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This chapter is dedicated to Seeker of Inspiration who gave him this name,

And made the first review. And whose writing inspired me to to write again.

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Well I know I wanted more reviews, but I have other reasons...

Blessings for my beloved readers and reviewers+


––– Somewhere in Africa ("New Jack's" POV) –––

It was getting worse tracking that bothersome guy...

Wherever I looked, I found more and more nightmares, but not the one who is controlling them...

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And that girl, that Faerie, I met some tooth fairies on my life but none was like her...

She had some sort of spark in her...

And...

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"OY!" Came from somewhere, and I looked.

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I quickly had to dodge a motorcycle driving in that crazy hell of a slum that I was.

The driver gave me the finger, but that was expected, after all I was daydreaming on the street.

People looked at me like I was some kind of demon, probably because of my hair and skin color.

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I must have forgotten to avoid being noticed by all the means I knew.

I just let some bus and some papers fly me by, and there I was again, almost invisible to anyone..

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No, I wasn't safe, I felt it, something still observed me.

There was some sort of creature underground.

So easily its plans could be heard, but it wasn't him that I was looking for.

He was ready to make its move and grab my foot the next time I placed it on the ground.

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I placed my foot on the ground, and a hole opened.

But I wasn't there anymore.

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––– Somewhere in Africa (Bunny's POV) –––

Africa... Where few children believe in us, being forced to grow up too soon, by working, by watching death, by killing.

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There was no snow or ice in kilometers, even Kilimanjaro that is the only bloody mountain that has snow was kims away.

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¨What could be snowflake doing here¨ He looked like he was searching, he looked everywhere, he waved his hands around like crazy, he even sniffed the air like a damn dingo.

That doesn't appeared to be Jack at all, he behaved like someone else.

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Not all, he seemed taller, and was wearing some sort of long coat that wasn't his type, made he look like a detective or something.

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Then he looked at me, straight at me, and I saw Jack, ¨That WAS Jack. It has to be the damn frost¨

I waved but that damned frostbite seemed not to see me, he smirked though as he had just heard a joke.

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Then I saw the strangest of things:

There was a motorcycle coming, and for some reason, the driver seemed to see Jack.

He waved and yelled, he tried to brake but knew he was going to hit the Guardian of Fun.

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I don't know what got in me... in a moment I was yelling. "OOOY!"

We Spirits weren't even the kind of blokes who get hit by cars. They just passed through us.

MIM probably provided this, imagine North, getting hit by an Airplane on the night of Christmas.

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I felt like a fool for yelling, and it didn't matter even if I did.

Though it did matter to him, because it all changed when he heard me,

He saw the motorcycle coming and dodged that thing like it could hit him,

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Heck, the word "dodge" was nothing compared to what he did that time,

He moved faster and more precisely than my Rang,

He sidestepped that Bike like it was nothing, the biker even went through that coat like a bull in a bullfight.

I don't know what got into him, but that wasn't Jack.

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Then, everyone was silent,

They could all see him, they were actually furphying about him.

There were two or three Geysers who fainted, and some more Sheilas started praying.

It was a street full of people, and all of them could see him, even the adults.

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I went into the warren,

¨If I do this right I could pull him trough the hole without making more questions.¨

¨Tooth needed him there... She is suffering and he is the cause¨

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He stepped, and I looked into his eyes,

as he vanished in thin air.

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––– Somewhere in US ("New Jack's" POV) –––

The United States, here in this big and gruesomely country, the nightmares where thriving.

I was almost running out of dreams to fight those things properly...

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I was in the ceilings, that would probably avoid situations like earlier from the biker.

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I felt my stomach rumble, that hare like creature made me hungry...

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I found a clean, but active chimney and started cooking my meal:

Some rice-bread, some herbs, a piece of meat I bought down the street, some hours on that good smoke would make it very good a meal indeed.

I have a good nose so I know that chimney was burning only good wood. I consider myself also a good cook.

The heat was proper, and nothing was going to fall because of the grill I bought with the meat.

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I went patrolling again, smashing or freezing the nightmares I could find. And putting them in bottles for disposing later.

I could have deal with them now, but how could I leave without fixing this problem.

How would I know if I could come back later, and IF I could, how many years would have come and gone.

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I could smell it, even being blocks far away, my cooking is perfect.

I got to it in a blink and started eating.

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My stomach rumbled again. It was a loud growl like an earthquake that seemed to echo in the house below.

"Wait. This was someone else stomach." I said to myself and stood to attention.

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"Jack! You here my Boy!" There was some sort of Pirate going right up from the chimney.

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"Oh no no no. I'm eating now, you won't disturb me while I'm eating" Those mystical telltales were starting to get on my nerves.

I quickly touched the chimney wall and the magical dilation of his body going trough the chimney stopped,

He got stuck.

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His eyes got wide with surprise, and before he could say a word, I stuck a Sandwich in his mouth.

"I said, I'm eating, we can talk some other time. I have work to do."

I finished my meal in one hell of a large bite, gathered all my belongings and dropped from the ledge.

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As I was running to get some safe distance, I reassured myself in apologetic thoughts of what I was doing.

¨Yes, I know I left Santa Claus trapped in a Chimney,

But that holdup magic I created on the chimney won't take long to dissolve,

He will pop out of there as soon as I'm far enough...¨

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¨I can't bring them to this, they're only kids...¨

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––– Somewhere in US (North's POV) –––

Only in the Americas, this was my area of search.

I was looking for Jack, like the others.

I went from roof to roof and no sign of him, not frozen windows, not lost snowflakes, not anything.

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I may have traveled more than I do in Christmas, I shouldn't have left my Sleigh at the Pole.

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I started to look inside the houses, one by one.

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On the hundredth house on the hundredth city, I caught the scent of it.

¨Ho ho! This is good food! Even better than Christmas Meals!¨

It felt like out of this world, kind of magic like the ginger cookies from the Pole, this was no food that anyone could do. It felt like another spirit.

I was in a home with some adults and no kids, and the fireplace was burning good wood.

But somewhere up, it came this smell far better than this fireplace like it could travel between walls and closed windows.

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I had to see where it was coming from.

I felt my stomach rumble, this huge belly makes a lot of noise.

I blew out the fire, there was no one looking, and went up the chimney.

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Then I heard him, it was Jack...

"Jack! You here my Boy!" I Finally found him, Then he help us with the nightmares problem.

¨And calm Toothiana.¨

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I was thinking that, and I got stuck.

Head out the chimney, but my belly didn't made it outside and my arms got stuck with it.

That never happened before!

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I was going to ask Jack for a friendly pull, but he shoved a sandwich on my mouth.

He told me something about having work and left me there.

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Some seconds later, I got to pull an arm out, and finished the sandwich.

¨VERY GOOD SANDWICH!¨

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Then the chimney spit me out like a cork on a bottle.

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––– Somewhere In Europe ("New Jack's" POV) –––

I came upon an old pub... ¨Some good irish beer would wash this last bite¨ I was about to enter, when I felt myself grabbed by the belt and pulled up to the skyes.

I could already feel who was behind the golden strings that hold me up high.

"Seriously, when are those kids leave me to my work!"

I vanished.

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I got to another pub, this one a real and traditional Irish pub, paid some dollars worth on a bottle of local and homemade beer.

I got a good gulp to help the early bite down.

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I was about to enjoy the rest, when AGAIN, I got pulled up. And my bottle fell to a crash.

He have come and done it.

¨Damn kid.¨

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––– Somewhere In Europe ("Sandy's" POV) –––

Europe, I was sure I could get Jack by now.

I felt him once, different, though not so much.

Being the sandman, making dreams and fighting nightmares, I didn't felt things like the other guardians.

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Indeed, I felt when he appeared from nowhere, quickly than Norths Snowglobes, or Bunny's warren.

From nowhere, as clean as if he had just stepped into existence.

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Quickly I grabbed him, but I knew he could get away, I just had to touch his mind.

And I did.

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It took me a few moments to catch my breath,

he was already kilometers away, on Ireland.

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But now I could track him.

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––– Somewhere In Ireland (Normal POV) –––

He have come and done it.
"¨Damn kid.¨" The New Jack's thoughts could be "heard" by all guardians.

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The thin golden line of dreamsand, had him tightly tied up, and brought towards the larger golden cloud that Sandy controlled.

Jack stood still waiting for the sand to fill under his feet.

Sandy looked in his face waiting to see some sort of smile like they finally had gotten him after this long hide and seek game.

But what he saw was exactly the opposite, Jack's face had a frown, so large, he seemed ages older.

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He was ages older, and that wasn't Jack at all.

Instead of meeting the opal shimmering eyes of Jack Frost, the eyes on that face wore a the deepest shade of green he ever saw.

And that green grew deeper and more luminous at each passing moment, pulsing as if he was fighting its growth.

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Suddenly a snarl grew from his mouth,

and those eyes became lighthouse lights in an emerald dark tone, directed to Sandy.

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Down on the street, Bunny and North were already at the scene, looking up to the night sky glowing like there were storms approaching, like there were green lightnings running trough the clouds.

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He opened his mouth.

"You will stop hunting me."

Sandy's head appeared to try and move away, some sand going up his head like he was trying to talk but couldn't.

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His voice was nothing like Jack's, even North and Bunny could hear hundreds of meters down.

It was Calm. It was deep, serious and old.

"You will forget my mind's signature"

The dreamsand lights flickered once.

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North and Bunny were terrified. They wanted to be able to fly,

or have any one who could fly with them,

They were so desperate that they tried to pull some sand string hoping it could bring them close down.

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"AND one more thing..."

For the first time they sensed some sort of angry threat in his voice.

" I AM NOT JACK ! "

There was a blast.

The green light disappeared, and with it, the dreamsand lights.

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Once freed from the hypnotic effect of that emerald light from his eyes, Sandy fainted.

Bunny saw him first, falling ever so slowly like a feather fall,

Leaving a trail of golden dust behind, like a shooting star.

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North got to him first though, grabbing the small Sanderson in his arms.

The little Sandman had no expression, no smile neither frown.

He had no symbols on his head, as if he was not sleeping,

Just Listening.

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––– Punjam Hy Loo ("Not Jack's" POV) –––

¨If only they knew it was only for their protection.¨

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I sat on the Faerie Queen's bed

¨But they done it, they made my presence known¨

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I gently brought up her head, and my other hand passed her forehead.

"Awake Faerie, apparently my face has made disturbances in your mind."

"Let me fix it."

¨Now they are all in danger.¨

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––– End of Chapter –––


+So... Reviews? Corrections? You guys know, I love corrections.

I can't feel at ease, knowing that somewhere in there, I missed or misused a word...

Even though I want to write more, I will once more wait for Reviews, maybe 25? 20? 15?

Next chapter is worth it, What will happen when the other guardians find the "Not Jack" so close to Tooth?

Probably a fighting scene... Would you like that? Do you want him to say his name? Tooth, should they be close or not?

So... Read and enjoy and the like.

Dict:

Kims Australian Slang for Long time (thanks for Lone-grey-koas-wolf)

Rang Australian Sl. Boomerang (thanks for Lone-grey-koas-wolf)

Furphy Australian Slang for gossip or rumor.

Geyser- Australian Slang for Old people, from geriatrics (thanks for Lone-grey-koas-wolf)

Sheilas - Australian Slang for Ladies (grown up women)

The Like(s) - I don't remember when I heard this expression, but it means "everything else similar "

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Oh yes I forgot to tell, I only forwarded the story so I could become a Beta Reader, I needed at least 6000 Words published, so I thought why not, let this chapter come earlier.