Story quickly flew around searching for the Winter Spirit and, an hour later, found the Frost Spirit.
The Pixie King flew over to the boy, who was frowning and from appearance, had been morning inside.
"Jack Frost," Story said, hovering by the Frost Spirit. "What ails you?"
Jack smirked sadly as he looked at his friend. The tiny Pixie was the only one that seemed to actually listen to him and not throw it back on him.
Jack sighed, as he ran his fingers through his hair.
"I couldn't stop the arrow," Jack told the Pixie King. "I tried-"
"Don't linger on what you couldn't stop," Story told him, interrupting the boy. "Instead focus on the present, on what you can do. You are the Spirit of whom the Man in the Moon had recently chosen. No one but you can do something that the other Guardians cannot. And whatever it is, it's up to you to find out what it is."
"But Sandy-"
"Would have been pretty pleased with you," Story said cheerfully. "Besides, what have I told you before?"
Jack blinked as the lesson came back to the Frost Spirit and the boy smiled.
"You're right," Jack said, standing up and grabbing his staff. "I think that I should go back to the North Pole. The others could be there and I still can help out."
Story grinned as the boy leapt into the air and waved before flying off. Story watched as the boy quickly vanished into the clouds and the Pixie King was hoping that Jack Frost found his way.
"Oh, Story, " The smooth voice said. Story quickly spun around to face the Boogeyman. "That was just touching, getting the boy's hopes up."
"You stay away from him," Story threatened. "Or I'll make your pathetic life so miserable-"
"I doubt that," The Pixie King heard as he saw a bunch of Fearlings emerge from the shadows.
Story felt a cold feeling wash through him as his fear was coming true. Pitch had found him at his weakest and was now finishing the job.
The Pixie King quickly turned to flee, but wasn't quick enough and felt the new fearlings land on him. Story's last thought was that Jack would succeed where the Guardians couldn't do.
The Boogeyman smiled as he looked at his slave. Once more he had the Pixie King under him, and this time, mind and body belonged to him. Soon the pixies would follow and then Pitch knew that he'd be unbeatable.
The Boogeyman chuckled slightly as he faded into the night, leaving behind the captured Pixie King.
Sorry for the long wait, but I'm going to finish with this. So here's a chapter to get me pushed into motion for you guys. I had to think about this hard, but the entire end is set in stone. So I hope that you enjoy the chapter.