Hello-

Tooth: Why did you hurt Jack!? And why do we have to work with Pitch? And what did Manny mean?!

Me: Um…..gotta run.

North: Why must she torture us?

Jack was scared. VERY scared. He watched as Frost began to freeze the world, freezing every last city, every last country in fact. Even the places where, in the history of the entire universe, had never had snow.

And Jack couldn't stop him. He tried, oh how he tried. He yelled until his throat was hoarse, but it did nothing. Frost refused to stop, to hand over control of his body to Jack, to even slow down if but for a second.

Jack wanted to let his friends know he was okay, though he wasn't sure he was, and to let them know he was fighting for control.

But Jack was losing that fight. And he felt himself fading, fast, and he wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to hold on.

Jack was scared. And there was no moon to help him now.

"Please, Emily. We need your help more than ever. Jack needs your help," North begged, emphasizing the boy's name. Mother Nature was being stubborn as usual.

She had hair the exact color of rich soil, and eyes the color of the sky. Her dress was made of leaves and grass, flowers of every color scattered across the skirt. She wore a crown made of branches with an emerald right in the center. And the scepter she carried had similar emeralds embedded in the gold-colored wood that the scepter was made of.

She sat down on a stone and gestured for North to sit. She was sorry for the WInter Spirit, certainly, but she hated helping her father. Even if the alliance between him and the Guardians was temporary. She supposed that it couldn't be helped, and she did adore Jack as though he was her own.

"Promise me, North, that you will be wary of Pitch. My father tends to break promises, even if it benefits him. I couldn't bear the thought of Jack or any of you getting harmed," Emily said. North nodded solemnly.

Emily dug up a memory, one of her and her father playing...before he was changed. The memory itself was sweet, but thinking of how things used to be still upset the Earth goddess. A single tear ran down her cheek and and fell into Emily's hand. She formed a small tube made of pure water before solidifying it. She dropped the tear into it before closing the top up with a cork.

"Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me, to the others."

Emily smiled as North left before looking at her flowers. If North only knew how much it meant to her. She loved all of Earth and all who lived there. For someone, especially as young as Jack, to be hurt brought tears to her eyes.

"No way am I staying here. We got the berries, now get the king already!"

Pitch rolled his eyes as he laid down on one of the two beds in the small room. The walls, floor, ceiling, even the beds, were all made of solid gold. The mattresses, however, were luckily not.

"I told you, it takes a while for the King to decide who he'll allow to see him. After all, the last person to see him was his daughter. Whom he turned to gold."

"What the bloody 'ell are you smoking?" Bunny asked. Pitch got up before taking a deep breath.

"I suppose you haven't heard the legend of Midas. He was a greedy old man who wanted nothing more than to be the richest king in the world. He wanted gold more than anything, even his daughter Marigold. So when a fairy prince visited him, don't roll your eyes at me! This really happened, so listen.

Anyways, when the fairy prince visited him, he asked for a wish. The prince agreed before finding out what the wish was. Midas wanted to be able to turn anything he touched into gold. The prince begged Midas to change his mind, but the king was stubborn. So the prince granted the wish, and as he left, he warned Midas that this wish would not make him happy.

The king refused to believe it…..at first. When he went to eat, he found all the food he touched became gold, as did his drink. His mattress turned to gold as well. So tired, hungry, and thirsty, Midas began to regret his decision.

A few days later, he went to the garden to play with his daughter. The foolish Marigold forgot about her father's golden touch, and hugged him. She turned into gold instantly. Midas is still desperately searching for the fairy prince to undo his spell. Until he does, he has locked himself in his room, refusing to see most spirits as he doesn't want to turn them into gold," Pitch finished talking and turned to see the Pooka staring at him in disbelief.

"How...nevermind. How are we gonna get 'im to turn the berries into gold?" Bunny asked. Pitch shrugged.

"The fact that both a Guardian and the boogeyman came to see him might be enough on it's own. We'll just have to wait and see."

AN: This was longer than I intended, but never fear. Only two more chapters. Kitkat Out!