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Chapter 34: Blizzard at Punjam Hy Loo

Pitch was right when he said that the Guardian of Memories' palace was in a mountain and how awfully pretty and sparkly it was. The Snow Queen would have been impressed at the massive ancient structure that sparkled and shined with its golds and blues, but she wasn't. The owner of said palace, this Guardian, was one of those spirits that she loathed immensely for killing her baby boy and for breaking Pitch's heart. She frowned as she remembered the heartbroken look he wore every time he thought about Jackson or saw something that reminded him of his brother, her son.

Cold dark blue eyes glared at the palace. There seemed to be little fairies everywhere (as her lover predicted) with little teeth and coins in their small feathered hands coming and going. She eyes them coldly. They looked like the female Guardian. They were her children in a sense or maybe copies of her. It was plain to see that the Guardian didn't leave the palace unless it was to fight against her king. The witch.

She scowled at that. She would make them pay, dearly. Starting with what the Guardians care about most.

The Snow Queen tilted her head as the shadows quivered. Pitch had reached the Warren. Her lips twitched into a smile as she glanced at the miniature Fearling Tooth Fairy as she spread his arms in front of her.

"I believe a blizzard is in order. Don't you?"

Pitch laughed wickedly as he glared at the Warren. The pitiful land had seen better days. The Spring Magic seemed weaker than usual and was in the process of healing itself. Spring Magic was repairing ancient structures that had crumbled and plants that had started to wilt and die. The little eggs that the Pooka cared about so much were running around as they were born from the very ground of the Warren. Everything seemed to be livening up with the return of the Pooka's magic. He was going to have to fix that little problem, now didn't he?

The Pooka was nowhere to be found, most likely at the North Pole with the other Guardians. He doubted Sanderson was there, though. He was upset about the whole situation. Pitch wouldn't be surprised if the golden man distanced himself from his friends, for now.

He held his scythe loosely in his hands as hundreds of eggs scattered upon seeing him and his Nightmares when they materialized in the middle of the valley that the eggs were being born in. He laughed as his Nightmares gave chase. The silent screams of their death as they were stomped on was like music to his ears. The song of death and revenge. The sound of the Pooka's hope breaking under his foot. He would make him pay.

Pitch laughed again as the big stone sentinels came to defend the worthless.

Let's see how the Pooka feels after he destroyed his precious Warren and those worthless eggs. He would avenge his brother. Revenge would be his.

The aurora borealis was beautiful with its greens and blues. It was always amazing to see it in the night sky, but not now.

Sanderson stared at the lights as he flew over the ocean. The aurora was Nicholas way of calling them. For what? He really didn't want to know. He could not face them right now...not after what just happened…not after what they did. The poor Overlands…

He couldn't face them right now. Not after what they did to Pitch and his family…to that poor family…and to Pitch's little brother…How? This should never have happened. Not to a good and pure boy like Jackson Overland.

Sanderson sighed at his conflicted thoughts. What was he going to do now? Should he go back or should he keep his distance? He could use some advice.

Sanderson looked at the horizon as he flew over the ocean and towards a familiar golden sand island in the distance. He was home. It had been awhile since he'd been home. What had it been? Three? Four years, maybe? Sanderson looked on with a fond smile as he spotted some of the mermaids talking among themselves never the edge of the golden beach and the ocean. He hoped the ladies weren't too mad at him for not coming home sooner.

The girl was running from him. Why she was running and where they were going were answers he still didn't have but wanted to know.

"Come on, Jack!"

Jack looked at the girl. She had brown hair that reached her shoulders and wore a brown dress and brown boots. He, however, could not see the girl's face. It was somehow too dark in this forest to see her face. Not that she was facing him at all. She just kept on running and laughing joyfully.

"Where are we going?" he asked the girl questioningly.

The girl laughed. "To see Kozmotis, silly!"

Jack blinked. There was that name again. Who was Kozmotis? He felt like he should know that name. That name felt familiar like he had known that person for a long time, but why?

Jack looked at the girl in confusion as she laughed and squealed. Deep within the forest was a hole in the ground. Near the hole was a shadow. The shadow twitched and shivered as it began to take form. It started to look like a person, but there were no features to tell who this shadow was forming into.

"Who...?" Jack started to ask the girl when she stopped in front of the shadow. However, he never got to voice the rest of his question. An unfamiliar voice shattered his dream, yanking him back to wakefulness.

"Master Frost! Time to wake up!"

Jack groaned as he opened his eyes. He knew it was fairly early in the morning. Something was telling him it was about close to nine if the sun rays were anything to go by.

Jack yawned as he focused his eyes on the being who woke him up. The being was one of Mother Nature's sprite. He was about three feet tall with bluish wings. His outfit consisted of a blue shirt and white pants that were decorated with frost patterns. Jack knew right away this was a Frost Sprite. The Sprite also had sky blue eyes and ice-like hair.

"Um...hello," Jack said as he sat up.

"So sorry to wake you, Master Frost," the Frost Sprite said with an apologetic smile. "But breakfast will be ready in an hour. The others are waiting for you in the dining room."

"Um...thank you..." Jack was slightly startled that a Frost Sprite was in front of him and calling him master. Night called him that as well, but for some reason, he felt she would never stop calling him that. "Could you tell the others I'll be down soon?"

The Sprite bowed as he replied: "Of course!" And then he turned to leave the room, closing it shut behind him.

Jack remained on his soft bed for a little longer before he decided to move. Jack wasn't sure how he felt about being called master. Although, it seemed to briefly pull at a memory, but he couldn't quite grasp it.

Jack frowned at that. Why couldn't he remember and who was that girl in his dream? He wondered if that was his mind trying to help him remember.

Jack shook his head as he opened the closet door. Jack blinked at the different pairs of clothing that rested within. There were three light blue tunics (these tunics seemed to reach below his waist and pointy towards the bottom. There were golden trimmings on them that went from the shoulder to the bottom and then around the edges. On the lines were golden snowflakes), and three white ones of the same design (only the snowflakes were a dark blue). Next to the tunics were three pairs of vests: one blue, one white, and one gold. There were also six pairs of pants. Some of the pants were dressy, while some weren't. Although, they had a similar theme of colors: gold, blue, and white. And lastly, there were two cloaks. The first one was a dark blue. It had a border of white and was decorated with a snowflake pattern on the shoulders. The other was also a dark blue, but the border and snowflakes were gold instead.

Jack looked at the different clothing he had. They all looked like nice clothing. But for some reason, the colors felt like they should remind him of something. Of what, he couldn't recall. Jack stared at the light blue tunic and a pair of white pants.

Mother Nature sure knew how to pick clothing. Might as well thank her for all his new clothes. He doubted his old ones could be fixed anyway.

The frantic chirps of green and blue miniature Tooth Fairies echoed off the magnificent columns and walls of the palace that resided within the mountain of Asia as strong winds carried freezing cold air (averaging below twenty degrees) and freezing snow and jagged ice, creating a fearful raging blizzard.

The raging blizzard roared as it blew and struck everything around it, freezing anything that got too close and knocking anything that was lightweight and fragile and shattering any and everything that was made of glass. Thousands of Tooth Fairies chipped fearfully as they tried to avoid being sucked in (as the blizzard shattered glass and knocked down tooth boxes) and becoming a fairy sickle. Many of the fairies were unlucky and ended up dropping the little teeth they were holding before they were frozen into a block of ice.

The icy laughter of the Winter Spirit brought chills to their little bones. The miniature fairies didn't know what they (or even mother) did to anger the Winter Spirit. But they did know one thing, they were not going to stick around to find out and risk being frozen solid. All except one brave fairy that was.

This miniature Tooth Fairy was the youngest of her sisters. She was also said to be different when compared to the rest of the miniature Tooth Fairies. This Tooth Fairy was similar to her mother. Much like her mother, this Tooth Fairy had a fiery and compassionate personality that would make the Sister of Flight proud. While her sisters had either a pair of green or pink eyes, this Tooth Fairy had the rare gift of having both colored eyes: one green, one pink.

While the other fairies were flying away from the blizzard (and attempting to avoid getting frozen alive), this young and brave fairy charge straight for the Winter Spirit that invaded their home. Of course, she was now cold and had ice forming on her feathers, but she was far away from the blizzard, making sure she didn't get frozen alive. She ignored the frantic chirps of her sisters as they yelled for her to fly the other way.

"Turn the other way, sister!"

"Fly, sister, fly!"

"We must tell mother about the Winter Spirit!"

"Please don't! We can't lose you too!"

She ignored them as she flew above the current. She flew higher and higher until she was directly above the blizzard. She could hear the jagged winds as they carried ice with them from within the blizzard. The Tooth Fairy looked toward her right when she heard a female laugh. He laughter was from the Winter Spirit, she realized. The laughter sounded menacing and mocking. What had mother done to anger her? The young fairy wondered as she flew to the top platform that the spirit was summoning the blizzard from. I know many spirits are not happy about the war. Mother is neglecting her job, in favor of fighting Pitch. But…could she had done something to anger one of Mother Nature's spirits?

The fairy chirped in uncertainty. If their mother did do something like that then they were in trouble. It was bad enough that they were struggling to gather the teeth without their mother's help, but to have their mother (and the other Guardians at that) to mess with the balance of nature (and other spirits' jobs) would not end well; not for them and certainly not for the other Guardians. The young fairy dreaded to find out what their mother did as she continued to fly to the platform.

Upon reaching the platform, the fairy was taken aback by the spirit's appearance. The woman had curly snow white hair that had black highlights, dark blue eyes that looked cold and menacing, and fair pale skin. The woman wore a beautiful light blue gown that sparkled like the snow she created. The woman was beautiful. But that didn't mean she would put her guard down. The woman was dangerous.

"Well, what do we have here?" The woman's voice was as cold as the sharp jagged ice shards that were formed and tossed around; they were deadly and frightening. The young fairy tried to be brave, but she felt it faltering further when she heard a familiar voice.

"It seems one of my sisters have the nerve to confront you, my Queen."

She bristled when she saw her older sister, at least she used to be. The fairy's once beautiful feathers were now a dark black and gray, her beak and feet were a light gray, and her once bright pink eyes were a sickly haunting yellow.

"I see." She stiffened as cold blue eyes gazed at her coldly. "Tell me little one," the Winter Spirit said with a hint of anger in her voice. "Would your mother even care if you froze to your death?" The hatred in her voice as she snarled the question about their mother made her eyes widen in horror. Mother, what have you done?

The temperature soon plummeted. The winds grew harsher, the snow and ice grew and solidified into balls of ice that were jagged and pointy. The little fairy shivered violently as ice began to form on her wings and beak, to the point of hurting.

"Please," she chirped fearfully. She did not care for her safety too much, but she did fear for the others. "Do whatever you want to me, but please leave the others alone!"

She watched as her 'sister' translated what she said. The woman frowned in response. There also seemed to be a hint of pain in her eyes. "So self-sacrificing…just like my son…" Her voice sounded soft, distant even, and her dark blue eyes seemed to soften to a soft blue, like the one of the sky. She wondered who this person was. It wasn't new for spirits to have children. It was rare, but it wasn't impossible. They were immortal after all.

"He wouldn't want you to do this," she said softly, trying very hard to ignore the numbness caused by the ice that was beginning to spread up her small body.

The soft distant look soon turned into anger and rage. "How would you know?!" The winds grew violent. The ice grew larger and thicker, breaking the fine gold and strong metal of the palace. Jagged ice seemed to pierce through the walls and metal, destroy all in its path. The palace was becoming a huge block of ice.

"Why are you doing this?" she chirped frantically. "We haven't done anything to anger you!"

The woman laughed. It was hollow. The scary type of hollowness that was filled with pain and anger and...despair. The fairy could not understand what could have caused this type of pain. She could feel that the woman was remembering a memory, a bad one. "Is that so?" the woman asked. "Let me tell you something little fairy." She shivered at the hiss. "My son is dead because of your mother!"