Memory loss chapter 10- grandad mini man bird girl and thumper
A rise of the brave tangled dragons fanfic

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The rabbit- if you could call it that- was staring at him like he was a ghost.
"Jack?" He said, as though hardly daring to believe it. As if the sight of a giant, talking rabbit hadn't been enough, it also, somehow, knew his name.

He blinked, astonished, and somewhat freaked out- well, considering he'd almost been murdered by a dust horse, and was now face to face with a rabbit nearly twice as big as he was, who could blame him.
"By the Man in the Moon, is it really you?" He wasn't sure who was gaping more, himself or the rabbit- who's mouth was open so wide, Jack couldn't keep from staring at its overly large buck teeth.
"Um. what?" He managed.
It took a step towards him, and Jack took a few back- he did not want this giant man-rabbit killing him just after he survived the horse. Confusion and hurt flashed across his face.
"Jack?" He (he thought it was a he) said, questioningly.

Finally, Jack recovered use of his tongue.
"How do you know my name?" He asked, perhaps a little more harshly than was necessary. Further confusion appeared on its face.
"Jack. It's me." It said, taking another step forwards. This time, Jack didn't back off. What- did he somehow, know, this giant rabbit? This was beyond weird.
"Jack, come on, mate, this ain't funny, now." The rabbit said, he sounded panicked now, but he definitely spoke to him with familiarity, as though he really did know him, and- wait... was that an Australian accent? At what point in his life did he come across a big, freaky Australian rabbit.
He'd already decided it wasn't a costume. Unfortunately, it was just too lifelike.

"Bunny? Are you in here? You've been awful quiet, lately." Another voice drifted in through the trees. A part of him thought- seriously, the rabbit's name is Bunny? The rest of him thought, what was it now? A giant, Russian wombat? Not quite.

In fact, forget what he said about the rabbit being giant- this guy here, was massive! Just a normal guy, mind- if you count the massive below-his-knees beard as normal.

The man stopped when he saw him, and stood stunned for a moment. Then walked forwards, with a broad grin on his face. He laughed happily.
"Jack!" He exclaimed. Again, Jack backed up- what on earth is going on? he thought. The Russian man stopped, and frowned at him.
"Is something de matter?" He asked. Right, that did it. He'd had enough of this madness.

"What? Seriously?! First, I nearly get trampled to death by the horse from hell. Then, Peter Rabbit, here, comes out all: Hey, Jack, I'm a giant, talking rabbit- which is completely normal by the way. And now there's, just..." He searched for the word. "You- giant beard guy- coming at me like you want a hug! So, all things considered, what the matter is, is that I'M GOING MAD!" He shouted.

They looked a little taken back by his outburst. He sighed.
"Alright. First things first, Horsezilla back there- that did actually happen? Oh great, now I'm talking to things in my head- first sign of madness, well, doesn't that just prove it?" He rambled.
"Err, no, that nightmare was real- and just I saved your life from it, so, your welcome." The rabbit said, clearly irritated from the Peter Rabbit thing. Of all that, though, Jack only zeroed in on one word.
"Nightmare?" He asked, curious, he knew that name. The rabbit laughed, while the man in the big red coat studied him.
"Right, so you're telling me you don't remember the Nightmares, or Pitch- or even us, I suppose." He said, looking like he expected him to burst out saying "Gotcha" at any minute. But, as he saw Jack's blank, lost face, he realised.
"Oh gosh... that's it, isn't it. He really doesn't remember us."

Apparently, the big man came to the same conclusion.
"You don't remember Tooth? Or Sandy?" He asked, Jack just shook his head, slowly, like he was doing so at a lunatic. "You don't remember the time you froze Bunny to the tree... or the time you made us all Easter eggs? Or the time you froze Bunny's-." His questions were interrupted rather quickly, by the rattled, and now severely annoyed, Bunny.
"Really, you're gonna bring that up, now?" He muttered, furiously.
"Just checking." The man reasoned.
"Look, I really don't have any idea who, or what, you two are, but- wait... if you know me, then... can you tell me who I am?" He asked, he couldn't believe it- finally, he would get an answer! Sure, it was from big Australian bunny, and even bigger Russian man, but it beat spooky drawing guy, any day.

They both stopped their arguing, and looked at him. Astonished, and a little saddened, by this news.
"You do not even know that." The man said, quietly. Jack shook his head.
"But, you know, don't you? You can tell me!" He said excitedly. The big man opened his mouth to answer, when a soft swirling noise made him look to his right... and then, Jack saw a person who challenged even the rabbit for weirdness.

He was tiny, half the size of Jack, but he was gold. Not tanned, literally. All of him, skin, clothes, hair, you name it, all of it was a sunshiny gold- and if his appearance wasn't odd enough, his entrance was. He floated down on a little golden cloud of- what? Sand, was that? Whatever it was, it shifted and swirled about underneath his feet, but it didn't seem menacing. Quite the opposite, it had a gentle calming quality, and, for the first time since he went in the park, Jack felt himself relax a little.

Just as the others had, the golden man grinned happily as he drifted towards him, waving a friendly hand, but not saying a word, for some reason. The Russian guy reached out a hand, and held him back.
"He doesn't remember, Sandy. He's forgotten all of us." He doesn't even know who he is?" He informed.

The little person, Sandy, looked over at him with a little sorrow in his eyes, but also with a kind of sympathy, and caring concern, that made his gaze friendlier the other two. Their looks were making him uncomfortable, but he would bear with it, though, if it would get him answers.

He was about to repeat the question, when a fourth voice sounded.
"Jack!" He barely had time to turn, before a green-blue blur tackled him. What the-? He thought, as several things registered- one, some random woman was hugging him- two, this woman had appeared from nowhere- three, was that feathers he felt under his fingers... and- four, she had wings on her back. He thought he'd seen it all with the talking rabbit, flying tiny man, and the beard, but, no, feathery bird lady had to come along and shock him all over again.

She pulled back from the hug to look at him. She looked so relieved she was almost tearful, and her bright smile was so happy, it was a shame when it vanished. Her happiness seemed to fade a little.
"Jack? Why are you looking at me like-" She gasped. She'd been staring into his eyes the whole time, and now, she recoiled as though she'd been slapped.
"No." She muttered. "No, no." She held his head in her hands. "Jack. Tell me you remember. Please, tell me you can remember!" She seemed almost on the verge of tears again, this time it was anything but happy. He could only shake his head, wishing now, more than ever, he had an answer where there was only blank space in his head.

"Jack!" Another voice, this time one he recognised.
"Hiccup." He'd been so distracted, the whole time, he'd forgotten about his friends. He turned behind him, and heard the sounds of three sets of footsteps coming towards him. At least that meant they were all ok, but how would they react when they met Thumper, Grandad, Mini man and Bird girl? Sheesh, it sounded like a bunch of lame superheroes. Rapunzel, especially, would freak.

He turned to them, not sure what to say, or do, but, luckily, it looked like they did.
"Sandy, knock 'em out... all of them." The Russian man told the the small person. Sandy nodded, sadly, then gathered, what looked to be, a ball of sand in his hands.
"Wait! Just tell me who I..."

He didn't even get to finish the question. He barely felt the sand hit his head, but the next thing he knew, he was spiralling into a deep sleep.

Tooth couldn't believe it. Even with all the evidence staring her in the face- even after looking into his eyes, and seeing for herself the lack of memories there, she still struggled to believe it. After all this time, all that worry, all that heartbreak- and when they finally find their precious boy, he doesn't have clue who they are.

That knowledge hit Toothiana the hardest. She was the Guardian of memories, and yet, twice, she had failed, to protect the memories of her dearest friend. It cut her up inside. All her hundreds of fairies, protecting and guarding the memories of children all over the world, but, despite everything, Jack had still lost all his memory... again. It had been bad enough the first time, but now, knowing that it was memories of her and all her friends missing, it was oh so much worse. It was far more personal, and she swore that as long as she was the Tooth Fairy, she would help him get his memories back.

Pitch would pay for this. How dare he. How dare he mess with someone's innermost, important, defining parts of their mind. How could he take away the part of Jack which made him Jack. Has he even the person she knew anymore? Would he ever be the same again-No, she couldn't afford to think like that. She had to stay strong, and stay logical. She had to figure out a way to solve this.

She listened to the ongoing conversation between Bunny and North.
"- How can this happen, mate? He doesn' remember any of us! He doesn't even know, who he is! What's going to happen this winter, when there's no Jack Frost to spread all the snow and the fun? I mean he's-." He broke off, before he said something embarrassing. "I mean, why, North- it's always him. Why? He's already lost his memory once, isn't that good enough? Months an' months o' worry over that kid, an' then there was... you know..." They did know. Tooth remembered, all too well, that dreadful day.

Jack had disappeared 5 months earlier, not a sign, or a trace of him, anywhere. Jamie had gone out of his mind with worry- it wasn't like Jack to vanish right in the middle of winter, especially having promised a snowball fight that very next day.

Then, on July 24th, Pitch had appeared. Too weak to appear at Guardian's stronghold, he'd appeared at the warren instead. They'd all assembled quickly, in case the need for a fight arose. None did, and yet, when Pitch had left, each of them felt more wounded, than they had if they'd been physically stabbed.

They had asked him where Jack was, demanded he return him, that he let him go. It didn't take a genius to figure out that when a guardian goes missing for as long as five months, and then Pitch turns up with a casual joke about how they all needed to "chill", he had something to do with it. Pitch had just laughed at their requests, and said.
"Oh dear Guardians, if only I could. I'm afraid little Jackie was being quite an annoying little pest- always breaking out. It was irritating, though a little amusing, having cage him up again. If only he'd stayed put and been a good little prisoner... but I'm getting sidetracked. I'm afraid to tell you, that Jack is no longer with us." They had gone silent, refused to accept it, called him a liar... until he he brought out a long, familiar stick, and threw it at the ground in front of them.

Jack's staff. He never went anywhere without it, and if their had been any doubt about him actually being dead- the dimness of the staff, and the dull smears of red along it, had confirmed their worst fears. The only way it would be that dim was if he really was...

Tooth had charged at Pitch, ready to smack him in the face, but he vanished. Leaving them with the staff of their lost friend, and his cackling laughter that faded away into silence.

They'd even had a ceremony for him. Unlike Sandy's, which had been full of golden candlelight, this one had been filled with soft, pale blue lights- reminiscent of the beautiful skies he flew in, and the eyes that had twinkled so everything he successfully annoyed Bunny. The wind had blown in to mourn her friend, and companion, bringing with her hundreds of glittering snowflakes to celebrate the boy's memory. But now, it seems, they had all been wrong.

Jamies message to all of them had kickstarted their belief in what, even Bunny, had given up hope on.

They'd searched around the area of the school Jamie had said visited, and now, they'd found him. Pitch must have used some kind of dark magic to trick even the staff, into thinking he was dead. But how had he done it?

"I know, Bunny. It is hard. North's voice brought Tooth back to the present. "But, at least, he is still alive." He finished, walking over to crouch beside the sleeping boy. "What confuses me, is how he managed to trick everyone into believing he is dead." Tooth landed next to him, and pondered the same thing, when something struck her.

He seemed different- more grounded. It no longer looked as though the slightest breeze would pick him up off his feet- and also, looking closer, she could tell he looked... older.

It had only been eight months, but, no doubt about it, he looked a little older. Jack never looked older. Not in all the years she'd known him, had he ever aged a single day. He was immortal- he shouldn't age.

That was it. Jack was mortal again.

He no longer had the same spirit energy that let him work his staff, so it had gone dull- like it would if he had died, but instead he was quite the opposite. He was alive. He was mortal.

She reached out and touched his hand. That confirmed it, it wasn't nearly as cold as it would be, had he still been Frost. She caught North's eye, as one of the oldest and most experienced in magic, he too had figured it out- but he silently bid her keep it quiet, at least until they got back to the Pole.

"Right, we need to get them home. He mentioned Hiccup earlier, no?" Tooth nodded, and Sandy walked them over to three more sleeping kids. "Ah yes, Hiccup- and this is his sister, through adoption, Merida. They both live at number 32 evermore street." He walked to the last girl. "Ah, Rapunzel. 13 foxglove avenue." Bunny stared at North.
"How do you remember these things?" He asked, North chuckled.
"When you've gone round the world as I have, many, many times. You start remember the streets pretty well, and i remember these three being on the nice list- well, Merida was sometimes on the naughty list- but they're not very common names." He explained, with a hint of pride.
"North, when you've finished showing off- perhaps we should take these kids home?" Tooth pointed out.
"Hmm, yes. As the Dunbrochs have already adopted Hiccup, it makes sense that Jack would live there, too. But I'll double check later. I'll take Rapunzel home. You three take the others- evermore street is just along that road on the right. Number 32. Sandy, knock out the parents so they don't panic." They all nodded.

Tooth picked up Jack, as North carried Rapunzel away. Sandy picked up Hiccup, since he was the lightest, so Bunny was left with Merida, who reflexively punched him in her sleep ("OW!").

As she flew off, Jack carried bridal style in her arms, she couldn't help but notice how wrong it was. He was too heavy, and far too warm. But, as he held him, he stirred in his sleep, and murmured.
"Stupid kangaroo." She laughed, a little, holding him closer. Tears almost welling, as she felt her hope rise.

The hope that Jack Frost, her little snowflake, was still in there somewhere.