Hey guys, sorry this is so late, I've been working away since mid November and what with the holidays and such writing just kind of slipped my mind :/

But I'm back! And here's a new (short) chapter, and I'll be getting on with writing more, and you will have them at some point but next week is kind of a bad week for me so it might not come too soon... I'm such a bad writer! I'm sorry!

I hope you enjoy this one though, for what it's worth anyways, it's not too happy.

Thankies!

Fallible, adj
- (of persons) liable to err, especially in being deceived or mistaken

As soon as Jack stepped through the shadows and stumbled back into Bunny's tunnels, he knew something was terribly wrong. The silence was almost deafening, it was cold and the feeling of hope that seemed to pulse through the Warren – that sense of new life and fresh starts – was gone.

He pelted through the tunnel he'd been left in, his icy blue eyes clouding with fear and tears at all the cracked broken eggs scattered about, the magic of Easter had been torn from here, and there was only one being he knew who would have done this, and when Jack himself should have been here defending the place, the nightmare king had wrecked havoc whilst distracting him.

Pelting into the heart of the Warren, there was nothing to hear or feel. What he'd heard before was the place humming with life, a pulse in his ears when the magic was still here had let him know the place itself had a heartbeat, but again it was silent, and the only thumping he could hear was that of his own heart as panic gripped the boy, and he plundered on, running up the paths on the hillside, ignoring as best he could the cracked and still warrior eggs that had greeted them on their first arrival, running on to what he hoped was the exit.

And it was; a long rabbit hole he soared through, hoping to the Moon itself that he would come out on the surface near the Guardians.

Fresh air hit his face, crisp and cold, and right away the teen could make out the voices of children, fraught with disappointment and sadness, and the few words he managed to pick up from one girl were that the Easter Bunny wasn't real.

It tore through him like a dagger, cutting deeper than he thought it would, and blue eyes flickered upwards at the sound of the Australian Pooka begging them to see him, watching the rabbit surrender and close up as the children walked away... walked through him.

Pitch had destroyed the holiday, had led Jack away to do so. If he hadn't fallen for a dirty trick, Easter might have gone as planned, he could have fought the nightmares away and given some kids a chance at enjoying the egg hunts. Given the Guardians a chance to grow stronger again to defeat the monster that was Pitch. But because of his desperation to remember, because of his stupidity, he'd let them all down.

It wasn't really Pitch who had tricked him, at the end of the day. Somewhere down the line he'd convinced himself that he could care what others did. That he was more than just a trickster.

It was a horrible lie, and he'd fallen for it.