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Jack had been right, either this was the same entrance he'd used before or it was the one closest to Burgress. Either way it was Pitch's lair that had been found by the barriers of Jack's new domain. He now stood in front of the broken bed-frame.

"You ready Baby Tooth?"

"Chirp!"

"Here we go."

Down they fell, Jack really wished he could ask wind to float them down for a genital landing, to land hard on the dark tunnel floor. One foot in front of the other they followed the tunnel, caucuses and alert for any attack. Surprisingly none came; the large cavern was the same as before including the ice and black sand spicks. When the saw them chirps rang out.

"Don't worry! I promise to get you out, I won't leave you again." Jack knew he couldn't gut up to the cages without his staff, so his search began. But the maze like lair confused and stumped him, after finding himself at the entrance tunnel for the fifth time with no staff in hand he begin to growl in frustration.

"Ok! Let's try this way." He struck off in another random direction, leaving frost hand prints at every turn to mark the way. The lair was becoming covered in them after is many attempts; he hoped that they would last till he got everybody out but melted before Pitch returned. Unlike before Jack found something in this direction.

A locked door! All the other rooms had open arch ways as entrances, which meant there was a need to keep what was inside this room under lock and key. Like with the hand prints, freezing metal to a brittle state was something he could do without his staff. As the lock crumbled away at his touch he opened the door. Inside two startled pairs of eyes meet his!

"Jack? How? You were hurt, Pitch broke your staff!"

"That doesn't matter you got to get out of here!"

Bloom and Magmas had stood after seeing who had entered their cell. They couldn't believe their eyes. Jack Frost was fully healed and he seemed more determined and confident then they thought possible.

"We're all getting out of here!" Jack told them and, before they could protest, he grabbed their hands and pulled them through the open door.

"Jack! There's no time, you need to go now! Before Pitch comes back and traps you too." Jack continued to pull them ignoring Bloom's plead. He stopped when they made it to the large cavern.

"My staff is here, I know it. Pitch wouldn't have taken it with him wherever he goes, he'd put it on display. Can you show me where it may be?"

Magmas' face showed a determination Bloom hadn't seen in years." This way!"

The tree ran over bridges and up/down several stair cases, Jack marking the way as they went, till they arrived at the "Thrown room". A large chair sat on the far wall, the middle of the room had a pedestal with a hollow iron globe standing on it.

"Over there." Magmas pointed to the left of the chair where another pedestal sat. On it were the broken pieces of Jack's staff, looking dead and lifeless. Even when he picked them up they didn't reach.

Jack fitted them together but they just as easily fell apart. "Then let's try this!" He slammed them together and held them there as he took on a look of concentration.

The two watched him lost in thought. After all they did to him, he wanted to help them both? The memories of that night all those long dark years ago flooded their minds.

After Mysheara had chased them off their feelings of jealousy (at Jack's power and status), hate (at the wolfs for interfering), and fear (of what the wolfs, Mother Nature, or the Man in the Moon may do to them now) were like honey to Pitch. He soon found them and struck up a conversation.

Of course they were on guard the moment he arrived but that slowly changed as he talked to them. He knew just the words that would feed the egos and seemed to agree with their point of view. But all that time he had been collecting an unfinished version of his black sand under their feet. They were too wrapped up in his words to notice and the second there defenses were down they were encased in cocoons of black sand. The cocoons shrank till there was no room to move, no attack or action they used did anything towards freedom and that only increased their fear. The grains seemed to penetrate there skin and they couldn't help but breathe it in, and then they passed out.

They awakened in Pitch's lair with absolutely no control over their own body's. From that point on there were under his control, forced to observe, trapped in the furthest corners of their minds. They had watched as there body's moved and obeyed Pitch of their own accord. The only time they had any control was when Pitch left them behind. When he was out of a certain range the black sand that coursed through there veins, chaining them to him, lost its power and they were free. But Pitch wasn't stupid, he knew the limitations of his sand, and locked them in the one room with a door.

The first few years they had tried desperately to escape whenever the sand lost its hold, once they even managed but Pitch found them, whether because he could sense the sand inside them or because of something else they didn't know. They had been in the outside world for no more than half an hour when the nightmare king, there master, had cornered them. They had tried to fly but there winds would not or could not hold them because of their corrupted state. The sand held them still as Pitch gave them another dose of his, now perfected, black sand. This second dose gave Pitch more range of control distance, with the side effect that the farther away the weaker the power. But it didn't matter; they were ordered back to their cell and had never been able to get free again. After a while they gave up any hope they still had.

The years rolled by an endless dark nightmare for the two till tonight. Pitch had ordered them to attack Jack Frost. But what they found themselves wanting was to absolutely refuse. One would think that their egos would have pined there torture and captivity on Jack, but instead the years with Pitch had softened there hard, dark feelings. They had seen that it was their egos and there dark feelings towards Jack that had led to this imprisonment. They hated themselves for all the things they'd done to the lonely boy, who had nothing and no one. A boy who had not asked to be the only winter spirit and there for receive all the power of it alone. They wanted to apologize and try and make it up to him, but instead they were forced to reenact that horrid night.

They followed Pitch's orders, searching further and further away from the lair to find the boy. With each mile they felt the sand lose a small bit of power and had fought to regain control. But the shadows of the forest prevented any true progress. Then over Jack's pond, ironically, they spotted him. The attack was swift and the words like aside in their lips, but Jack had changed and he fought back. On top of that he had somehow seen that their actions were not their own, he'd seen the real spirits inside. He flew them into the air, they had never felt so whole, and separated them form the shadows. But before they could give Jack any kind of message pitch sent his nightmares to collect them.

They had watched Jack enter the lair, heard Pitch taunt then sooth him, seen the black sand begin to collect under his feet, and been unable to do anything. When Jack denied Pitch they'd cheered, internally, but it didn't last. Their hearts broke to see him beaten by their hands. Pitch sent jack through a shadow, and for about ten minutes they were themselves. Pitch returned, however, and he carried Jack's broken staff with him to their horror. They knew that to break a spirits relic was like breaking a piece of their soul.

Pitch told them that "If Jack's defenses couldn't be broken with words, then Plan B was in order." He put Jack's staff on display and spook of how "Some time spent powerless, with a dyeing fairy, should do the trick." Then he'd sent them to their cell as he petted the nightmare wolf.

When Pitch left, and they were themselves, Bloom broke down and cried right then and there. Magmas had punched the wall for a while then sat down with bruised hands. Both were trapped in their own thoughts, they had just sealed Jack's fate! He would fight as long as he was able, they didn't doubt that. But that time fighting would be spent wallowing in his own helplessness; till Pitch took control and he became a prisoner in his own body like them.

So when the lock had been broken and Jack opened the door, it took a while to believe he was really there.

"Yes!"

Jack's thrilled voice brought them back to the present. A blue glow had emerged from the crack in the staff mending it together. From there life seemed to breathe back into the wood as frost coated it once again. Jack twirled it experimentally then slammed it on the ground. Ice quickly coated the floor with beautiful frost patterns.

"Alright, now it's time to get everyone out of here!" The winter spirit gave them a smile when he said "everyone", as if telling them (in no uncertain terms) that they were coming to. Leaping into the air the wind came and joyfully held him in its embrace. "I'm glad to be back to, but right now we have to free the fairies!" Quickly leaping from one cage to the other Jack opened the doors and waved at the fairies inside. "Come on, let's go!" The fairies tried to beet there wings but none left the perches. "What…what's wrong? None of you can fly?"

"Jack!" Bloom's and Magmas' voices made him look down. They were pointing at the iron globe he now saw it had lights on it, like the one at the Pole, but now only a handful were shining.

"They're all going out!" he leapt down and ran to get a closer look. "No, NO! We can't be too late!" Five left, "Hang on!", Four, "Please!", Three," You have to keep believing!", two, one! It stayed, didn't waver, didn't fade. "Jamie!" Jack didn't know how he knew but he did.

"You got to go Jack, NOW!" Jack looked at Magmas.

"I can't leave you all here." He gestured to the fairies and them.

"We'll keep the fairies safe, but if the last light goo's out, all is lost." Bloom said.

"Go!" The two practically screamed.

"Chirp!" Baby Tooth crawled out of his hood and onto Jacks shoulder. She looked Jack in the eye and pointed to herself then the cages. Then she hoped onto Bloom's hand.

"But I promised to get you out, I already failed once."

"That wasn't your fault Jack, it was Pitch's and if you don't get moving he'll win."

"We'll get the fairies down and be right behind you. That's a promise!"

Jack was still unsure, but what they said made sense. Finally he said: "I'll come back!"

"We know you will, now GO!"

The wind blowed around telling him to trust them.

"Alright, wind take me to Burgress!"