Answers to Keep You Safe

Hold on a little longer guys, I really hope you are rereading this!

Little prince a mind full of wonder,

and a power kept from sight of evil that blunders,

but when he gets the answers he was seeking,

will it mean much more to him than worth meaning?

by: ME

107 years old. Yeah, and Jack was only seven in physical view. Side note, immortals are ageless, but like seasonal spirits they grow, but stop at a certain time. Either ways, Jack was still a little boy and had the mind of a child. But though he was a natural Winter Sprite, he had a rough time controlling his powers. Sometimes, they scared him when frost shot out from his hands and goes everywhere, or when the winds blow an inside blizzard, it has happened many times before.

It was necessary that he absolutely did not cry, otherwise the elves would freeze by the cold temperatures. But unfortunately, sometimes Jack could not help it. He hated himself for being weak and emotional. A bug crybaby he was. He wanted to be like his daddy; his daddy could control himself better and his daddy could build beautiful sculptures, palaces of ice, and awesome snow mans with just a flick of his wrist. Jack could not do anything that great.

At some points, he would cry because he missed him parents, his old bed, his daddy chasing him around and his mother's complaints, and the funny arguments his father and mother would get into. He missed home. Here, it was great, but there was a problem.

He was never allowed to go outside.

For example:

One day, Jack was running around, holding Hoppy like a spaceship, when he noticed that one of the yetis left the main door of the workshop open.

Easily, his eyes were drawn by sight of hills of pure white, the gentle touch breeze hitting his cheeks, and the orchestral sounds of howling winds. He just had to take a close look. And maybe, graze his fingers through the outside snow once more. Quickly, Jack ran to the door and looked cautiously down at the snow. It was surely higher than his knees. It has been a while since Jack had been able to feel the embrace of the snow hugging his legs. Another push of the breeze hit him in the face and he lifted his chin upwards a bit, closing his eyes to savor the feeling.

The looking back at the snow, slowly he tapped the layer of crushed ice with his toe. He felt immediately relaxed and sunk the rest of his small foot sunk into the hill of white. The Winter Sprite giggled at the tingly, icy touch. He remembers this feeling! He then placed the other foot in the snow until the shredded ice until it rose to his waist.

Bright sapphire eyes lit up in joy and the Winter Prince threw his whole body in the hill. His tiny weight only allowed him to be half engulfed into the snow, but it was enough for him to squeal with delight. He splayed out his arms and legs apart and started moving them both up and down, and close then apart just like his daddy taught him. Two short, blissful minutes passed of dwelling inside the feeling of freedom, when suddenly...

"Mal'chik! Vhat are you doing?!"

Jack was abruptly snatched up by a familiar large pair of hands and before he could comprehend what was happening, there was a loud slam of the heavy doors and then the warmth of the workshop embraced him. When Jack looked up after being placed onto the ground there was a horrified, angry North, looking down upon him. "Nephew, you cannot just go out like zat!" he scolded in his booming voice.

Jack flinched, for Uncle North had never used that tone towards him before. Already tears began to gather in his eyes and Jack could feel the spirals of frost creating beneath his feet. "But I never get to go outside, Uncle North!" he cried.

North only showed him a sympathetic frown.

"Why can't I? I know that you tell me all the time that it's not safe, but why is it not safe? What's so bad out there that I need to stay in this stupid place!?"

North remained silent at his nephew's question and sucked in a breath before crouching down and placing a large hand on the boy's frail shoulder, looking into watery baby blues. "Listen, vhen you get older I vill tell you, until zen I don't to hear another word about outside, do you understand me, Jack?" he said sternly. The tears sprang from his eyes as a sob wretched itself from his lips. Jack closed his eyes with his tiny fists and screamed, "I hate you!"

Instantly after saying that, a large thin shelter of ice expanded around him for half a second, before it ignited a bright blue color and shattered outwards into a direct flying rain of shards. North had to protect his eyes from getting pierced with his beefy arm, but the rest of the room was consumed by ice.

Once he was sure the worse was over, he looked down at Jack in shock. They immortal tyke was just as mortified as his Uncle, for heavy tears silently slipped down his face in rapid streams. He did this. He almost hurt his uncle. "Jack..." When North tried to move close to the Winter Sprite, Jack took several spaces back, looking up at the Guardian with terror. "Jack it's not-"

Jack did not let the man finish. He turned heel and darted away with Hoppy dangling in his tiny fist. A strong trail of ice printed his tracks. He ignored North's cries for him to come back, but Jack did not bother listening.

At 210 years old, Jack's physical body held for a ten year old.

Today was his birthday and today he was having an indoor party... For over the hundredth time. Being so, he decided to stay at the far side of the room and watch the flurries of snow out the window, placing on a real good show or him; his eyes held a distant gaze, wondering what the snow outside felt like now since it had been what? A century since the last time he had got to touch it... Suddenly in the mist of his thoughts, someone sat beside him. "Everything alright Mal'chik?" North questioned softly. Jack didn't look at him. No, everything is far from fine, is what he really wanted to say. "Y...Yes," he said in a meek tone, "but I'm really not in the mood for parties."

"But it eez your birthday. You live another year and zat's all you really need!" Despite North's optimism, Jack was not really having it. Yet, just so his uncle wouldn't prod, Jack offered a small smile. "That is true, but..." The words spurred from his mind without his permission and for that, he hated it. "Why is it so needy to live another year or day, when there is nothing to live for?" he asked and winced immediately after. He glanced up just in time to see the Guardian's lips agape.

"Do you want your mother to strangle everyone, Son?" a familiar voice interrupted their conversation.

The Winter Prince perked up and he swished his head to where the voice came from, beaming brightly at the sight of his parents before jumping to his feet. "Mother! Father!" he cried gleefully, jumping in their awaiting arms. Their laughter sounded out through the quiet party. This was clearly a sign of respect for the royal family's reunion. "Oh my son! Nice to see you are unharmed," Jasper exclaimed, pressing multiple kisses to Jack's hair. "My precious little prince!" Mariah cooed after words as she hugged the living life out of the boy. She even hogged him from Jasper's arms and grabbed him by the face and nuzzled his cheek with her nose, planting small kisses here and there. Jack knew better than to pull away but smiled anyway. "Mother, you're embarrassing me," he whined.

Mariah hesitated with a loud pout, but obliged in placing her child down, wiping a tear from her eye.

"I apologize, honey... I just miss you my blizzard. Oh, I just wantyou home."

Jack's eyes brightened a bit at that.

Home= outside!

"Then how about I go home with you then?" he suggested eagerly hopeful. Jasper and Mariah both gave mirroring sad smiles. "I'm sorry, My Boy, but right now is not the proper time," Jasper explained softly. Jack bowed his head in sadness. Yet again, his freedom was placed on hold. "Why?" he whispered, "why can't I? Please... Tell me. I do deserve to know at least..." Jack looked at them with pleading baby blues. He needed, just needed to know.

Mariah's eyes lowered and she gazed at her husband.

"I think it is time that he must know, my love," she whispered in a meek tone. Jasper nodded solemnly. Right after taking a deep breath, his eyes wandered to meet his son's. Jack saw something in his father's eyes he was not familiar with; it shared the look of being serious and then hesitant. But firm, and with a flick his wrist, Jasper sent a misty swirl of frost in the air, and Jack watched as it mingled mystically with the moon's light. Amazing.

The Winter prince looked around him at his other family. The Guardians and yetis who had decided to take a days off for Jack's birthday, all were silent and had a dark look shadowing their faces. It confused Jack greatly, but he went back to watching the blue frost swirling in the air.

"Listen very carefully, My Son," Jasper murmured.

The blue mist slowly formed to an image of what could obviously be Jasper and Mariah. They both were embracing each other, dancing and laughing. Above them was a thought cloud that contained smaller images of a baby carriage, a baby rattle, and a baby. Jack couldn't help but giggle.

"Before you were conceived, your mother and I had the dream like any other married couple would have... To start a family of our own," Jasper began in a lighter tone.

Then the image then changed to Mariah crying uncontrollably and Jasper with his broad arms wrapped around her. This time, they were not laughing or dancing. They were grieving. "But soon it came to us that like every other immortal... your mother did not have the capability to conceive a child." Jack's face saddened a bit at this, but he kept silent. How was he here then?

The image changed to a woman... A beautiful woman with long hair, draping robes and vines coiled around her, holding a hand to image-Mariah's stomach.

"But then Mother Nature came to us and along with the power MIM had given her, she gave your mother a child to hold in her womb for exactly nine months. Therefore, soon you were in our lives. But before this, Mother Nature had warned us of a few conditions... you had to be guarded no matter what. She told us that soon there will be an evil creature in the shadows, creeping to strike..."

There was then an image of Jack, twirling joyfully with Jasper and Mariah, silently giggling and laughing with glee. "And if we were not careful..." Suddenly, during the joyous time, black foggy creatures and large claw hands gripped Jasper's and Mariah's figures and drowned them in darkness. Jack's eyes widened in terror at what he was witnessing. Okay he didn't want to know anymore. this was too much!

His lone figure, who shivered in fear, was surrounded by beasts of black and a tall man with spiked hair.

Wait, Jack thought, I remember him! The dark man in my dreams!

The identified Dark Man raised his hands in the air and brought the beasts down on Jack's shaking figure... A echoed shriek filled the room before the frost abruptly bursted in a rain of flakes..

Jack, startled and frightened, ran against the first body he could find to cling onto which was Bunny. This relieved the boy somewhat, for the Pooka was a strong, fierce Guardian that had always made him feel safe.

Bunny looked down at the Winter Prince with a sympathetic gaze, running a paw through the shaking boy's hair. Poor lil wanka, he thought solemnly, but he wanted to know so badly. Bunny understood what it is like to feel hunted and knew well thay it wasn't a fun thing to feel...

Mariah held back a sob and walked to Jack, seeing the strong layer of frost curl under his feet. She could easily see Bunny barely holding back a hiss at the feeling frost crawling onto him as well. Her poor baby. All frightened and yet again, another part of innocence taken away from him.

"Jasper," North called. Jasper looked at the lead Guardian. There was a distant stressed and sad look on the Winter King's face that North wouldn't point out. He could feel the weight on the man's shoulders from where he stood.

"Can I speak vith you?"

The Winter King nodded and followed North to the far side of the room.

Meanwhile, Mariah reached around Bunny's arms and lifted Jack's head to her's, revealing wide terrified baby blues, filled with tears. "Momma," Jack whimpered. Mariah gave him a sad look before quickly pulling him from Bunny's arms and holding his head to her chest; both letting go of their tears. Jack clutched onto his mother's silk frost robes, adding more frost to the fabric by the fear swelling inside him. Mariah tangled her soft hands in her son's snowy white hair, just wanting him to feel safe.

"Are you sure he vas ready to hear zat?" North questioned disapprovingly, "And on his birthday Jasper?". Jasper sighed heavily.

"He should know... He must be ready."

"For vhat? You know we von't let Pitch get him. It von't be possible."

Jasper gazed at North with firm blues. "We must prepare for the impossible."

North nodded in understanding then looked at Jack, who still clinging onto Mariah like a lifeline, breaking down in sobs while the other Guardians and Yetis tried their best to comfort him. "And Jack... How vill he prepare for ze impossible?" North dared asked.

Jasper looked at his son, seeing the boy as something more. Something priceless and genuine. Something that was his to hold and protect. "Jack... My son is very strong and is built more than a child... His mind, his soul, his complete being... Is more than any other I have ever witnessed. His power are great at heart... Probably greater than mine. He will need much preparing... And no matter how far I am, I will guide him through the steps of mastering his abilities and gifts." North beamed and placed a hand on the father's shoulder. His blue eyes twinkled with determination. Reassurance.

"Count me in zen."

Edited! Now onwards!