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Jamie shivered as he pulled his coat on. His breath heavily clouded in front of him with every breath he took. He folded his arms, trying to conserve his body heat as he looked for the shrunken Easter Bunny.

"Mate!" Came a muffled cry. "I'm over here!" Jamie followed the shouts and quickly saw a small pile of snow wriggling. The young boy ran forward and pulled Bunny out, before gasping at the cold and once again tried to find ways to stay warm. Aster noticed this and frowned, concerned. "Jamie. Will ya be alright?" The Bennett child ignored the question and asked a few of his own.

"Why Antarctica? What happened to Santa? What happened to you?"

"It's a long story, one I don't have time to tell," was his frustrating answer.

"Well, since you dragged me all the way out here and I'm practically freezing to death, could you at least tell me who or what we're running from?" Asked Jamie, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

"Jack Frost." Said Bunny after a moment pause. He sniffed the air and motioned Jamie to follow him as he began to navigate his way through the cold and barren wasteland.

Jamie stumbled after him. "How come I couldn't see or hear him?" Questioned Jamie. "Is that a superpower of his?"

Aster couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped him. "Nah, it ain't a power. Ya see, ya don't believe in him, meaning ya don't truly believe he exists. If ya don't believe, ya can't interact with him at all. He'd goes through ya, ya wouldn't hear him even if he was screaming in yar ears and ya can't see him."

"Why is he attacking me?" Jamie couldn't help the shiver of fear that escaped him when he thought about being attacked by a magical being.

Aster sighed and just kept going. Jamie followed silently, desperately wanting the answers to all the questions bouncing through his head. "Yar the Last Light." Jamie looked up, surprised.

"The Last what?"

"Last Light. It's how Santa, the Tooth Fairy, the Sandman and maself describe children. We have something called a Globe of Belief which has millions of lights on it representing kids around the world. And yar the last one. Our last believer. Jack Frost was a good guy before, he was helping us collect the teeth when ya saw us the other day. Frost was helping us in the battle against Pitch Black, the Boogeyman, and had been offered the title of Guardian. But somethings happened and now Jack is out to complete Pitch's original aim. Get rid of any belief we Guardians have and take them for himself. He somehow managed to acquire the power ta take the powers of other spirits."

There was yet another break for silence. For some reason, Jamie was getting the feeling that Bunny was upset about something to do with the story. "Ar...are you alright?" The human boy asked.

"Ha!" Said Bunny, but it wasn't in happiness. "I guess most o' this is ma own fault."

"How?" Jamie couldn't help but inquire.

"I was the only Guardian who saw him before he was considered for Guardianship, I argued with him bringing up the fact that he isn't seen and I'm the one who ousted him." Even though Jamie was confused, he didn't ask any further, feeling he had ventured too far into the topic.

As they trudged through the snow they came across a giant spiky ice..sculpture was the only way Bunny could describe it. It was several feet high, towering above them. One side was smooth, like it had been sent from that direction. The other side was spiky, like it had been stopped before the blast had hit its target. The spikes were black. The black was moving slightly and Bunny quickly realised it was black sand. Pitch's Nightmare Sand.

"What do you think, Bunnymund? A beautiful piece of artwork is it not?" Bunny turned around and saw Jack leaning against the smoother side of the ice sculpture, his red eyes boring into his green. "This was created just before my agreement with Pitch. Shows my frustrations from over 300 years."

"What agreement are ya talking about?"

Jack threw his head back and cackled. "I'm not about to tell you! I'm not the naïve little Winter Spirit you originally recruited! I'm much more powerful and much more smarter!"

"Bunny, is he here?" Asked Jamie when he saw Bunny talking to what looked like thin air.

"Ah! The Last Light." Jack hissed, his eyes turning into slits as fury began to build up inside him. He ran forward and swung his staff releasing a huge blast of ice. Jamie saw it just in time and ducked. Jack didn't let that phase him. He smashed the bottom of his staff on the ground, turning it to ice and making Jamie slip. The boy quickly got up and ran off the ice as sharp Autumn leaves flew towards him. As he avoided them, Jack flew in front of him and sent his Winter Nightmares at the last believer. Jamie screamed as he rolled aside, causing the Nightmares to crash into the ice sculpture.

Bunny ran after Jamie, trying to help the boy but being so small didn't help his situation in the slightest.

"Jamie!" He shouted. "Ya gotta believe in him! Ya can't keep blindly dodging his attacks! Ya gotta believe!"

Jamie panted as he looked in the direction that Bunny seemed to be kicking something. There must of been someone there because the tiny Spring Spirit was soon being held in the air by the scruff of his neck.

"Jack Frost must be real!" Said Jamie, closing his eyes and believing. He opened them and saw Bunny was still in the air, and was angrily replying to what must of been a taunt. He blinked and suddenly, a faint outline of a person appeared. Jamie Bennett focused hard on the figure and it became clearer and clearer. It was a boy who looked to be about 17. His hair was white but had 5 black parts. His hoodie was black as night with frost decorating the shoulders, arms and the top part of the pocket. He held Bunny up in one hand and held what looked like a ice shepherds crook in the other. What stood out the most, however, were his blood red eyes. They shone with many emotions. Hidden amongst the obvious hatred was sadness and pain. "You're Jack Frost." Jamie whispered, pointing at Jack. Said Winter Spirit's eyes widened tenfold. He dropped Bunny and looked directly at Jamie who looked directly back.

"You can hear me?" He asked, his voice sounding normal. Jamie nodded meekly. Jack's red eyes began to fade into blue. "You can...you can see me?" He questioned. Jamie nodded again.

"Jack." Said Bunny, daring to hop forward and finish this quietly. "We can fix this. I know-"

"You know NOTHING!" Screamed Jack, his eyes returning to red and his voice returning to the scary version where you could hear all of his victims' voices chorusing with him. He flung his staff to shoot out ice. Bunny dodged to the left but quickly jumped right as another blast came to him. The blasts came in quick succession as Jack furiously continued to swipe his staff across the air. "300 hundred years, Bunnymund! 300! How old do I look to you?!" He yelled, attacking him with more malice. "17 years old! You classify as a child until you are 18! I'm 17 and never did any of you so called Guardians of Childhood come to see me of your own free will! Whenever you did come to see me, it was to shout at me! Every single thing you came and shouted at me for was not my fault!" He shouted, the hurt leaking into his voice. "If you can't even tell who is a child and who is not, you shouldn't be Guardians of Childhood! You left a child for 300 years and now it's high time you pay!" He screeched, mixing the powers of the Seasonals with the power of Fear. Bunny hopped from spike to spike, on the ice sculpture, an idea forming in his head.

"Jamie! Find Pitch! He'll know what to do!" Jamie nodded and fled as Bunny hopped onto Jack's head to prevent him from attacking Jamie.

"Argh!" Shouted Jack, when Aster landed on him. He swung around in confusion and the blast he had been aiming at the Last Light hit the ice sculpture, instead. It cracked loudly and fell down towards the two spirits. Jack ducked and rolled out of the way however, Bunny wasn't as lucky. As he tried to run out of the way, one of the spikes had pinned him down by the ear. He tried, in vain, to get free. Jack walked up, chuckling darkly. Nothing was said as Jack brought his hand in front of Bunny's chest. The last thing Bunny saw was a bright green aura left him, before it turned black.

As the Bennett child ran, he realised he didn't know what Pitch looked like. He didn't even know where to look. He closed his eyes, trying to imagine what the Nightmare King might look like. The ground disappeared beneath him and he quickly opened his eyes. He grabbed a stone implanted in the ground and looked down at the ravine he had been about to fall in. He sighed in relief. Jamie was about to make his way back up when he heard shouting coming from directly below him. Looking closely, the brunette could see a black figure right underneath him. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and let go. He screamed as he fell and quickly regretted his decision. However, instead of going splat on the ground, he landed on something. When he heard the oof it made, he realised it was not a something but a someone.

He scrambled off and the figure weakly sat up. The person had ellipse grey skin and spiky black hair. He wore a long robe like piece of clothing that melted into the shadows. His amber eyes were bright against his skin. It was Pitch Black and he looked like had seen better days. He was battered all over and instead of the cunning smirks or angry scowls his face usually wore, it was twisted into one that resembled a look of...fear.

"Who are you?" He asked to the boy stood in front of him. His voice was raspy after hours of torture under the Nightmares. They had left just a moment before and instead of peace and quiet, he was granted the presence and company of this mortal child.

"I..I" Jamie summoned the courage to speak. He was not only the Guardians' Last Light. He was their last hope. "I am Jamie Bennett, the Last Light. Bunny told me to find you."

"It's about Frost, isn't it?" Asked Pitch tiredly. When Jamie nodded, he put his head in his hands. "I offered him believers and immense power with it. He agreed and one of the more powerful Fearlings that originally took over me, took over him when I was transferring some of my power to him."

"Well!?" Demanded Jamie, startling Pitch.

"'Well', what!?" Snapped Pitch irritably.

"What do we do?" Elaborated Jamie.

Pitch thrust his arms out. "How should I know! I only know that if you do not return him to normal within 24 hours of him being possessed, he will be stuck like that for the rest of eternity."

"Come on!" Jamie said, gathering as much authority as a child his age could have. "There has to be a way! You're meant to be the sneaky, clever Nightmare King! You should be able to think of something!"

Pitch frowned at the fact he was being ordered around by a kid but nonetheless, looked around for some idea. His eyes looked over a pile of snow, some rocks, a Tooth Box, another pile of-

"Hang on!" He pointed weakly to the Tooth Box. "Bring it here." He ordered. Jamie picked it up and handed it to Pitch who weakly held it up to inspect the picture at the side. "This is Frost's." He motioned Jamie to come closer, ignoring the stab of pain that shot through him as he weakened faster and faster. He whispered the plan and when he finished, he and Jamie had matching smirks.

Jamie began to look for a way out, some way to climb up. He could see a ledge, the same one he had fallen from a little while back, but it was far too high up. He groaned in frustration when suddenly he was lifted into the air.

Pitch had gathered enough strength to get up and had lifted Jamie up. "Thanks, Pitch." Said Jamie, with a genuine smile.

Pitch couldn't help but give a small smile back. "Thank me when we win." And with that he tossed the Bennett boy onto the ledge. He fell down, having used the last of his strength. He watched as Jamie made his way back out and before passing out he thought, "Maybe, just maybe, it wasn't a mistake."

Jamie walked back the way he came, a smile on his face. He patted his pocket and whispered, "I'm coming for you, Jack!"