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Memories/Manny talking

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Jack's thoughts

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Jack eventually pushed Merida and Bunny away from each other. He had no idea why they were even glaring at each other in the first place and honestly, he didn't want to know either. Manny apparently decided to save him by throwing them quickly into another memory before a fight broke out.

A lot of time had obviously passed, because it was spring in Burgess. Jack was lying on a tree, unconsciously causing snow to fall. He wasn't even aware he was doing it, since he was lost in thought. Today was Easter, and he was determined to find the Easter Bunny. He had heard kids talking about a rabbit who went around the world hiding eggs for Easter Egg Hunts. All in one day. Jack had to admit, that was pretty impressive. After all, unlike Santa, who had a magical sleigh, and the Tooth Fairy, who had little helpers, the Easter Bunny was all on his own, no help from anyone or anything. Well, at least that's what he had heard. Jack couldn't tell, no one had actually met the Easter Bunny and asked him. Jack was determined to be the first.

It wasn't just because he was childlike and had a strange fascination with seeing old legends with his very own eyes, and it wasn't because he wanted to boast to anyone that he had seen the Easter Bunny. He had questions, and he wanted answers. He had flown away from Santa, the Tooth Fairy's helpers couldn't talk to him, and he hadn't gotten a chance to meet the Sandman yet. If the Easter Bunny was anything like the other two he had met, then he could answer all of Jack's questions.

Then maybe, just maybe, he would finally have a friend.

So that's why he was lying on his favourite tree branch on Easter, waiting for the sun to rise so that he could finally get some answers. Even though there was a little voice in the back of his mind that was telling him he shouldn't be here, that he should go somewhere colder and spread some snow there, he ignored it and stubbornly stayed exactly where he was. And he wouldn't leave until the day was over.

"Mind telling us exactly why you were still in Burgess during spring?" Hiccup asked, turning to Jack, who blushed slightly. "I didn't know much about the other seasons, and I wanted answers, can you really blame me?" Jack rubbed the back of his neck almost sheepishly. "I learnt pretty quickly, though. That year wasn't pleasant."

Soon the kids all came out, looking excited for the Easter Egg Hunt, while the adults looked confused about the snow still falling, and the white blanket covering the ground. Although the children's excitement turned to disappointment when they couldn't find any eggs. And they started to complain about the snow, too, saying that it was too cold for spring, and that there shouldn't be snow on the ground. Jack was confused. The temperature always dropped automatically wherever he was, and it was way to warm for him. But the humans wanted it to be warmer? They must be really bad at handling the cold.

Jack felt slightly disappointed when everyone turned and left, even more so when he realised that it was all for nothing, since he hadn't achieved his goal.

At least, that's how he felt until he saw something dart around in the bushes. Jack's eyes widened as he began to look around, hoping that whatever was there wouldn't hurt him, if it could even see him. But his slight panic turned to excitement when the figure stepped out of the bushes. It was taller than a normal bunny, but what else could it be? The ears were too big a give-away. Jack felt even more excited when he realised he'd done it. He'd found the Easter Bunny. And he looks so much cooler than I imagined!

Bunny's ears flattened and he looked away. Jack hadn't meant any harm, he only wanted answers. And it was his first Easter as a spirit. Knowing that Jack's first thought of him was so positive made him feel guilty, a feeling he did not like. At all.

His excitement and happiness died down, however, when he saw how angry the rabbit looked. To be honest, it scared him a little. But it didn't matter, Jack realised, since another thought crossed his mind. He's looking at me, not through me!

"Oi! What do you think you're doing, making it snow on Easter like this?" The Easter Bunny snapped, making Jack's smile fade slightly. "You can see me?" He breathed, staring at the legend.

"Of course I can see ya." The rabbit snorted. "All spirits can see each other." Jack was confused for a moment. Spirit?

"What are you doing this for, eh? Why are you messing with my holiday?" The Easter Bunny snapped, making Jack feel slightly afraid, something that only increased as the other walked towards him. "Do you have any idea how many believers you cost me? Do you have any idea how it feels to be invisible to a whole village?" Jack didn't get a chance to reply as the older one snorted again. "No, of course you don't, you're just a troublesome winter spirit that does nothing but cause mischief. You don't care about anyone else, and you don't care that people need the cold to leave, before they start to run out of food and die. Because you're heartless, and you don't care about anything other than yourself."

These words hurt, hurt more than Jack could ever imagine. With each insult came a harsh jab to his shoulder, each one harder than the last, until he was certain that it would bruise, until he was eventually shoved harshly to the ground. The Easter Bunny kicked him slightly in the ribs, hurting him more that the kick intended to and leaving him gasping for breath. He didn't understand. He had only come for help, and this complete stranger was telling him all of these mean things, and pushing him around. Didn't he realise how much that hurt? And what was all that about people dying from the cold? People couldn't die from the cold, right?

Tears welled up in Jack's eyes as the snow began to fall more heavily than before. But one complaint from the other made Jack stop it. He didn't want to hear this stranger say anything else that would hurt, he couldn't bear the anger that those eyes held. Anger aimed at him.

Jack took off, flying back to his lake and lying down on his tree branch, which now had leaves covering it, shielding Jack from the sun. Which was good, because it was too warm for Jack's liking. Being in the shade was much cooler, and it gave Jack time to think.

What had the Easter Bunny meant by spirit? Weren't spirit's dead people that wandered the earth, looking out for people to attack? Still, what if those rumours weren't true? After all, no one could expect the Easter Bunny to be huge, carry strange markings and have to wooden... things attached to his back. And what did he mean by believers? Did he mean people who believed in him? If so, how did people not believing in him stopped them from seeing him?

Not believing in him stopped them from seeing him! Jack bolted upright. That was it! That had to be the reason why no one could see him. All he needed to do was make them believe. But still, it was only a theory, and one that Jack wasn't completely sure of. He would need more proof. Maybe something would confirm his theory one day, when he wasn't sure. But he was hoping that he was correct, then this whole invisible problem could be fixed.

After all, if the Easter Bunny, Santa Clause, Tooth Fairy and Sandman could do it, then it shouldn't be too hard, right?

Bunny's ears were practically against his skull. Jack had escorted him out of Merida's sight while the girl was distracted by the memory – just in case she decided to have a little... snack while they were there – and he couldn't help but pay attention to how gentle and careful Jack was when pulling him away. Almost as if the younger boy was afraid to make him feel too cold. Cold like he had been that Easter. Cold like the insults thrown at the boy who would be forever frozen at sixteen that day. Cold and unforgiving. Like the jabs and push and kick he had delivered to the child that didn't deserve them that day. Jack had only come to him for help, he didn't even know much about what was going on, and Bunny had hurt him for no reason. He didn't even want to remember what the reason for the Blizzard of 68 was. He had gone way too far with that, blinded by anger, and crushed the boy's hope. Ironic, really.

Jack either had the ability to see the future or he just knew Merida really well, because the girl almost set all of them on fire, although her target was really Bunny. For a number of reasons, such as hitting Jack, saying such cruel things, not letting him explain himself, and losing his temper over a few eggs, to name a few. So no, she wasn't happy, and yes, she did want Bunny's head on display on her bedroom wall.

Eventually it was, surprisingly, Jack who calmed her down, by grabbing her wrist firmly and forcing her to look at him. "Merida. That Easter had long since been and gone. I'm over it, you need to let it go, okay?"

Merida remained silent for a few minutes, letting the anger that had quickly replaced her guilt fade away. Neither she or Bunny could believe how calm and relaxed Jack was about it, and they could only wonder how he could be so forgiving. After a few moments she nodded and turned back to the memory.

A small amount of time had passed and it was a few weeks after the Easter incident. Jack lay on a tree, breathing heavily, his cheeks flushed and sweat pouring down his face. It was so hot, how could the humans bear this heat? And why did they keep complaining about how cold it was? He felt like he was melting! And he barely had the energy to lift his staff, let alone make it snow. He wasn't even sure if he could ask the wind to take him somewhere else, in case he passed out on the way and the wind dropped him, or his staff slipped from his grasp. Seeing no other choice, Jack stayed exactly where he was, hoping that it would pass.

That idea was scrunched up, tossed out of the window into a bin and set on fire after three days. The poor child began to hallucinate, he was covered in a thin layer of sweat, he was shaking and he was vomiting every now and again. He felt so tired, yet no matter how hard Jack tried he could not get to sleep. His eyes were red, most likely from his fever, and unfocused, and finally he could take it no more. He was drawing the line right here.

"Wind." Jack coughed, his voice hoarse from lack of use. "Can you take me to somewhere cold, please?" The wind obeyed, gently picking up the sick boy and ruffling his hair playfully before carrying the feverish child to Antarctica.

Jack slipped in and out of consciousness all the way there, and was thankful that he had, somehow, kept hold of his staff, and that the wind had not dropped him. At least, it didn't until he landed in Antarctica, letting him fall face first into a pile of snow. Jack didn't move for a while, then finally let out a soft sigh of relief and rolled over, trying to bury himself in the snow to cool himself off. A part of him was thankful that he wasn't the same as humans, their healing abilities were awful. And that same part of him wondered if they would ever get better.

After two days spent in Antarctica waiting for his illness to pass, Jack finally felt like he could leave and this time obeyed the voice in his mind that told him to make it snow somewhere, completely avoiding the warm parts of the world and going to the cooler continents, blessing some places with a light, early snowfall, despite the fact it was only Autumn.

Next year he was definitely going to a colder place when spring came around before he got sick.

I enjoyed writing this chapter :D

So, I guess you guys can guess who Jack meets next, can't you? That's right, it's the Groundhog!

Nah, I'm just kidding XD

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