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Present day:

The woods surrounding Burgess lake were quiet; in the day, children would fill them, playing and running, but at night, no one dared to step inside them in fear of something unknown.

The forest's main attraction- the thing that kept making children return to it- was the frozen lake that was in the centre of the trees. The children would gaze into its murky depths, trying to figure out why it stayed frozen for so long, but they would never see anything because the ice was so thick. One time, they tried to break the ice- they stamped on it, threw stones and sticks and they even bravely stepped right in the centre and began to jump and hit it simultaneously- but it didn't even crack.

Some of the children believed it was haunted. Others thought it had been frozen for centuries. But no one was sure. As long as they could remember, the lake had been covered in ice, but in never had snowed where they lived.

It was a cloudless night; the moon shone brightly, illuminating the mysterious lake through the trees. The ice shimmered in its light, but refused to reveal what lay below it. The wind blew the trees gently; the only sounds was the leaves rustling against another.

Then, the sound of ice cracking slowly.

The cracking grew louder and quicker until it caved in completely, revealing murky, dark water.

Suddenly, a teen burst to the water's surface, coughing out a mouthful of the dirty liquid. Gasping, the teen scrambled out of the water and sat the ice surrounding him with his eyes closed.

The teen had white hair which had grown to his shoulders; he wore a blue hoodie and brown trousers, which were worn and moth-eaten. The boy opened his eyes again quickly and plunged his arm back into the water; after a few seconds he pulled it out again, grasping a wooden Shepard's crook in his hand which flowed blue with his touch. Still breathing heavily, the winter teen began to take in his surroundings, shuffling further away from the hole in the middle of the ice. He closed his eyes again, inhaling the cold, night air and ran a trembling hand through his hair. The teen suddenly froze, holding his hair in his fingers and pulled it; he stared at his white locks for a few minutes, his blue eyes following the long strands until they stopped at his shoulders.

"Wha?" The spirit's voice was faint and cracked; the teen rubbed his throat, confused at how raw it sounded. He let go of his hair and let it hang limp.

What happened?

Suddenly, a silver beam of moonlight shone over the spirit, illuminating him among the trees; the teen squinted in the sudden light and raised a hand to try and block it out.

"Jack Frost." A strong, authoritative voice rang in the spirit's head. It was a voice that he had only heard once before, the first voice he had ever heard.

"Moon?" Jack whispered, his voice still weak, as he looked up at the moon quickly. "Why? Why are you talking to me now? After all these years..." Jack tried to stand but his legs collapsed beneath him, causing the ice to crack slightly.

"Careful."

"Who are you to tell me to be careful?" Jack snapped, looking away again. "Why are you talking to me?" He felt a burning hate for the man in the moon- after all those years of silence he decided to speak now? Why?

"There is something you MUST know."

"What?" Jack looked at the moon again, getting used to the bright light.

"Pitch has taken over this world with darkness."

"What?!" Jack repeated, his voice beginning to grow stronger. "How?"

"He has captured the guardians whilst you were trapped in a coma. The guardians put you in this ice to keep you safe."

"But how come he's done it so quickly? How long have I been trapped in the ice?!" Jack heard the moon sigh sadly; the spirit felt his anger rush back to him. He didn't want his pity! "Tell me!"

The moon didn't answer.

"Tell me!" Jack yelled, glaring at the moon. He heard him sigh again.

"You have been asleep for over 70 years, Jack Frost."

Jack froze, his eyes widening. He then laughed shakily, turning away from the moon again.

"No way…" he closed his eyes. "This is some kind of prank…that's it! Bunny must've hid me in this ice, and found a way to make my hair longer…it's just a big prank! I'm gonna kill that Kangaroo…" Jack tried to stand again, but failed, his legs unable to hold his weight yet.

"You know that isn't true. It is essential that you accept the truth now."

"No, no, no…" Jack clamped his hands over his ears, trying to shut the moon's voice out. "Go away! That's not true! How could've I been asleep so long?! What happened?!" His hands moved to rake his fingers through his long hair.

"You must remember, and accept the truth."

Jack closed his eyes again, forcing his mind to go back into the past. Nothing…nothing!

"Jack!"

"You need to wake up!"

"Please…"

"Fight it, Frostbite!"

He remembered desperate voices. Screaming. His screaming. The knife. Pitch. The battle. Waiting for death.

His breathing began to speed up again as he remembered the pain that he had experienced; the guardian's cries of grief when the blade was stabbed through his stomach and out of his back. He remembered their faces, looking down at him sadly, as his vision began to fade into blackness.

"What happened that day was cruel." The moon said as Jack had memories flash into his mind. The horses that formed a circle around them. Trapping them.

"It should've never happened."

Then Pitch had came…he was smiling, saying he would not stop until Jack Frost was dead…

"I wished that I could've helped. But I couldn't. I had to watch and hope that you would all be alright."

But the guardians refused to hand him over, and Pitch got angry…

"But you must learn to use this as a strength."

He ordered his nightmares to attack…but he didn't want his friends to die protecting him…

"Do not forget the past. Use it as a weapon. You must move on, and not think of how you could've stopped it from happening."

So he sacrificed himself, in hope that the guardians would live. Then…

Darkness.

"There is hope."

Jack's eyes snapped open and a few tears leaked out of them.

"How? How can there be hope?!" The spirit wiped the tears away fiercely, glaring at the moon once more. "North…Bunny…Tooth…Sandy…they're gone…" his voice cracked.

"They are still alive."

"Alive?! Where?!" Jack's eyes sparkled with hope and he stood up successfully, using his staff as a crutch. He heard the moon laugh fondly of his antics.

"I am proud of you. You are worthy of your guardian title." Jack looked at the moon, no longer with the harsh glare but with a small amount of forgiveness.

"The guardians have been captured by Pitch and imprisoned with his strongest nightmares. Are you willing to risk everything to save them?"

"Yes." Jack replied firmly, full of determination.

"Are you willing to chase the darkness to each end of the earth to rescue the ones you love?"

"Yes."

"Are you willing to sacrifice your own safety for another's freedom?"

"Yes."

"I thought so. You have not let me down."

Jack gave a brief smile at the moon and stood straighter, no longer feeling the need of his staff to keep him standing.

"The path that lies ahead of you is going to be hard. You will be tested in every way possible, and you will discover new heights of your power. Good luck, Jack Frost. I will always be watching over you."

The moon's voice faded in his mind and the light shining on him dimmed, leaving him alone in the darkness of the night. The spirit gritted his teeth determinedly and turned away from the moon, slowly walking off the ice.

The information that he had just learnt was still filling his head.

Seventy years?!

Jack groaned out loud and ran a hand across his face. How could he have let this happen? The guardians were now imprisoned all because he couldn't wake up from a stupid coma.

You must move on, and not think of how you could've stopped it from happening.

Jack finally made it off the ice and felt the grass weave into his toes and it comforted him to know that something was normal. He sat down again, pulling the green blades out of the earth subconsciously.

"What now?" The spirit said to himself, sighing. "I'm not ready to go facing Pitch yet…I'm not strong enough."

You will discover new heights of your power…

What had the moon meant by that? Was it possible that he hadn't reached his full potential, after 300- no, over 370- years? He groaned again and raked his hand through his hair, wanting things to be simple again.

"The Pole." Jack suddenly had an idea; where else would he go when he was unsure of anything? The North Pole, obviously. Plus, it would help him see exactly what happened whilst he was asleep. He wasn't even sure if the Pole even existed anymore.

"Wind?" Jack called quietly, standing up quickly. A sudden rush of air surrounded itself around the spirit, making the trees rustle loudly. Jack smiled, knowing that he still had his oldest friend.

"Could you take me to the Pole, please? I can't see too well when it's this dark." The wind picked the spirit up gently and lifted him high into the air. Jack laughed with joy, letting himself forget the great task that lay ahead of him.

"Good luck, Jack Frost." The moon's voice echoed in his mind again, louder than before. "Be brave. Keep safe. Your friend's lives lie in your hands now. I know they will be safe."

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