Half term is finally here! Now I have more chances of updating quicker (I really hate it when I take forever to update...)

This chapter probably isn't going to be very long, since I have a brief idea of what I want in this chapter, and just seeing where it goes from there.

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Memories/Manny talking

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Jack's thoughts

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The guardians all exchanged a horrified look. It was awful for all of them to watch anyone die, and Jack always seemed to get more upset than any of them. What was it like when you had to watch someone die because of your own work, knowing that you couldn't help them?

The three other seasonal spirits, however, had a better idea of what it was like.

"Jack, you're not a murderer." Rapunzel said softly. "There is death in all of our seasons. Like," She had to stop and think for a moment. "Baby animals don't always make it. There sometimes isn't enough food. And, and in Autumn, Hiccup technically kills the plants."

It clearly didn't seem to help. Death in spring and autumn couldn't compare with death in winter.

Surprisingly it was Merida who provided some comfort.

"Summer isn't as great as people make it out to be." She said. "People get ill from the heat, and sometimes fires start, which kill thousands of people. Sometimes a drought starts, and people die of thirst. And then they can't grow food, which affects other people who might die of hunger." Merida winced slightly before saying the next part, remembering what happened earlier. 'One of those forms of cooling down is swimming, Frost! And swimming is fun!' "And some people, mostly teenagers, get hot in the summer and go swimming in places they shouldn't, even when there is clearly a sign that says 'no swimming'. And then they drown. So really, summer kills just as much as winter does."

Jack smiled half-heartedly at her. "Thanks, Merida." He whispered, before his attention turned to a new memory.

Jack groaned weakly as he lay down in the snow, closing his eyes. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. He had been hoping that if he stayed in Antarctica, then no one would get hurt from his snow. At first, he had tried letting the snow fall in the frozen wasteland, only leaving to make sure Blizzard was okay, but the wind constantly tugged at him, telling him that if he could make it snow here, then he could go and spread winter. Eventually he had stopped using his powers altogether, hoping that the wind would leave him alone.

It didn't work. Jack had been fine at first, wandering around in the snow and sometimes leaving to visit Blizzard, but he had quickly begun to feel strange. When he ignored it, the feeling had grown worse. After a week he was light-headed and dizzy, with a sickening feeling of nausea just to lighten the mood. Now his muscles ached for seemingly no reason, he had a headache, he was sweating and there was a growing heaviness in his chest, most likely his powers building up and pleading to be let out.

Jack's groans suddenly turned into screams of agony that tore through his throat as his powers ripped out of him. Snowflakes fell not at all gently as the wind howled, sending them everywhere. Small, sharp pieces of ice also joined the violent dance in the air, and the temperature dropped dramatically. Before long there was a powerful blizzard surrounding the winter spirit, and anyone who was walking through it would surely get hurt, if not killed by the biting cold. To Jack, it was a relief, but at the same time it hurt so much. His body jerked and shivered as waves of pain hit him. One would be over, and just as he was beginning to think it was over at last, the next wave would hit.

After what seemed like hours but was probably only a few minutes, Jack finally managed to shakily stand up, and looked around in horror at the blizzard surrounding him. Thank the moon that no humans lived in Antarctica. It would surely kill people, if not by the cold and ice, then by trapping them in their homes until they run out of food and either die of starvation or illness.

So that meant bottling up his powers was a no, then. The only problem was, he didn't have any more ideas on how to stop spreading winter. Which meant he was stuck delivering snow. Stuck delivering cold that killed people who didn't deserve to die. And there was nothing he could do about it. Which only made it worse.

"Wind." Jack coughed. He sounded awful. He definitely wouldn't be trying to contain his powers again. "Take me to Burgess please." The wind obeyed, gently picking him up and ruffling his hair before carrying him back to Burgess and dropping him next to the trunk of his favourite tree. Trying to ignore the tickle in his voice, Jack forced himself to lift his head.

"Blizzard." Too quiet. How could he expect his pet to hear him like that? "Blizzard!"Slightly better. Not perfect, but it was the best he was going to get, since the next time he tried he broke into a violent coughing fit.

A small whine reached Jack's ears, and there was suddenly a warm, furry body resting against his side, making Jack smile slightly and reach out a hand weakly, managing to rest it on his wolf's head. Blizzard whined again and gently licked his face, offering some comfort. Jack sighed, because he couldn't deny that it helped slightly. It made him feel better to know that someone wanted him around. Someone ached to help him when he was upset or hurt, someone would miss him if he suddenly disappeared. Someone cared. And at the moment, that was all Jack wanted.

A small grumble suddenly caught both of their attention, and Jack chuckled nervously. Being hungry was always kind of annoying since it was so difficult to get his hands on food. He didn't really want to take it from others, since they needed it more than he did, and he couldn't bear to kill the animals for himself. It wasn't the eating animals part, it was the actually killing the animals part. So he was usually stuck waiting until there was enough food for there to be leftovers, and he would take them.

Blizzard let out a worried bark, and Jack smiled, stroking his head. "I'm okay, boy. Just a little hungry. But I'll be fine. I'll find food eventually."

Blizzard didn't seem satisfied with this answer, and instead raced off back into the trees. Jack sighed and shifted slightly. How had he gotten so hungry so quickly? It usually took forever for him to get hungry enough to feel desperate for food, but now he was really uncomfortable.

A bark caught his attention. Jack half-heartedly opened his eyes – when had he closed them? – to see Blizzard trotting up to him, holding something in his mouth. Dropping at his feet, Jack saw it was a little bit of cooked rabbit. That made him smile. The brave little wolf must have found it somewhere, or taken it from a human family. But at that moment, Jack really didn't care, all he wanted was to eat something. Which is why he ate the rabbit after muttering a quick 'thank you' to his pet.

A sudden gunshot rang through the air, which brought Jack to his full senses and made him jolt to his feet. Blizzard stood in front of him and growled protectively, but stopped when Jack put a hand on his collar. Voices could be heard in the distance.

"Where did that troublesome mutt go?"

"He couldn't have gone far. We'll be sure to find it. The messy creature probably spilt blood everywhere when it was eating that rabbit it stole. We'll shoot it when we find it."

Jack's eyes widened in fear as his grip on Blizzard's collar. He had to get him out of here. "Blizzard." He said urgently. "You have to run. Now. I'll find you later."

Blizzard gave him a worried look, but obeyed after quickly licking his master's hand. Then he darted off silently into the trees, leaving Jack to find those hunters. There was no way he would let his precious pet get hurt by these cruel men. Not on his watch.

Jack darted through the trees, following the wind as much as he could. According to what he could understand, there was a huge group of men that had split into different parties to find a troublesome wolf that had been interfering with the villager's lives. The plan was to shoot it before it could start attacking people and bring the body back to the village so the people living there could see that it wouldn't be a threat any more.

Well, they wouldn't succeed in their mission. Not if he had any say in it.

Jack quickly found the first group searching near the pond, clutching bows in their hands. Jack smirked as a thought crept into his mind. He was going to chase these men away anyway, so why not have a little fun?

He quickly made it start snowing, making it fall heavier and heavier and asking the wind to make the snowflakes fall in a certain way. Frost crept over all of the trunks surrounding the pond, and snow piled up around their legs. The men looked around in confusion, panic beginning to etch into their faces, then turning into complete terror. The wind howled in delight, and Jack smirked. With so much snow falling, he was impressed. The wind had somehow managed to create an illusion of a wolf hidden in the trees, one that would tower over anyone with ease. The men cried out in alarm as the wind howled, making the illusion howl with it, and tried to run away, constantly tripping over both snow and their own feet. Jack just laughed as he watched them flee, before finally asking the snow to stop and letting the wind settle down.

"Ever the prankster, Jack." North chuckled, ruffling Jack's hair.

Since he still had other groups to chase off, Jack left the pond to go and search for the others, following the wind's directions to chase off the leftover groups.

There weren't as many as Jack thought. Counting the first group that he had freaked out, there were five groups that Jack needed to scare off. The second group had the wind howling in their ears, whispering warnings to leave the forest before they got hurt. The third group saw frost covering the trees, and watched as it spelt out the word 'leave'. The fourth group of men had gone home via an ice path, slipping and sliding back into the village in total panic. Jack had laughed so much at that.

Jack was just searching for the final group when he heard shouts and warning barks. Wait, barks?

Without thinking, Jack bolted towards the sound, determined to save his precious little pet before it was too late. He would not let Blizzard get hurt because of him. He would chase of those men if it was the last thing he did. He would.

Bursting out of the trees, Jack arrived by the lake. His wolf was backed up against a tree, snapping and growling at the men who had cornered him, his eyes glinting in fear. Someone smirked nastily and time seemed to slow down as he pulled out an arrow, fixing it to the bow and pulling the string back. Jack's heart stopped as the arrow was released. Time sped up, moving too fast for Jack to do anything.

"BLIZZARD!"

At the sound of his voice, Blizzard had turned towards him just as the arrow struck, burying itself in the wolf's side. The men let out a cruel laugh, and rage began to fill Jack. He turned to them, his eyes blazing. The wind picked up, howling as it sensed Jack's anger. Snow began to fall harshly, surrounding the men like a tornado. Their laughter died away, but it only increased Jack's fury. Ice crept from his feet to the men, cutting off their path to the injured wolf in front of them and threatening to cover them. Even if they couldn't see him, his anger was clear in the weather. Eyes widening, they began to run away. But it was too late. The damage had been done, and his temper had been lost. Ice shards flew around the air, cutting and nicking their skin and drawing blood. The group ran faster towards the village, screaming that the forest was haunted. In a last act of fury, Jack slammed his staff on the ice, causing it to frost over and thicken.

Then they were gone, and his rage died down. Eyes widening, Jack turned and bolted towards his pet, kneeling next to him and gently pulled the arrow out of his side. Blizzard whined in pain as blood began to leak out of his side, and Jack tried not to cry as he inspected the wound. The arrow had pierced a lung, which was slowly filling with blood. Jack cursed the humans and their lack of medicinal skills. Even though it wouldn't have done much good, since no one would be able to help him now. It was useless. No matter what he did, Jack realised with a sinking heart, Blizzard would die.

Eyes watering, Jack gently frosted over the wound to slow the bleeding. Blizzard whined again and thumped his tail on the ground slightly, gently licking Jack's face affectionately, which brought a weak smile to his face as he gently stroked his pet's head, playing with his ear.

"I'm sorry, Blizzard. This is my fault." Jack whispered. "If I hadn't complained that I was hungry, you wouldn't have gotten into trouble with the village."

Blizzard let out a weak bark, almost as if he was telling Jack that it wasn't his fault, that there was nothing he could have done, that he would have been caught and killed anyway.

"I'm so sorry, Blizzard." He repeated. "I'm so, so sorry." Jack gently placed a kiss on the top of Blizzard's head, almost unable to look at the affection in his pet's eyes. "You're a good boy." He didn't deserve that affection. He was the reason Blizzard was dying. "You're my good boy, Blizzard."

If wolves could smile, Jack was sure his pet would be smiling then. Just as Jack heard the distant ringing of sleigh bells, his precious little wolf's eyes closed as he let out his final breath. Jack tried to keep the tears at bay, but could not stop a few stray drops from slipping past his defences and dropping onto his body. Pulling his pet against him and burying his face in his fur, Jack muttered one last thing to his dead pet.

"Merry Christmas, Blizzard."

I'm sorry. You probably all hate me now. If you don't now, then you will when I tell you that I enjoyed writing Blizzard's death.

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