A/N: Random story dump! I told you this story wasn't dead, it's just very, very slow. Sorry for the delay, and enjoy!
Jack coughed loudly, his throat coated in a thick film of debris. He moved a pale hand to his forehead in an attempt to ease the skull splitting headache that wracked his brain. Ignoring the pain that was tearing through his body Jack slowly sat up and glanced around at his surroundings.
The once immaculate hallway was now reduced to a pile of rubble leaving the winter spirit exposed to the world outside. Surveying the frozen wasteland around him suddenly made Jack very thankful that he was immune to the cold's sharp bite. All around him were the once proud towers of North's workshop, now ragged and covered in monstrous snow drifts.
Suddenly a realization hit the white haired teen, he was alone. Panic caught in Jack's throat as he painfully clambered to his feet trying to find his companion. After a few seconds of frantic searching the teen collapsed in the dust, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Awh, I'm touched, you actually care about me," Bunnymund grunted from his hiding place among the piles of rubble.
"Remind me to never worry about you again," Jack spat glaring over at the Pooka. In response Bunnymund merely shrugged, he clearly wasn't bothered by the winter spirit's cold demeanor.
"C'mon don't be a drongo, let's get back to the base," Bunny retorted hopping off the rock he was perched on. Jack moved to join the Pooka but was suddenly forced to his knees in an overwhelming wave of pain. His vision blurred as the world slowly turned to black.
Bunnymund sighed and scratched at the fur that sat right behind one of his large ears, it had been three days since Jack's collapse and the winter spirit had yet to stir. The Pooka was starting to worry, especially since the scar had manifested itself on the teen's snow white flesh. Shuddering at the thought of the black blemish, Bunny glanced over at the sleeping form beside him.
Sweat beaded the young spirit's face, and his already impossibly pale skin seemed to be even paler than usual. A jet black scar was snaked down the teen's left arm, it's shadowy tendrils wrapping around the appendage all the way to his shoulder. The skin around the black mass was pink and warm to the touch as if it was sunburned.
"You hang in there Jack, I'll bring back some help," Bunnymund whispered solemnly before ducking out of the dimly lit room.
The horrendous scream of a Nightmare filled the smoke filled air as the last rays of sunlight from a dying day struggled to break through the acrid haze, far below the sunset a battle raged on.
All around there were the screams of war and the clash of enemies. Blood and midnight black sand soaked together in a trampled muck as two mighty forces clashed. A ragged war cry took flight into the air as the Yeti's bolstered their assault to push the packs of ferocious Nightmares back.
"Keep moving, send these beasts back to their master," Bunnymund roared as he wrenched his spear from the disintegrating form of a dying Nightmare. All around him the Yeti's bellowed victoriously as they pushed back the last of Pitch Black's hellions.
A sense of grim satisfaction washed over the Pooka as he surveyed the scarred battlefield,
they had won. It had been a long time coming, but it seemed like they were finally getting somewhere in this blasted war.
"C'mon boys, let's go rescue a princess," Bunnymund joked as he glanced over at the small ring of Yeti's that had gathered around him. Without another word the Pooka turned to look at the twisted outline of one of Pitch's castles.
Bunnymund glanced around uncomfortably as he silently padded through one of the many cobble passageways that snaked through the tortured fortress. The Pooka scowled as he studied the blackened walls, this castle was once home to a race of Leprechauns, that was until Pitch Black wiped the poor spirits out. So many had to die because of one man's evil, and so many were still dying.
"Get that garbage out of your head, now's not the time," Bunnymund whispered to himself as he stalked around a crumbling arched doorway.
Suddenly the Pooka stopped in his tracks causing the two Yeti's following him to stumble over themselves. The room they had just entered was filled from wall to wall with birdcages filled to the brim with Tooth's fairies, all of them buzzing with excitement. And in the middle of the room sat a massive cage with the queen of all fairies locked inside.
"Tooth!" Bunnymund yelled as he sprinted to the spirit's vast wrought iron cage. Toothiana perked up at her name and spun around her pink eyes meeting Bunny's emerald green ones. A smile cracked her face as she reached through the cage's bars and took the Pooka's hand.
"Bunnymund, you're alive!" She exclaimed in joy, her eyes welling up with tears of joy.
"Of course I am, couple of Nightmares can't take a bloke like me down," Bunnymund boasted thumping his furry chest triumphantly. Toothiana smiled, a feeling of happiness washed over her, a feeling she hadn't felt in a long time.
Jack Frost stirred weakly and slowly opened his eyes to the glare of the world around him. A light groan escaped his lips as he moved a pale hand to cover his eyes.
"Finally awake sleepy head?" A cheerful voice teased from somewhere in the room. Hearing the voice Jack sat up straight and looked around the room for the other occupant.
"You should rest, you took quite a beating," a redhaired woman in a sweeping green dress cooed placing a cool hand on the winter spirit's shoulder. A feeling of relief washed over the teen's body as the woman gently pushed him back down onto the bed.
"Who are you," Jack asked in bewilderment as he felt his body relax and all the pain slowly drain from his wounds.
"You can call me Mother, Mother Nature," the redhead cooed as she pushed some of Jack's silver hair from his face. The winter spirit felt a grin spread across his face as his eyes slowly slid shut.