Hey guys! :D New chapter update!

I was actually planning to get this out yesterday, but my family decided we should all go out to the movies and to my cousins and SPEND THE WHOLE FREAKING DAY AWAY FROM THE COMPUTER. :( So I couldn't get this finished and uploaded yesterday like I hoped.
THEN I wanted to get it out earlier today but I was going to my cousins for a 5 day sleepover...so much for that.
But meh. I've gotton it out! :D It is currently 2:05 am in the morning right now and my cousins are all asleep while I finished this! *sheepish laugh*

As promised, the heart-warming scene with Jack and Jamie! Hope you all like it and I hope it was written with at least half as many feels as the actual movie!

Disclaimer: Atheia firmly states that I don't own Rise of The Guardians, and unfortunately I have to take her word for it or I will, as she says, "be plummented into the ground for all eternity."

Chapter 16 – The Last Light
(Jack's POV)

I flew through the air, Baby Tooth clinging to my hoodie as I zipped through the frigid winds. My head felt like it was going to burst with all the new information and stress I had received. Just four days ago I was alone, unwanted, and just spreading snow around like I had been doing for the past 300 years; those days felt years ago. My stomach tightened with a nauseating feeling as I suddenly thought of Atheia, or really, Rose. Her eyes when she saw me fall into the cold water of the lake, and then well she bore into me with hatred at the mention of her memories.

But those eyes weren't hers. Sure, they might still have the same rounded shape, but the original colour of them wasn't the only thing that had changed about them. Her eyes when I had first met her as an immortal had held love, care and a mischievous tint, but under that layer there was a look of bottled-up pain. Her eyes now held hatred and anger, something I wasn't used to seeing. But even under that, I swear I could see the image of a helpless girl, trapped behind the glassy, exterior of her soul…

I shook my head free of the thoughts, reconstructing my expression into a one of complete concentration as I landed in the icy, cold and empty streets of Burgess. Spotting Jamie's two-storey house, I held my breath in hope as I glided up to the window pane. It was cracked open slightly, letting a small, cold airflow blow through. My chest tightened as I saw the brunette boy sitting on his bed, his back arched forward towards a stuffed rabbit that lay in front of him on the bed. I knelt closer to the window to hear his muffled words.

"Okay, look. You and I are obviously at what they call a crossroad, so here's what gonna happen." I looked a Jamie with a sense of curiosity-filled sadness as he picked the toy up, bringing it closer to his face as he continued. "If it wasn't a dream…and if you are real, then you have to prove it. Like, right now."

It felt someone was playing kick-ball with my heart. I grimaced as the brown, hope-filled eyes of the young boy as he gazed at stuffed rabbit, but it was obvious with every, silent-filled moment, a little bit of hope died in his eyes. The faded-brown rabbit gazed at Jamie, not uttering a single word to counter his growing doubt. I leaned closer to the open crack in the window, gazing through the cold glass as Jamie silently waited for a non-existence answer from the toy.

Jamie paused for a little bit longer, breaking his gaze with the rabbit as he inhaled a shaky breath. "I believed in you for a long time, okay? Like my whole life in fact." The boy straightened up, bringing the stuffed bunny rabbit even closer to his face, gazing into its mismatched eyes; a sowed on button and a glass, lifeless one. "You kind of owe me now. You don't need to do much; just a little sign so I know."

My lips parted as I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I looked at Jamie with not only a depressed look from the state he's in, but also with something else I couldn't register. I could tell it was another emotion, I just didn't know which one.

"Anything," The boy said, looking into the sown-on button and glass eye of the rabbit, his own orbs shining with visible tears. "Anything at all…"

Silence.

Jamie's emotions crashed down into a look of hopelessness and a heartbreaking, knowing look. His shoulders hunched forward and his grip on the stuffed toy slowly loosened until it eventually slipped from his grip and fell on the floor. "I knew it."

At those words, it hit me. I took a sharp intake of breath as I realized the other emotion.

Empathy.

In this crushed state of misery, the boy felt loneliness. From his point of view, he had just realized all of his childhood heroes of legends were just that. Myths. Fantasies. Stories told to make you behave. There was no Easter Bunny, and if there was no Easter Bunny, that must have meant there was no Santa, or Tooth Fairy, or Sandman. He was wrong. His friends were right. It was just a dream. No one was there to leave you eggs on Easter morning, or to give you presents for behaving during the year. No one was there to take a fallen baby tooth when it came loose, and no one was there to give you good dreams during the night. He was alone. None of those fantasies he grew up believing in were real.

No. You're wrong. We're all real. I pushed open the window with a sense of purpose, stepping into the room but falling short as I suddenly recalled a fault in my plan. He didn't believe in me. I couldn't go up to him to reassure the Guardians were all real. To lay a hand on his shoulder and prove they weren't just myths. I was invisible. I would go right through him. I'm only the winter spirit everyone mentions but no one believes in.

Winter Spirit.

Eyes widening, I turned back towards the window. Glancing between Jamie, my staff and the glass pane, I lightly tapped the ancient wood onto the glass, grinning as soft cracks were heard as the frost crept its way up the glass. I pressed my finger to the newly-frosted window, moving it across the glass in a circular shape. I heard a small gasp behind me, and I grinned even more as I continued drawing a horrible –even if I admit myself– Easter egg. When I finished, I stepped back from the window for a second, cocking my head to the side as I examined the crudely-drawn egg.

Yep…let Bunny never find out about this drawing. I smirked to myself. It did look pretty blunt, compared to what the Kangaroo did. I turned slightly to look at the wide-eyed, gaping boy behind me. But Jamie didn't seem to mind.

My head sparked with an idea, and I turned back to the window. The window squeaked under my finger as it ran along the window pane, taking shape of a simple and basic bunny. I could hear Jamie utter another gasp as my grin grew wider. I finished off the crudely-drawn animal, and, hoping for Bunny's and Jamie sake, I clenched my eyes shut and concentrated on the frost-drawn bunny. I felt the spark in my chest first, followed by the astounded laughter of Jamie. I opened my eyes hesitantly at first, before fully snapping them open as I spotted the now-alive frost bunny hop in the air around Jamie.

The frost bunny darted around the room, its body slightly translucent when it jumped into the light of the moon that stream into the bedroom. Jamie let out surprised, audible cries of amazement, his body twisting around the room to the movements of the frost rabbit. I let out a couple laughs of astonishment of my own, amazed that bringing the frost drawing to life had actually worked.

After a couple more hops above Jamie, the frost bunny exploded, showering snowflakes around the whole room. Jamie let out another gasp, along with a couple of chuckles as he gazed at the snowflakes swirling around in the room. I looked at them in wonder, waving them around in different directions and blowing them throughout the room.

I was so caught up in the snowfall; however, I almost didn't hear the young, brunette boy say my name.

"Jack Frost?"

I did a double take, quickly abandoning my interest in the snow flurry and gazing at the back of Jamie. My eyes bulged and my mouth was slightly agape, staring at the boy as I wondered for a couple seconds if I was going crazy. "Did he just say…?"

"Jack Frost?"

He had said it again. He had proved I wasn't hearing things. It being some cruel, sick dream, though, was another thing. I breathed heavily, not believing, but desperately hoping, that it was real. That Jamie was saying my name; that someone just might believe in me. "He said it again…he said…you said…!"

Jamie turned around in confusion, before locking eyes with me as his mouth hung agape in bewilderment. "Jack Frost..."

"That's right!" I exclaimed, breathing heavily as I started to feel light-headed. I started to ramble, not even looking the young boy in the eye as I started to pace a little. "But that's me! Jack Frost! That's my name!" I stopped pacing, turning to the boy desperately, my blue crystal orbs shining with joyful tears that I refused to let fall for my own good. "You said my name!"

It was then that I realized Jamie was still gaping in my direction. My expression turned to one of seriousness and suppressed hope. "Wait…can you hear me?"

That one nod from him was enough to break down the walls blocking my emotions I had spent three hundred years building. My breath accelerated to the speed of which I felt like I was going to pass out, and I leaned forward towards him, still not trusting myself to reach out and touch him incase my hand felt through him, but that didn't stop the grin from etching across my face. "Can you…can you see me?"

Another nod from Jamie, along with a grin that uplifted Jaime's whole expression, was all it took.

"He sees me! H-he sees me!"

I cried whoops of joy as back flipped in the air, knowing I wouldn't be able to stand still after this. I landed on a side desk, jumping up and down in excitement from my first believer.

"You just made it snow!" Jamie exclaimed, unable to hide his grin.

"I know!"

"In my room!"

"I know!" I widened my arms in exaggeration, jumping down from the table and leaping over to the end of Jamie's bed.

"You're real?" He asked, jumping on his bed in exhilaration as I paced across the room.

"Yeah man! Who do you think brings you all the blizzards, a-and the snow days?" I paused recalling a memory when I first met the boy. "A-and you remember when you went flying on that sled the other day?"

"That was you?"

"That was me!"

"Cool!"

"Right?"

"B-but what about the Easter Bunny? And the Tooth Fairy? And the –"

"Real! Real!" I exclaimed, picking up the abandoned stuffed bunny rabbit from the floor. "Every one of us is real."

"I knew it!" Jamie's thrill-enthused jumps on his bed halted as a woman's voice called from downstairs.

"Jamie? Who are you talking to?"

"Uhhh…" Jamie paused, turning to me as I gestured towards the bedroom door with a knowing grin. "Jack Frost?"

The woman chuckled lightly. "Okay."

We both exchanged a couple laughs of reassured amazement, before the window doors were blown open, and a ghostly, yet familiar voice enveloped the room into an eerie sense of darkness.

"Hello Jack."

(Atheia's POV)

After attempting for the umpteenth time to escape from the room locking me from my subconscious, I had come to terms that it was probably about a ninety-nine percent chance I was not going to get out of here by banging on the dark, cinema-like walls.

Doesn't mean I wasn't attempting for the other one percent.

"Pitch!" I cried, hearing the echo of my fists against the wall as I repeatedly slammed them into it. My Shell had left his presence a while ago, heading out to find the last light, but it didn't mean I hadn't stopped threatening his existence. "Get me out of here!"

I let out a cry of anger, hitting my fist against the wall one last time before slumping down in defeat. I rubbed the sore sides of my hands, grimacing as I could feel bruises start to throb at the touch.

I looked up to the screen in front of me, scowling as I recognized the streets of Burgess.

"Great," I muttered to myself, standing up and brushing the invisible dust off my shorts. "The Shell's almost at Jamie's house and is no doubt going to kill him, and I've accomplish nothing!"

At the last word, I slammed my fist into the wall, wincing as the throbbing of my bruise flared up again. The echo of the bang shook the room slightly, and I sighed again, closing my eyes and ceasing my thoughts as I rubbed my fingers against my temples.

"I knew it!"

My eyes snapped open at the new voice and I turned to the cinema-like screen on the other wall. Rushing up to it, I placed my hand on the glossy, liquid-feeling screen. It may have looked like a cinema screen, but it was like liquid gold to the touch. My hand was partially submerged in the screen, but I could feel a solid wall behind the fluid exterior of it. I gazed up to Jamie as the Shell peered into his room, my lips turning upward into a soft smile as I realized the boy was actually looking at Jack, not through him. They both looked at each other, letting out relieved laughs as I gazed at them with a sense of happiness for the two. It was only when the Shell slammed open the windows of the boy's room that I was snapped back to reality, and my look of joy turned to one of fear as Jack's shock-filled eyes gazed at me through the screen.

No. Not at me. At her.

"Hello Jack." The Shell's voice echoed through the room, panicking me to a further state.

Jamie just stared at Jack in confusion as the winter spirit whipped out his staff and shoved the younger boy behind him. I could only imagine the smirk the Shell was pulling as she stepped into the room, ignoring Jack ask he poked his staff further out towards her.

"Get away from him," He growled, stepping fully in front of Jamie and hiding him from sight from the Shell.

"Really Jack?" She said, nails coming into view as the Shell's thumb nail scratched over them. "Is that how you treat your friends?"

I groaned and rolled my eyes at the actions of my Shell. Surely Jack would know that I don't pay any attention to my nails. Even at my thoughts, I swear I could see Jack's expression twist into one of confusion from the corner of the Shell's eye (literally).

"Jamie's done nothing to you, so fly off and let him be."

"Oh, on the contrary Jack," the Shell said, focusing back onto the winter spirit. "You see, believe it or not, my master needs this child eliminated otherwise his plan fails."

"Your master?" Jack spluttered, his eyes widening in disbelief.

I grimaced in self-loathing as Jack said it. It sounded bad when the Shell said it, but when the word rolled off Jack's tongue, it for some reason felt more real. It left a bitter taste at the back of my throat.

"Yes. Pitch has been far more accommodating than any of you Guardians."

"Accommodating? Guardians? Atheia, what one earth are you talking about?"

'Atheia' groaned in annoyance, and my eyes widened in fear as I saw her slip the jagged, sharply-pointed knife from the sheath Pitch had given her before she left. "This chit-chat is very boring Jack. Just hand the last light over so I can get this done peacefully and quietly."

I heard Jamie gasp in fear while I pounded my fists against the cinema-screen wall in fury. "Don't hurt him!" I cried, pounding harder on the walls.

Jack's eyes widened at the sight of the knife, but as he looked up into the Shell's eyes, they widened even further. And they even seemed to be filled with…

I gasped and took a step back from the screen, not wrenching my eyes from the winter spirit as he stared in shock through the Shell's eyes.

No. That's impossible. He couldn't be.

There's no possible way he could be looking at me.

Well? Did ya like it? ;)
Btw, I SINCERLY apologise for the forever-changing POV's, I know that it can get REALLY annoying at times but right now it's kinda cruical, so I'm SORRY!

Jeez guys! Didya know I'm at 80 REVIEWS?! What IS this? I know some people might just be "Pfft, so? I've got like, 5000 on my story," But I really don't freaking care; 80 is like, snowball-in-the-face reality time for me! I just suddenly look at the reviews and I'm like: How the freaking hell did this happen?! All of you are SOOOO amazing and I'm SOOOO honoured and grateful for all your support through this story! INTERNET HUGS AND COOKIES TO ALL OF YOU! :D:D:D:D

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Review Reponses:

dream lighting: Yeah...everyone's gotta feel sorry for Atheia...XD I force her into a lot of crap huh? I'll keep going! Don't worry! I plan to (eventually) finish this! :) I just had a lot of stuff going on at that moment in time where on my priorites list, writing this story had to be pushed down a bit...:( But thanks for your support anyway! :D Here's another cookie! (::)

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JustPlainOldMe: Really? A good filler chapter? Oh good! *wips brow* Yeah, you're right about the villian POV thing, you rarely see that, and even if you do it's only for a couple of sentences. I just wanted a chapter that explained Pitch's part in the story. Even if the villains are evil bastards they need at least a little attention, right? ;) You liked the disconnection? *sheepishly grins* Thanks...:) You're right, I hate it too when you get really confused about something similar to this and you don't know what happens, and I didn't want the readers to go through the same exprence, it's just annoying and turns you off the story. Cookies to you too! (::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(: :)(::)
I know you're telling the truth (don't take that as a stuck-up way), I just have trouble believing people when they say something like that :) It's too sweet and thoughtful...it's a stupid thing and I've been trying to believe people when they same similar things but it's hard...:/ God...that must sound so stupid. ;) I'm really glad you like my story, you're a very supportive person and I admire the fact that you've managed to stick with me throughout this without being bored ;) I also admire the fact that you don't judge me because of my age, you get so few people who are like that :) Hahahaha. :) Come to Australia? Wow that would be pretty epic if we passed randomly on the street ;) But we don't have snow where I live :( Sorry to disappoint...
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Well, that everything guys! Oh! But before I go, a late apology to ParadoxMagic...I forgot to give you a cookie last chapter...*sheepishly laughs* Here ya go! A late cookie to you! (::)

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I don't know when the next chapter might be out, because I've gotta spend time with my cousins and I MIGHT have Atheia's memories in the next chapter; I'm still weighing my options. But hoping really soon! Also, I only own what you don't recognise it the movie!

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