Jack was on a mission. He was going to do whatever it takes to get Life recognized by all spirits. Now four days after Easter, the winter spirit hoped that his friends would believe him when he said that he needed to talk.

"North, what could possibly be wrong?" Bunny was the last to arrive, and he looked to be incredibly grumpy. Arms crossed, eyes narrowed. Jack couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up.

"It was not me. Jack used Lights. Said 'big news'." North shrugged, pointing to Jack, who was sitting on the curve of his staff, watching his friends. They were all gathered in front of the big fireplace in North's shop, tucked away from the hussle and bussle of the Yeti running around.

"So, Jack, what's wrong?" Toothiana asked, she was clearly worried for Jack, she was fond of the mischievous spirit, and at the moment it was taking a lot of self restraint to check his teeth. Jack took a deep breath, he had no idea how to start.

"Would it be possible, for us, to not be able to see a spirit, because we aren't aware that they exist? That…because we don't believe in them, they are just as invisible to us, as we are to non-believers?" The others frowned, looking at Jack like he was insane.

"That wouldn't happen mate. Manny tells the whole spirit world when there is a new Spirit. We know of everyone." Aster shot back. Sandy conjured up a bunch of symbols, but they wee moving too fast to decipher. Nervously, he took out the six photos that Life had given him.

Life was hesitant to part with them, they were part of a collection that they carried around at all times. But, Jack promised to return them. He had left Life behind, not trusting of what his friends might say about not existing before he convinced the Guardians.

"I know it's possible, and… in fact, it has happened." Looking at the pictures, it made Jack realize just how lonely they made this spirit. He only passed them off after looking at them once more. His friends remained silent, waiting to see what Jack held.

The first one, it was the oldest of the pictures Jack held. It was yellow at the edges, but the photo was too important to ignore. It was North. He sat at his desk, carving an ice sculpture. An elf had its tongue stuck to the surface, and the big man was laughing heartily. On the bottom, written in loopy handwriting, remember how true the laugh was? Gotta make North laugh like that again. 1958.

Passing it off, he smiled at the next one. It was of Tooth. It was something Jack had only heard of, the hatching of her fairies. She held a rainbow colored egg, one that rivaled even Aster's. The top had fallen off, revealing the tiny head of a new fairy. The picture was up close and personal, maybe only a few feet away from Tooth's face, who looked enchanted by the event. Her lavender eyes sparkled. Gotta be around for more hatchings. Not just creating the eggs. 1962.

The next one featured Sandman. It was during a meteor shower, the star sat atop his normal cloud of sand, just looking up. Shooting stars streaked the sky, it was a beautiful cloudless night. Do you think Sandman misses being one of them? I'm sorry I took you away. 1963.

Aster was in the next one. His eyes were full of surprise, he had been caught by a kid. The kid's eyes glinted with so much happiness and excitement, mouth open in shock. The rabbit had a basket of eggs, his ears in a position that reminded Jack of embarrassment. Sorry Aster. Didn't mean to wake the kid up. I'll be more careful next time. 1981.

It was his pond. The next picture featured Jack, skating atop his lake, frozen in a single moment. Snowing lightly, he remembered that day. He had been walked through by a few adults, he hadn't been paying attention. So, to get his mind off of it, he was skating. Are you as lonely as I am? 1999.

And, the last one. It was simple. Just a picture of the full moon, with a pale hand reaching out to try and touch it. Why don't you talk to me anymore? Why won't any of them see me? I know I'm a monster, but it's so lonely. 2002.

As the pictures went around, he watched as their faces morphed from confusion, to anger, to horror, then sadness. They were all silent until all the pictures had been passed around.

"This isn't a joke, is it Jack?" Tooth looked at him, begging for him to say it was. Part of himself wanted it to be some stupid prank, to not even think that this spirit had no one. Invisible to all.

"No." Jack looked through the pictures once more, eyes lingering on the one of him. Who knows how often Life sat there, talking to him, and he never knew. "That was who I saw the other night. After Pitch. I think, that after I recovered my memories. After I… saw how I became a Guardian, it made sense for Life to be a spirit. The spirit of Life and Death." Tucking the pictures away, Jack didn't want to look at them anymore. As he met the other's eyes, confusion grew. They all looked from one to the other, horror on their faces.

"Spirit of life and death?" North asked, forehead crinkled made him look another ten years older.

"They don't have a name. Manny gave the name of Death, but, the brought Sandy back t life, so, I think maybe the spirit of both?" The older spirits looked from one to another, uneasy in their posture. "What?"

"I… I think we've known about this spirit before. But, wrote it off as a human myth." Tooth whispered. Sandy conjured up an image of a tall cloaked figure with a huge sickle.

"Called a reaper. Thought it was all a bunch of hooey." Aster sighed, rubbing his temples, and that suddenly made this worse. Not just saying that spirits couldn't be invisible, but they outright didn't believe in Life?

"Jack. Can you take us to them? We need to begin our centuries of apologies." Nodding, Jack Frost jumped off of his staff. Sighing. At least he made them believe. Part one was done. Next, he needed to integrate Life into the spirit world.

****TSCD****

The hooded spirit sat on a rock. Sometimes, isolation was okay. It gave them time to think. Life. Death. They had always been Death. But, Jack wanted to call them Life. It was weird. Such opposites. Death was an awful name, and, they hated it. It made them hate everything that Death touched. It made Death sad to exist on the same plain as humans and such positive creatures. So, no. Why be Death? But, Life was too innocent. By taking up that name, it would be ignoring all the horrible things that they can do.

Tears racing down their cheeks, Death wiped them away. It was better to embrace the dark, to accept the name Death right? Then they weren't pretending to be someone else. Stifling a sob, Death pulled out the picture of Jack, looking right back.

Invisible, they weren't invisible any more. Some children even believed in Death now. Or Life. Was this tricking the kids? To only believe in one side? Because… they weren't just Death, and they weren't just Life.

Oblivion. That is your true name. I had always thought that you still remembered it.