I'm really sorry I haven't updayed in a while. D: Thanks everyone who have stayed with me and I hope you like this chapter. :) Enjoy Chpater 4: The Warning!

(300 years later)

Jack laughed as he flew with the wind, spinning and twirling, ducking and weaving. It felt amazing. He held his staff tightly in his left hand as he rode it towards his icy home.

The IceCastle, was just that. Its walls were made of thin mirror-like ice, the floor was hardened snow and fern patterns were made with the frost that crept up the sides of the mighty palace.

Jack hopped off his staff and laughed as one of the more newly born penguins came over and nuzzled his leg. He had also changed his wardrobe in the 300 years he had been with his family. Mostly because after about 160 year his clothes were barely anything more then strips of cloth hanging from his body from how many storms and such he had made.

He had been thank full when he had gotten Dad, after 6 years he felt happy to call Johnston that, to agree to change his outfit as well. The cloak he had been wearing had become almost as bad as Jack's clothes, and with a few threats from the polar bears cub, he had accepted.

He now wore light gray jean that fit just enough to make sure it didn't bother him when he flew, a light blue polo shirt and a short-sleeved black jacket. His hair had become more wind swept and frost made three small clumps of hair stick out of the back of his head, he also still refused to wear any foot wear.

Dad had changed his to dark blue khaki pants, a long-sleeved dress shirt that was un tucked and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and to top it off a thin ice blue scarf. Even if no one, at least no mortals, saw him he still liked to look nice.

Personal Jack just thought he wanted to look good in case Mother E. ever decides to drop by for an unexpected visit. He had seen the way they looked at each other, but never really cared for it.

After all, girls were gross.

He walked inside and was instantly pushed to the ground by Schnee. He tried to take a deep breath to get back the bit he had lost when he hit the ground but it was a bit hard with a 17 ton polar bear on you.

"Are you ok? Did anything happen out there? Did you see a big scary man? Did he see you?" Schnee was speaking so quickly that Jack was worried he might pass out from not breathing.

Which would be bad since he was still on him.

"Wait, Schnee! Calm down and talk slowly!' Schnee gave him worried looks as he got off him and brushed the snow off. 'Now, what are you talking about?"

Schnee was about to say something but Glace came up and snarled. Which shocked Jack because he had never seen her do that, let alone to Schnee, before. "Be quiet! You will only scare him! Lets take him to Johnston have let him explain."

"Explain what?!" Jack said in annoyance. "What are you guys not telling me?"

They looked worried and scared, not a good combo for protective and dangerous animals such as them. It began to make Jack uneasy.

Schnee looked seldom. "Come on, Jack. Johnston will tell you."

Jack followed quietly as the siblings seemed to have a silent chat as they walked finally they made it back to the main room, to others it would sort of be like the main chamber or something like that, but to them it was where they had the serious talks.

He had been scolded in there when he had made the blizzard of '68, he hadn't had meant to make it. He had gotten in a fight with a few spring sprites who didn't like him and he had gotten angry. They had made fun of his family, but it was when they said that Manuel had been a horrible winter spirit and they were glad he was gone was when he snapped.

They had run as soon as the snow started to fall, but he didn't stop. Sometimes he could still hear their insults in his head, says cruel things about the 'unwanted' polar bear cubs, the 'snow-brained' Father Frost, and the 'old and hated' Old Man Winter. He had been ground for 2 months before he could go out to spread snow again.

But none of the other spirits saw him the same.

They had seen him as the sweet side of winter, the fun and joyful side that gave kids snow ball fights, and sledding races. Now they believed they saw the 'real' side of Jack Frost, the one that was just as cruel and dangerous as Old Man Winter's weather. The side that wouldn't bat an eye as it froze you to death, what they did was they completely forgot that Jack had only done that because they had been just as cruel when they talked about his family. He had cried every night over those two months, quietly begging the ones he had kill or wounded to forgive him. He would watch out his window till the moon was at its highest point and scream into his pillow how unfair it was that they blamed him for the whole thing and not the spring sprites who had started it.

He would ask it why he had given him, just a little kid, such dangerous powers that could kill others with the smallest amount of his anger. Manny never answered though, it would just glow, stare down at him silently and not say a word.

Then after his anger had washed back to sadness he would finally fall to sleep with empty dreams of others, not just his family, liking him and welcoming him with open arms.

Jack was brought back to the present when he stumbled and almost fell on his face. He looked up to see Dad in front of him with a dark and weary expression.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Jack asked right away. "Schnee and Glace where saying something about danger. What are they talking about?"

Schnee and Glace had moved over to Moroz and they sat off to the side silently, watching with tense muscles and worried looks were exchanged between the three.

"Someone we, all of us spirits and sprites, were hope would never come back, has." Dad says gravely.

Jack knitted his eyes brows. "Who?"

Dad's face darkened more. "Pitch Black."

Jack froze, at any other time he might have laughed at the pun, but instead he shivered. He had grown hearing about every spirit and sprite there ever was, the worst being Pitch Black…

The Boogieman.

He had heard about the dark ages, which had ended really only 50 or 70 years before he was born as a human. He was told how cruel and twisted the Boogieman was, he would make even the coldest of winter look like a spring day.

Jack choked down the small lump in his throat. "Why? How?"

Dad turned away slightly, deep sadness taking over. "How we do not know. Why…"

Something about the way his dad had looked back at him in dismay made him tense as fear swept quickly through him.

"Dad…why is he back?" Jack whispers, frost was forming on the ground around his feet as they reacted to his nervousness.

Dad sighed, he kneeled in front of him and ran a hand through Jack's hair. Seeming to try to take in every last detail in about him, as if he wouldn't get to see him again.

"He wants power, for that he would need fear. He would need something more then a mortal child to get he the power he wants. He wants you, Jack."

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