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"Phil! Phiiiiil! Phiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiillllllllllll!"

Jack raced through the workshop halls, waving his sword in the air. Several yetis sprang out of his way, yelling curses at him.

"Phiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiillllllllll!" The spirit peered through the kitchen door, drawing out the yeti's name in a loud voice. However, Phil wasn't in there- only a few elves and other yeti, making cookies. "Can I have one?" He asked, momentarily distracted.

A female yeti raised an eyebrow, but handed him a cookie from the baking tray, grumbling a warning about its temperature. Jack grabbed it and nibbled a corner. "Thanks." He muttered with his mouth full. He wolfed down the rest of the biscuit. "Oh! Phil! Where you at?!"

The spirit hared down the long corridor, glancing into rooms as he went. Swallowing, he called out again.

"Phiiiiiiiiii- Oh, there you are!" Jack had ran into Phil's chest, dropping his ice-sword. It slid across the floor a few metres, almost impaling a elf covered in Christmas lights; it squeaked and hid behind the yeti's leg, peeping at Jack occasionally with a startled expression.

"Sorry." The spirit apologised. The elf gave a rude snort. "Hey Phil! You like my sword!" Jack, not giving the elf another thought, rushed past Phil and grabbed his sword. "Look! It's cool, right?!" The spirit waved the weapon in the air again excitedly. Phil gasped and said something to the spirit followed by urgent questions.

"Whoa…Whoa! Slow down! This is my staff!" Jack lowed the sword and traced his fingers along the swirls carved into it. "I was practicing fighting on a glacier- yes, I am fine otherwise I wouldn't be here- anyway, I was beating up this ice block I made and I wanted a sword…and my staff turned into one!" Jack rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "it's kinda hard to explain…what?" Phil repeated his question as the elf pranced down the hall with Christmas lights trailing behind it, flickering occasionally. Jack watched it go with a raised eyebrow. "Can I get my staff back? I dunno…" The spirit stared at his sword, twisting it in his hand curiously. "Should I try?"

Phil nodded encouragingly, stepping back a few steps. Just in case.

Jack bit his lip and held his sword out in front of him and closed his eyes.

I want my staff back. My staff, my staff…

The ice sword began to glow brightly in his hand, and the spirit cried out excitedly.

"It's working!" He yelled, grinning, and focused on the image of his staff in his mind in detail. He pictured its rough surface and its frosted wood.

Jack felt the sword's smooth, cold surface change in his hand and it grew longer and thinner. Finally, with a last pulsing light, Jack's staff was in his hand again. The spirit laughed and made it snow lightly around him whilst Phil applauded.

"I did it!" Jack grinned, "it wasn't as hard this time!" The spirit laughed and created some frost of the floor, which spiralled up the walls. "I wonder…" he muttered, "how many weapons can I make?"

Phil grunted sternly, and Jack wailed:

"Whaaaaat?!" The yeti held his gaze, shaking his head. "Why can't I find out?!" The spirit yelled angrily, and was tempted to stamp his foot like a child.

Phil grunted something else and began to walk away, ignoring the spirit's protests.

"But I won't overdo it! I won't wear myself out! I'm not a baby!" Jack yelled behind him but the yeti shown no sign of listening. The spirit growled and actually stamped his foot in frustration.

He was going to try anyway.

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"I'm sorry! Don't take me to Phil! I'll be good! I didn't mean to!" Jack looked up at the yeti who was dragging him across the brightly lit hallways of the Pole.

Jack had been fine, practicing his new power in a small, abandoned room when he wanted to try out the range of the bow and arrow he had created; to do this, the spirit crept out the room and meant to just fire one arrow at the door which lead to the toy-making room of the workshop (which was empty and abandoned). That was all.

But instead of landing on the door, the arrow shot through it instead and almost impaled a yeti who was cleaning in there.

The same yeti that was dragging him to Phil now.

"You have to admit…that was a really strong arrow…" Jack said, letting the yeti drag him. Besides, he wanted to show off the to Phil and show him he wasn't a baby. He hand managed to create four more weapons, including the bow and arrow: two mini daggers (he had to snap his staff in half only when it was completely ice when he did this. It felt strange at first, but then he got used to it.); a scythe, with a sharp blade with frost carvings; and chain with two axe heads at either end- Jack didn't know if that was a real weapon, but he liked using it.

Jack was now definite he was ready to try and save the guardians; he wasn't being 'too eager', like Phil said.

The yeti suddenly stopped, yelling about Jack to a yeti he couldn't see. But it was probably Phil.

The yeti holding him let go of his arm and stormed off, muttering under its breath. The spirit turned around and, no surprise, saw Phil staring back at him with a glare that could kill an elephant.

"I just wanted to practice." Jack said. Phil grunted. "I can make more weapons now! It's getting easier and easier!"

The yeti in front of him shook his head firmly, as if he could read the spirit's thoughts.

"But I'm ready!" Jack yelled, standing up. His shoulder gave a painful stab as he did so, and he couldn't help but wince. Phil, sensing his discomfort, shook his head again, anger filling his features.

"I'm going. I'm going to find them. You can't stop me!" The yeti said something which made the spirit glare at him. "I am ready! I am strong enough!" He raked his hand through his long hair, which was now a habit, and turned away.

"I'm going."

Phil, sensing defeat, sighed and grabbed something from the dusty shelf next to him, which he had been staring at before Jack was thrown across the floor by an angry yeti. The spirit turned around and his eyes widened at the thing in Phil's hands.

"A snow globe…" Jack gasped. The yeti nodded and handed it to him gently, brushing the dust off the top. The spirit stared into it in amazement.

"The other yeti…they told me that they had all got destroyed…" he muttered. Phil shook his head.

"Not all of them. Most of them. You must use this to find your way back here if you are in trouble." He grunted in his language. Jack nodded and began to walk down the hall and into the globe room. There was something else he needed first.

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Jack stared at the shadow armour in front of him, hanging in the glass case. In his hand was his ice sword, dragging slightly on the floor. His blue eyes reflected on the glass for a second, then the spirit raised his sword; after a small hesitation, he plummeted his sword into the glass, shattering it across the floor.

Slowly, Jack reached out and grabbed the armour and the hooded coat, dropping his sword behind him. This was all he needed.

The spirit pulled his battered hoodie off so only a old, white shirt remained, and slipped the shadow armour on carefully, flexing his arms and legs. It fit perfectly.

Then, over the top, Jack put on the hooded cloak and pulled the hood up, blocking his white hair from sight. It was odd, putting something on that had once belonged to North, but if he wanted to save the Cossack, he needed to protect himself.

Jack looked at the largest shard of glass on the floor, catching sight of his reflection. He didn't seem…him anymore.

Instead of his signature clothing, Jack now wore a black coat over even darker armour. His hair was out of sight and he wasn't even holding his staff anymore. The only thing the same about him was his blue eyes, but even they held a darker, different look than before.

He had completely changed. Jack didn't recognise himself.

Shaking off the thought, the spirit scooped up his sword and turned to the single window that was giving light into the room. Gripping his weapon harder, Jack ran over to the opening and leaped outside, landing lightly. His footsteps made no sound as they spirited across the snow, with his coat blowing behind him. Blue eyes glimmered from underneath his hood, and a single lock of white hair escaped and brushed his pale cheek. In the half-light, Jack looked like a ghost, drifting across the snowy landscape.

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A NOTE TO ALL READERS:

I will be on holiday almost certainly by the time I've bothered to post this chapter, so no updates for 1-2 weeks…

That's why this is so short. Sorry. And bye!