Outside? Yes!

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Little Prince 316 years later,

finally gets the chance to discover,

what had been awaiting for him outside,

but the world is filled with dark lies...

By: ME

"Beeeeeeeeeeeeeee~"

Baby blues snapped open with a startled gasp from a small peek under the frosted covers. A deep groan rumbled and a hand reached out from the covers and going under the bed; fingers roaming till they brushed against a pointed hat and clutched onto it, yanking up to the surface. It was an elf "Dingle" who was creating the noise. The elf was pulled up to meet agrivated, narrowed blue eyes.

It was Jack.

And this prince was not so little anymore. He looked more of a young man than a child, for he now aged to 316 years old. Well... Today he was that age. "What have I told you, Dingle? I don't care what North assigned you, I don't need an alarm!" Jack said angrily, shaking the elf feircely and causing the bell on the pointed hat's tip to create jingle noises. Once he finished, Dingle gave a dizzy nod in understanding.

Jack took a calm breath and stood with a stretch.

"M'sorry, Dingle. *YaAwn*... What day is it?"

Dingle's face brightened with a smile and he freed himself from Jack's hand before going under the bed and pulling out a party hat. Jack smiled softly and picked up the item. "Already?"

Jack gazed up at the clock seeing it was 9:00am. "Well," he said, flicking his wrist to creat a swirl of frost. He smirked with an idea. "How about we try one more time?" he asked. Dingle's eyes widened and he immediately ran back under the bed. Jack frowned in disapproval. "Oh no you don't," he said, reaching under and grabbing Dingle once again by the hat. He then walked out his room and tip toed down the quiet hallways, past the rooms where the elves and yetis slept comfortly. Jack peeked through one door where a group- no a pile of yetis were stacked on each other, snoring rumbles. The teen poked his head back out with awkward eyes.

Well, where some slept comfortly.

Sneaking some more, Jack had made it to the room where none other than North slept on his massive bed, snoring like a yeti; his large hand weakly held a bottle of vodka.

I think I may want a camera this time, Jack thought smuggly to himself. He set Dingle down on the floor and crouched down. "You know what to do," he whispered. Dingle nodded shakily and quickly but soothly walked over to North's bed. A sweat drop ran down the elf's face as he stared up at the large grubby hand that hung above his hat's tip. You've done this times before, Dingle! Be a manelf!, Dingle told himself. Very quietly, he slipped under the bed and searched till his eyes detwcted a long stick. Grabbing it with tiny hands, je began dragging the stick quietly. He felt victory rage inside as hfe crawled out from under the bed. Jack also felt victory... That is...

Until Dingle slipped with the staff ready to hit the hard floor; the elf wavering desperetly to regain balance. "No!" Jack whispered/cried, before he could stop himself.

Big mistake.

His fear, his panic caused the wind to launch the stick into the air (I'm doing this with Jack's staff btw if you figured the tweek), and Dingle along. "Uh oh," Jack said. The staff began to jerk, twirl, and fly full speed around the room. "EEEEEEEEEHHH!" Dingle shrieked as in 'Dear Lord, help me!' Jack stood and quickly tried controlling the staff to lower his friend and itself down, but it was too hard with Dingle screaming. "Dingle!- shshsh, stop screaming! You're gonna wake up North!" the winter prince hissed in a quiet tone. His eyes glanced at North who started squirming in his bed.

Closing his eyes, Jack focused on the wind. "Come on, come on, Jack. Control it... Control it." Jack reopened his eyes...

To see the staff driving straight towards hi, Dingle screaming in alert. Baby blue orbs widened and before Jack knew it, he automatically grabbed the crook and was dragged up on the ride. "Ah! Uncle!" he was able to cry out before both him and him were launched out the room. North, hearing his nephew, shot up. "Mal'chik?"

Thousands of thoughts ran through the Guardian's head. Had Pitch found Jack?! Did Jack think he could win a fight with the elves?!... Woodchipper?! Quickly, North got to his feet and in his rudoulph PJs, he ran out the room with his sabers in hand.

"Don't vorry, Jack! UNCLE'S COMING!" he roared.

He ran into the workshop to see nothing in forward sight, making his heart pace quicken. "Jack?..."

SHWOOOM!

North ducked in time to dodge his flying nephew and Dingle, both holding for dear life on the staff. The man nearly threw a heart attack. "Jack vhat are you doing vith your staff?!" he yelled. Jack's staff jerked them in a fast loop.

'I-I. am. just. test. dri. ving. it!" Jack replied through the loops that made Dingle go green. "Phil!" North yelled. All the yetis quickly came out their rooms to see what was all the commotion about. "Everyone! Male sure Jack falls safely!" North ordered. Every yeti obeyed and in a matter of seconds they were scrambling in circles like ants, budging into one another as they kept their eyes trained on the out of control soaring Jack. Dingle soon fell off and landed on an unlucky yetis face, his hands clutching onto the furry worker's eyelids.

"Gwarbelagara!" the yeti cried, pushing into the others full gorce, trying to shake Dingle off. Chaos rang about the room. Phil and North tried to get it situated. Jack, meanwhile, blocked out the speeding winds from his eyes by squinting... Then he remembered what his father once said about the wind the first day he had gotten his staff.

"The wind is your friend, my son. Welcome it, bound with it, think freely with it, and fly with it..."

It all came to him. His blue eyes narrowed with determination and his hand clutched onto the stick tighter. He did what his father's words had specificly instructed; he welcomed it, he bounded with it, and he thought freely.

Soar.

Almost within an instant, Jack's body went straight and the harsh wind died down a bit so that he was flying soothingly above everyone. North's eyes and Phil's eyes and all the yeti's and Dingle's eyes all widened seeing this. Jack released a victory laughter along with a twirl in the air. "Yes! I did it!" he couldn't help but laugh. Dingle squealed and kissed the yeti on the cheek... Only to be thrown roughly.

Jack laughed and soared gently down to North who quickly pulled his frail form in a bone crushing hug. "Oh! Don't ever do zat again, vhat vould your mother and father say? Vhat vould your mother say?!" North scolded. "Okay!... U-Uncle... Can't... Breathe!" Jack choked out. North placed Jack down.

"And happy birthday, nephew."

Jack smiled brightly. "Thanks. So~... What did I get? Another coin? Egg? Superman underwear? Another dog?"

North laughed, but then stopped. "Vait? Dog?"

"Long story."

"Oh... Ve vill talk bout zat later, but zis eez something a tad bit bigger."

Jack's eyes sparkled a bit. "Really? How big?" he asked. North chuckled. "You have grown much, my boy. And as the saying goes 'One day a mother must let her bird walk avay," North exclaimed. Jack raised an eyebrow. "Wait, isn't it supposed to say fl-"

"Let me finish, Mal'chik."

North sniffled and placed both hands on Jack's shoulders. "And Jack... I am going to do something I hope you are ready for." Jack raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah?"

"Y... You can... Go outside."

The yetis gasped and Jack's breatgh hitched. "What?" he whispered. North gave him a assuring smile. "You may go outside." The earth seemed to stand still as Jack as he took a few calm breaths. "All this time, all this time of waiting, I finally get what I willed for so long. So you mean I can go outside? To play?! To have fun?!" he asked. North nodded. Jack's cheeks must have been hurting by the way he strtched his lips in a wide smile. The winter prince hugged North tightly. "Oh thankyouthankyouthankyou!" he squealed. He then hovered in the air a ziped to the doors, swinging them open. His body was welcomed by a cold gush of refreshing wind and he sucked in a breath but before leaving, he gazed back at everone. "Thanks Uncle," he said. North wave. "Have fun, Jack." Jack smirked forming a snowball in his hand. "Oh believe me I will."

He then zipped away with the loudest, joyous scream he has ever made. North sighed. "Be safe..."

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