday Jack would watch the Pitchiner family from a far and if he found that a certain memory was something worth saving he would come at night and take it from the soon to be Boogieman.

In his free time he would visit the vender who he had come to know as 'Spring'. The man had furrowed his eyebrows at the winter spirit but had accepted the name because Jack refused to call him anything else. Jack would help out the man with handling the plants, even giving him some advice on how to care for them. When the blue eyed boy mentioned them needing water the man looked terribly confused. Jack nearly fell. How could you bring plants to a place where there was no water? Jack had to sneak his ice into the soil where it melted so the plants wouldn't die. For some reason he didn't like the thought of failing Spring. He had no idea how Seraphina kept her flowers alive with the lack of water...

And speaking of Seraphina... or more like her father...

He empathized with the poor man. Kozmotis had friends, he had a daughter that he loved with all of his heart, and he was a kind man at heart. To think that he had become the Nightmare king... but how?

Jack was still very curious on the matter of how Pitch became the way he was in the modern world. Seraphina had told him that he had gone away to guard a prison and the gates had somehow opened...

But really, what had actually happened? Was the general tainted with greed like the fearlings or was it something else?

And now... it was the final day.

"Father please don't go!" A woman cried out as she clung to a man clad in silver and gold armor. The top of her head came to his shoulder. The aged man looked down sadly at his daughter who had finally reached her sixteenth birthday and was finally due to the arranged agreement that was placed by the high council. They were at the front steps of the large house that they lived in. It was one of the houses in the entire compound. The other houses were smaller and belonged to other family members and servants that owed them debt.

She had grown into a beautiful woman with long black locks like her mother though she had her father's bone structure: a pointed nose and sharp cheekbones. Her eyes were wide almond shaped and she had pale skin that was expected of a woman of her status. She wore a traditional green dress that trailed behind her. It was intricate and made by her own hand, it was after all, her family's custom. Her figure was nearly as regal as her father though she had a more childlike tone to her, still not understanding of the things that came with a high position and was very much in denial.

"I have to go my nature girl. It is my duty." He said pushing her back as he cupped her cheek in his hand. She pressed into it as thick tears of sap slid down from her eyes.

"Why can't someone else do it? They have other able men to take your place!" She exclaimed pushing her face back into his chest and clinging to his ceremonial red cape that lagged behind him.

"It is my duty to bear. And you have a life to live my precious flower. I have left you in the hands of someone I trust." He said kissing her forehead.

"B-but I do not wish for this! I do not wish to be married!" She exclaimed as more tears fell from her eyes.

Her father's eyes narrowed in sympathy. He too had been forced into marriage at a young age but it had been for the best. His mother had been in the army and had wanted someone to take care of him when she was no longer there. Father Pitchiner had been a hopeless drunk who would come home at night and start fighting with his wife. Kozmotis' mother always thought he was asleep during these times, when she was at her weakest and couldn't do anything but take what her husband gave her. She was cruel at times, strict at all times, but she cared deeply for the general. She had betrothed him when he was only twelve. Kozmotis wouldn't lie, he threw a fit just as his daughter did when she found out. Unlike Koz who had taken all the bashing from his daughter and let her tire herself out before explaining, his mother had gone bat crazy on him. She had made sure to leave permanent bruises on his wrists and scars on his lower back from being slashed at with a sword. It was the last time he even thought about talking back to his mother.

"But it is what will happen my dear. I want someone to take care of you when I cannot." Seraphina stayed quiet at that.

"...When will you be back?" The poor man simply shook his head as the poor girl sobbed harder into his armor.

He wouldn't wrap his arms around her, he wouldn't wrap his arms around her...

He kept telling himself this even though his body simply did not want to obey. In the end he raised his arms and pushed her away. It was then that her fiancé (A tall man who had short brown hair and blue eyes that matched pale skin; He too wore a uniform similar to the general but much less intricate) came into the room. He had sad eyes while he looked to his to be wife and then back to his general. The dark eyed man mouthed something to his soldier and the other replied with a solemn nod.

He fast walked towards his betrothed and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. She cried out at the surprise attack. She looked to her father for help but only got a sad frown. She gasped as she raised her arms to hit whoever was holding her but they were taken into someone's hands and pinned behind her back as she was forced down to the ground. Like most of her kind she was extremely strong, but her strength exceeded the norm. It took effort to hold her down. Pretty soon more people were coming into the room to restrain her as she bucked and yelled and cursed. She looked back again to her father, pleading, but he simply turned around and walked away.

"F-father!" She cried out but he continued to walk.

Her mouth was open wide as she screamed and cried and yelled out insanities. Eventually she couldn't do much more than blubber as the tears filled her eyes to the brim and fell down her china face. She watched through blurred vision as her father disappeared from sight.

"D-daddy?" She cried out silently as her body went still.

"DADDYYYYYY!" She screamed again as she pressed her forehead to the ground and continued to sob.

Jack watched this all with wide eyes from the side, in the narrow alley between two of the buildings in the compound. The memory box in his hand began to dull from its previous glow as it stopped recording the event. He slid down the wall as he tried to contain sobs.

Oh I am so sorry Seraphina... I am so sorry

The poor boy thought as he curled into himself.

-x-

After that incident Jack had shakily stood to his feet and escaped from the compound as quickly as he could, not wanting to be there a second longer than he was supposed.

It was now that he wondered how he was supposed to get to the Prison constellation. That was where he was supposed to get his last memory. So... how was he supposed to get there now?

Jack examined the sky... uhh...or the black space around him. He couldn't fly that was for sure. He didn't want to accidently be sucked into a black hole or get lost by accident. He did not want that.

Jack slipped to the ground and sighed. What was he going to do?

"Hey stranger, you seem down." He jumped with a yelp and turned around. His eyes widened in surprise at what he saw.

A girl with white hair that looked to be around his age with skin that looked paler/than his! She wore armor that stuck flat to her skin, unlike most female warriors in this time period who wore metal dresses and carried around large weapons. She also held a staff that looked like it was made from ice in her hand and had what looked like a claw grabber in one of those crane games that liked to cheat people out of their money at the bottom and a much bigger one at the top that was drawn back in a way that made it look like it would strike. The thing was nearly the size of her head! Her eyes were a stunning dark blue, much darker than Jack's and she towered above him from where he was sitting on the ground.

He quickly stood up and realized that she was actually a bit shorter than him.

"Sorry if I startled ya but you seemed like a good lad who's been through a few horrors. Wanna tell good ol' Joy 'bout it?" She asked smirking in a playful way. Her accent wasn't of anything that he had heard on this constellation so apparently she wasn't from here.

"Joy?" He asked raising his eyebrow though she couldn't see it.

She nodded smiling. "Full name's Joyce but no one calls me that anymore. Sides, full names are for pansies." She said leaning against the wall in a way that was unintentionally seductive.

Jack gulped as a his face turned purple. He prayed that she couldn't see his face.

"So what's this I hear about ye needing to head to the prison constellation," she asked and at first Jack thought that he had misheard because of how casual she had sounded when she had said it.

"W-what?! Where did you hear that?" Jack tried to laugh it off, he really did but Joy wasn't one to give up so easily.

"Give me a reason." The winter spirit's eyebrows furrowed.

"Reason?" He echoed.

"Reason why I should take ya?" She said smirking and turning to look back at him. Jack's draw dropped.

"Y-you would take me?!" He exclaimed. His problem was solved!

"I asked ya ta give me a reason lad." She repeated and his smile turned upside down.

He wreaked his brain trying to find a reasonable explanation. He couldn't say, 'I need to go to the prison constellation because I need to gather a memory from Kozmotis Pitchiner because I am being demanded to by his desperate daughter.'

She nodded, her smirk never leaving her face.

"Fair enough." His head spun to look at her with shock.

"Did I mention that I could read thoughts? Whoops, I forgot to mention that didn't I?" Jack paled to a near white. She had hear what he had been thinking?!

"Yes, yes I did." He was fully prepared to run when he felt something grab his sweater and hold him back.

It turned out that the claw on the top of her staff wasn't just for show. The thing had closed on the hood of his jacket without tearing the fabric. He gulped as his hood fell from his face revealing white hair and pale skin. She barely lifted an eyelid.

"Do ya want the ride or not?" Her eyes narrowed in amusement. Was this girl capable of feeling anger?

"B-but- I mean yes! Of course I do! But, why?" He couldn't stop stuttering. He was nervous, especially knowing the fact that she could call on other people at any moment to show them the 'anomaly' that she had found.

"You're in a tight jam. Besides, fellow guardians help each other out." The claw let go of Jack and his eyes widened as he turned around to face her and took in her appearance carefully.

Smirk that almost never left her face, marks running down from her eyes to her chin, and the staff made from pure ice... Oh Mim he was talking to-

"Joyce Winters, Guardian of Happiness and Fun times at your service." She said doing an extravagant bow.

Jack was wide and dry mouthed. He was talking to his predecessor.

"I-I'm so sorry! I-" She held up her hand.

"Oh shush, don't talk so much." She pat his cheek as she headed towards the direction of where they kept all of the ships.

"Well? Are you coming?" She waved for Jack to follow her. He quickly pulled up his hood and did as she asked.

Ok, now this was an adventure.

"You can say that again."

"Stop reading my mind!"

-x-

It hadn't taken too much time for them to get on the ship. The thing was beautiful. It was obviously made out of wood but the thing was almost completely covered helm to back in elegant frost. It surprised him to see that there was no crew. At least that was what he had thought.

It turned out that her crew consisted of spirits of joy and purity. Complete white balls of energy that somehow ran the ship by themselves with the occasional directions of the captain, Joyce herself.

It was... liberating in a word. There was so much joy, so much pure happiness and emotion that it overwhelmed him. It was the most amazing thing that he had ever experienced.

Throughout the whole ride Joy surprisingly kept quiet from the helm of the ship, looking out into the cosmos. Jack was sure she had a billion of questions running through her mind but she refused to voice any of them. When they had docked Jack voiced his inquiry. She simply replied:

"I have no need to know the future because I live in the present. I do not wish to know what is to come because that spoils the fun in finding out for myself." She had giggled once before turning to go back to her ship.

However, before she left she gave him a present. It was held in a satin black

It's some of my stardust. It will bring you light in the darkest of your hours. Don't worry Frost child, things must get worse to get better. I hope you know to live by that statement. And with that she had disappeared into the mist that surrounded the planet.

Jack hadn't been surprised by how dreary the place was. It was completely barren, devoid of any and all life just like he had expected. He clutched the pouch in his hand before storing it in his pocket. For the thousandth time he wished he had his staff with him.

Time seemed to pass quickly and it took him a while to notice the dark voices that whispered around him. They told terrible things. They promised gold, glory, and they pleaded and pleaded. Jack turned the corner and nearly gasped before ducking down behind the wall. He then let out a breather before turning to peak out from behind the wall again.

It was there that Kozmotis Pitchiner stood in front of a large gate with a locket in his hand and a face of steel listening to the sounds and voices of a thousand fearlings.

Jack was clutching his stomach as it rolled in disgust and terror. He barely remembered to remove the time box from his pocket and chant the words to activate it. It glowed dimly as he heard a small voice.

Daddy? Won't you open the door? Daddy? It spoke resonating throughout the cold, metal building and Jack recognized it as a younger version of Seraphina. Surely Kozmotis wouldn't be fooled by this right?

The man's eyes lit up as he turned around only to see the door. His eyes grew steeled with realization.

Daddy? I'm trapped in here in the dark. Won't you come help me? Save me? Please Daddy. The voices continued to speak as the general clutched the locket in his hand, his eyes grew wider as they blurred.

Oh no. Jack was finally understanding what had happened.

The elder man couldn't take it anymore. His face contorted with panic as he reached for the doors. Jack had to clutch at the walls to keep him from running after the man and shaking him silly. He couldn't change the past, he knew that. Jack burrowed his head into his arm as he heard the gate open. He didn't want to see this, he couldn't! Jack covered his ears when he heard the screaming begin and couldn't help but open his eyes.

They watered at what they saw. Thousands upon thousands of shadow like fearlings poured into the jailor as he screamed in pure agony. Jack choked on his next breath as he looked down at the Memory box.

It was then that he heard laughter. His eyes raised up again to look at the newly formed Pitch Black, completely in the control of the fearlings that had entered him. He was dripping with what looked like black ink as he slowly began to move. Jack quickly silenced the glow of the box knowing that his job was done. He got up to his feet and turned around only to bump into something, or should he say someone.

"That's a no-no boy." Jack raised his eyes to see the person he was hoping that he wouldn't bump into.

E Aster Bunnymund in his former glory. Staff with the egg and the ridiculous outfit that looked ancient. And then there were the glasses that looked absolutely hilarious on the Pooka.

However, Jack was too horrified to feel anything other than fear. He would get a kick out of the future Bunnymund later, right now he had to get away.

Jack turned around to run but something caught him and pulled him back into Aster's chest. It turned out to be a furry arm. Jack held on tightly to the memory box as the Pooka tapped him lightly on the head with the egg on his staff. And then everything blurred out from there.

-x-

Jack had of course ended up back in his time period. He thanked whatever god that was watching him that he was able to keep the memory box that he had carried around for decades. He also smiled at the fact that he was able to keep the blue jacket that he had taken from one of the stores.

The two things, however, that he treasured the most was the small pouch of stardust and the five dirhams that Spring had given him the day that they had met.

Oh my god I'm done with the filler! Yay! Now I can get on with the story which I bet most of you are yelling at me for not doing sooner.

Jack: Did you expect any of this guys? Did ya? Did y-

Anna: Oh shut up.

Jack: What? I get my first two friends and that's NOT a big deal?

Anna: Don't forget that they are most likely dead in the modern times.

Jack: *begins to cry*

Anna: AHhhhh! I'm sorry Jack! Please don't cry!

Okay, some explanation:

An ijiraq is a sort of shape shifter who kidnaps children and hides them away and abandons them.

A hrímthurs is any one of the particular tribe of Giants who are made of ice and inhabit a land of eternal cold. They are known to be able to freeze prey or people.

I can't believe I almost forgot reviews again -_-

Reviews:

lolxxx: Jack is always going to be pure no matter what the world throws at him :D At least a part of him... 0-0 I'm sorry lol 0_-lll

Death by Violet: Thank you for the reviews :) And thank you for not hating me with the fillers :)

Mystichawk: Thank you for all of the reviews :D I'm so happy :)

Phantom Trainer: Tell me how much sympathy you have for her now lol :) Probably not much but eh, I tried. And this is the last filler so y'all can be happy :D

Please comment/review :D I enjoy any and all feedbacks, I will take flames *Holds up fire extinguisher*

Update: I changed the appearance of the fiancée .