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Late November 1967...

Two boys were laying on a rooftop of a house. Both boys were looking up at the Moon, as there was not a cloud in the sky.

One boy was laying out in the freezing cold, wearing nothing but a white shirt that looked like it came out of the colonial days, over a pair of leather breeches. The other boy was bundled up in blankets under a sleeping bag. This boy also was wearing a dark blue hoodie, which kept the cold off of his head.

"Story," Jack Frost said, propping his head up on his hand. "How'd you become the only one who is a Spirit, but also Human?"

Story glanced at Jack, with his green eyes. He saw Jack waiting for an answer, with bright eyes. Story smiled as he looked back up to the Moon.

"Well," Story said, starting at the beginning. "Let me start with this," Story said grinning.

"Long ago, there was this Pixie King-"

"Wait," Jack interrupted, sitting up. "Isn't that a Fairy?"

"No," Story told Jack, with a grin. "A fairy loves to be like a human, even to the point of dressing like them. Fairies spread joy and love."

"A Pixie loves Nature," Jack heard. "Pixies wear leaves as covering, cause mischief and are generally smaller than Fairies."

"Oh," Jack said.

"So the Pixie King ruled over the forests," Story said. "As ruler, this King had gotten so much power, that it caused him to grow to a size nearing- about nine feet tall. So he couldn't cause trouble and mischief like the other Pixies. Instead he learned how to use his mischief in other ways. He shielded his main forest from everyone."

Story paused for a moment to look at Jack. He grinned as he saw the boy listening to him and knew that it would have been a great tale, for the children, but it wasn't going to be.

Story sat up, deciding to use his magic to help Jack see the story. He pulled off the hood to reveal his light brown hair. It was almost shoulder length and held back by a rubber band. So Jack was used to the short, stubby ponytail.

"But it wasn't enough," Story said. "One day, the Pixie King felt something enter into his forest. He quickly found out who it was and he went to meet with this intruder. To pick the unwelcomed guest and throw him out, on his face."

Jack watched as the mist formed pictures of a creature with long legs and arms. He knew that it was the Pixie King, and noticed that it had wings very much like a Dragonfly. Jack quickly compared the Pixie with what he had seen the Fairies look like, and realized a major difference between the two. The Pixie King looked less human than the Fairies, his appearance resembling more like a bug.

"When the King finally met the intruder," Story continued. "He discovered that it was none other than the Boogeyman!"

"What?"

"Yup," Story said, showing Jack exactly what the dark creature looked like. It was Story's intention to teach Jack all about Pitch. And the fact that he was to be never trusted.

"So then," Story told Jack. "The Boogeyman offered to give the Pixie King more power, if he'd work for the Boogeyman."

"And the King considered the offer," Jack heard Story say, showing the Pixie standing in front of Pitch.

"Then," Story said, changing the picture. "The Man on the Moon offered a better deal. One that the Pixie King knew was better."

Jack looked and noticed that the king was different. It appeared as if it had dipped its arms into paint, as its arms- up to the elbows, were dark.

"The Pixie King," Story continued. "Didn't even give it a thought, before it took the Moon's offer. He agreed to work for him, but knew full well the consequences."

Story stared at Jack, making the misty picture vanish. He saw Jack look at him, clearly confused. Story grinned.

"I became the link to the world," Story told Jack. "I became a Human to help the Guardians out. And you."

"So what about the Boogeyman?" Jack asked.

"You don't have to worry about Pitch," Story told him, laying back down. "I helped the Guardians take him down during the Dark Ages."

"What did he do?"

"Pitch is known as the Nightmare King," Story said. "He caused alot of trouble."

"I heard from Rumple," Jack said, glancing at his friend. "That the Boogey-Pitch, could just be misunderstood.

"Some say that Pitch could be misunderstood," Story said. "And others say that he's evil."

"What do you think about him?"

Story frowned as he stared up at the Moon.

"Can we talk about something else?" Story asked him.

"Sure," Jack said, sounding disappointed. "Tell me about Pixies."

Story smiled. He looked at Jack and chuckled mischievously.

"You know why I am your friend?" Story asked. "Its 'cause you are like a Pixie in your heart. You love to play. That is what makes a Pixie."

"You know when you are missing a sock," Story said. "Know that a Pixie had been the culprit."

Jack listened for a moment, for Story to continue, and noticed that his friend seemed to be zoned out. He leaned closer to his friend, "Story?"

The boy blinked and looked at Jack. He sat up and formed a box out from his mist. Then he touched the box, making it real. He looked up at Jack after he finished.

Jack saw a brown box that Story had in his lap. He looked up at his friend curiously and saw Story smile.

"Something came to me," Story said. "I saw something. But I want to be sure."

Jack waited anxiously, but patiently for his friend.

"Ok" Story said. "Let's say that what I have in this box is something that you really value. But to get what's inside, you have to give up something equally valuable. And let's just say that what's inside is that one thing that you really want."

"Are you going to take my box?" Story asked.

Jack looked at the box, and Story waited. After a full minute, Jack looked at his friend, "No."

"But you considered it," Story pointed out. "You had to think about it."

"I think that I saw the future," Jack heard the boy tell him. "I saw a Horse fighting a Snowflake. I believe that the Snowflake is you. In my vision, I saw you get the same offer that I just gave you."

"And?"

"I dunno," Story said, shrugging. "My peek into the future cut off there."

Story then looked down at the box and then smiled.

Jack saw Story point to the item, "This is for you. With no strings."

Jack grinned and took the box. When he pulled the top off, he looked inside and saw that it was a clothing item. The Winter Spirit reached in and pulled out a light blue hoodie. He looked at Story, curiously.

"Your shirt is crap," Story told him, smirking. "There's a new hoodie. Wear it"

Jack threw a snowball at his friend, hitting him in the face.

Present Day...

Jack Frost peered in through a window. It was Jamie's window, as the Winter Spirit had taken a interest in the boy. Jack couldn't put his finger on it, but there was just more drawing him to two houses in Burgess. That was Jamie's house and Nathan's foster home.

Jack Frost knew most of what the other kids had known. Nathan was a trouble maker and a prankster. The boy reminded Jack of Story, in every way, but the Spirit kept his distance from the boy. Jack had decided that if it was Story, and it was becoming more clear with each passing day, then the boy would eventually call Jack. And the Winter Spirit knew that he'd go back, if only to find some comfort in someone who would talk to him.

Jack found that he seemed to like Jamie more. The boy still held onto belief, when most kids tendied to stop believing. There was just something about the boy, which made him different.

Jack quietly watched as Jamie told his sister and his Mother of the wild sled ride. It was a moment in which the Spirit forgot that he was on the outside of the room. Until he saw the frost forming over the window pane.

Jack Frost frowned and left the spot. He quickly realized that he landed on the roof of Nathan's foster home. The Winter Spirit looked up at the Moon and sighed in desperation.

"Why can't anyone see me?" Jack asked. "Is there something that I'm doing wrong?"

Jack waited for an answer from the Moon, which never came.

"You put me here," Jack said, a little accusingly. "And the best you can do, is just give me a name?!"

"Yo!"Jack heard. "You don't need to yell at the Moon."

Jack turned around to see Nathan. The boy was smirking as he finished getting on the roof. Jack watched as the boy walked up to him.

"Story?"Jack questioned.

"Of course," The boy answered smiling. "Hey, did you see the colored lights earlier?"

Yeah," Jack said uneasily.

"Good," Story said, as he sat down next to Jack. "I'm not the only one then."

The Winter Spirit noticed the Dreamsand drifting towards the windows of every sleeping girl and boy. Jack smiled and reached out to touch one, as Story watched, and dolphins leaped from the sand.

Story grinned as he motioned to Nyfe. The dark pixie buzzed out from the hood of Story's hoodie and waited anxiously.

"Stay with Jack," The boy told his pixie, just enough for only Nyfe to hear. "The shadows are getting darker and I have a feeling that Tsar Lunar had this planned out. You stay with Frosty and if anything happens, I want for you to call me."

Nyfe nodded once and quickly shot towards Jack and took refuge in his hood.

The boy looked at Story curiously and he saw his friend nod. Jack smiled at the Pixie, who settled down on the back of his neck, and understood that they were trying to help him somewhat.

"Now Jack," Story said, standing up. "Quit yelling at the Moon. And never stay angry either. You're a Spirit, and anger can cause harm."

Jack Frost cringed slightly, as he heard Nyfe whisper something.

"I won't," Jack promised. He grinned as he saw his friend create a strange sort of portal and vanished into it.

Jack Frost went back watching the Dreamsand.

I do hope that you like this. Nivers (his handle,) had once challenged me to write a 2,000 word chapter. Still can't. So this is the closest to that, a 1,800 chapter.

Hope that this was worthy of your entertainment, RavenClaw!