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Jack's POV
I lost my temper and shot him with the coldest, hardest ice I had probably ever summoned in my 300 years. He was shot back and over a hill of snow. I ran towards it and looked down into the ditch below to find him grinning.
"Temper, temper." he said as he picked up the sharp, long piece of ice. It melted right through his fingers and turned into water. My eyes widened. Why would he have fire?
"My turn..." He said. He was engulfed in flames and disappeared as my back was blasted by fire. I crashed into some snow. My back was burning and now covered in rare skin. I rolled over onto it and the cold snow made it sting and I winced in pain. I picked up my staff and got my self up ready to attack. I looked back at the Workshop and saw yetis firing arrows at the force field attempting to break it.
"You know Jack there were some upsides to killing Lizzie. Aside from harvesting her powers and completely killing her off my plan is almost halfway done. And there's nothing you can do about it." Pitch spoke as he walked in front of me, his hands behind his back. Then he got out a regular black sword and swung it at me but I flew out of the way and into the sky About 18,000 feet. I felt his blade slice my shoulder where it connected to my neck and my arm went limp. Great. Blood poured from the wound and I winced in pain as I whipped around finding nothing. I heard him fly up behind me, I turned around swinging my staff at him at the same time. To my discovery, he disintegrated into black sand.
Then. Everything stopped as a pain like no other entered though my back. Behind me, Pitch stabbed me in my lower back with his now flaming sword. I dropped my staff and it fell into the ground below. He twisted it and ripped it out, just as he did Lizzie, and I plummeted into the ground below. My vision went black for a second and then I was staring up at the sky. The snow stained with my blood. I winced in pain as Pitch stood over me and then disappeared. I heard the others yelling my name in the distance and I wanted to get up so badly but I couldn't. My vision went blurry and my eyes closed as my last breath escaped me.
I opened my eyes. There was a field in front of me. The grass swayed in the breeze and there was a weeping willow in the center. I could see that my hair was brown and my powers were gone As well as my wounds. What is this place?
"Jack." Someone called my name. It was a man's voice with a slight British accent. I turned around and there was a white light. I squinted my eyes it was so bright. Something inside me made me walk into it. Everything was white for awhile and then I found myself in a white bed, in a white room, with white walls, and a white ceiling and floor.
I don't know about you... But I didn't think there was enough white in there.
I pulled back the covers and I was wearing the regular v-neck t-shirt I kept under my hoodie and my pants that were usually brown... were white. Along with my hair.
A man in a suit walked by the door way and quickly walked back with a big smile.
"You're awake! Finally!" He said as he entered the room and sat on the bed.
"umm..."
"Oh! I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself. I am the Man in the Moon."
I sat there gaping. That's probably the longest thing he's ever said to me.
"I'm sorry about Pitch. And Lizzie. He really dug deep didn't he?" He asked with sad eyes
I nodded and looked down a little bit then back up at him.
"I have to be honest, you gave me quite the scare back there. Her most of all." He said getting up and walking towards the door.
"Her?" I asked sitting up and leaning forward.
"Lizzie of course."