Yes! For once the chapter isn't late! :D Ok, this chapter is the start of the main plot of the story, the chapters before were kind of just building up Arrows and Jack's friendship. So, enjoy and feel free to review, constructive criticism is welcome.

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The moment Arrows flew out of Jack's line of sight, he knew something was off. The first sign of danger had been the feeling in his gut. He remembered that North was able to tell sometimes if something was wrong by a tingling feeling in his stomach. That was probably the same thing as what Jack was feeling. The second sign of danger was more obvious. In the sky, dancing a hypnotizing dance, was a stream of multicoloured lights, like a rainbow. The Aurora Borealis.

"Shit." Jack said to no one. He sighed. "Wind, take me to the workshop." He commanded as he was blown away towards the Northpole.

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When he got there, all of the spirits had gathered, not just the Guardians. This must be really serious he thought. He could see the ground hog and Bunnymund glaring at each other from across the room. North was talking to a ancient man with a scraggly white beard that went to the floor. The old man was wearing a long navy blue robe that dragged behind him with designs of clocks all over it. Around his neck, he had a grand pocket watch with designs of the moon and the sun carved into it. Sandy was talking to a short man with sand symbols . The little, plump man had red hair and was dressed from head to toe in green . And in the corner was Tooth who was talking to Arrows and Flora.

He walked over to the group of girls. When the trio laid eyes on him Toothiana sighed in relief, Arrows smiled and Flora ran over and hugged him. "Oh good you're safe." Tooth smiled and floated over to hug him too. After the two girls let go of him, he turned to Arrows with a smirk plastered to his face.

"Don't I get a hug from you too? I am your best friend after all." Arrows playfully rolled her eyes at the winter spirit who had thrown his arms open as a cue for her to hug him. She strutted forward and pulled him into a bone crushing hug. She felt Jack jump and couldn't help but laugh a little at his surprise of actually getting his wish.

After the two friends stopped their comfortable embrace, they turned around to see practically the whole room looking at them. North cleared his throat awkwardly and everyone turned their heads to look at the large man.

"Hello, and thank you everyone for joining us. Last year, Pitch attacked the children of the world and we had to save them. This year, an even greater force had come." North said and everyone started to mutter amongst themselves.

Everyone stared at him expectantly in hopes that he would explain further. He cleared his throat again. "This new threat, is much like Pitch, but much much worse." He took a deep breath. "Pitch could only control shadows and nightmares, but this new threat controls something more. She controls death." A gasp came from the everyone in the room. Death?Jack didn't even knew that there was someone that controlled death. Wasn't death just something that happened naturally? Circle of life, right? But, apparently not.

"Mors is here? How do you know?" Jack heard someone from the other side of the room with a strange accent ask.

North rubbed his temples in distress. "Yes, she is here. Elves are dying along with Yetis. More deaths have happened in the past year than ever before. It has -"

"Wait, you gathered us all here because of a hunch?" Everyone turned their attention to the person who had spoken. Well, the creature. It had been the Ground hog that had voiced his question.

"No." North said in response. "When I got suspicious, I went and asked Father Time if what I guessed was true." He motioned for the ancient man in the long robe to step forward.

The old man looked around to the spirits in front of him. "Yes, it is true." He said in a steady and elderly voice. "A vision had come to me the morning of North's visit. Mors has come, and we must all take precautions in protecting the children. A time of death and darkness is to come to us if we do not do the most we can."

"Wait, what? Mors is the spirit of death? But, I thought death was just something that happened in nature. It isn't?" Jack asked the room of people.

Father Time turned towards his voice and smiled kindly to him, like he was Jack's aged grandfather and not a stranger. "Oh, but Jack, if we want to put logic to death, we would have to put logic to everything and that wouldn't be very magical now would it?" Jack looked at the old man as if he were crazy, but Father Time had already turned to address the majority of the room.

"What was that supposed to mean?" He whispered to Arrows.

The spirit of love shrugged. "I don't know, he talks in riddles a lot. You get used to it after a while." Jack looked at Arrows for a further explanation of how she knew the old man. She laughed.

"I used to go to his library a lot when I first became a spirit in hopes that I would find out why I'm like this. His library is said to hold everything anyone would ever like to know." Her eyebrows scrunched up in a look of distress for a second before she smiled at him again. "But anyways, I think he was trying to say that with logic, snow wouldn't be caused by you, it would be caused by what the humans think, by condensation and stuff. But, snow is caused by you, so who says that death can't be caused by a spirit, too?"

Jack understood and before he could thank her for explaining Father Time's riddle, a voice hissed in their ears. "I couldn't of said it better, Arrows." Said spirit gasped and the two of them spun around to see a female spirit laugh as she flew off and landed on the globe.

"Mors!" The adult spirits gasped and the spirit on the globe laughed.

"Wait, that's Mors?" Jack asked aloud.

She turned to face him with dark red eyes. "Why yes, I am Mors, Jackson Overland Frost." Jack cringed at the use of his full name. How she even knew it was a mystery to him. "Who did you think I was? I knew I don't exactly look like a demon, but believe me," She hissed in a silky voice. "I am one." She flew down to examine him.

Mors was examining his body as if she were a predator wondering which way was the best way to kill a prey. And unfortunately, Jack was her prey at the moment. As she studied him, he studied her. He didn't know what he was expecting, but it wasn't her. When they mentioned a spirit of the dead, he imagined a knarled and hunched over hag. But, Mors was actually quite pretty, in a dark and evil way.

Her skin was pale as snow, her hair jet black. But, the tips of her long black hair were silver. Her lips were cherry red and her pretty eyes were red, too. Mors wore a red dress with a black shawl that draped around her shoulders like a cape. She wore no shoes as far as Jack could tell and coming out of her back were what looked like large black dragon wings. On her neck she wore a large, chunky necklace made of glittering rubies on an ebony coloured chain. On top of her head, there was a crown made of the same metal as her necklace.

After what seemed like an eternity, Mors smirked and turned to Arrows. "Is this your boyfriend? If not, you should claim him before," She placed her hand on his cheek. "Someone else takes him." Arrows slapped her hand away from Jack's face. The spirit of death looked surprised at the bold action but only showed it for a second before she started to laugh her cold laugh once again.

"Don't touch Jack." Arrows snapped at her, though she didn't know where her bravery came from. She was terrified of the other spirit, but it wasn't because of the fact that she was the spirit of death. No, it was for a different reason, one she didn't want t o begin to explore the idea of.

Mors started to circle around Arrows now and started inspecting her. "Well, you haven't aged at all, you look the exact same from the last time I saw you, dear." Arrows started sweating and Jack saw her distress. He stepped in between the two spirits. He reminded himself to ask Arrows how the evil spirit knew her later.

"What do you want, Mors?" He spat at her as she slowly backed away from the two.

"Oh, I just wanted to visit an old friend." She waved to Arrows with a smug look. She turned her attention to all of the spirits who had been watching the ordeal in curiosity and horrow. "Now, this was nice, but I must be going now. Good bye." She turned to fly away and stopped to turn to face the other spirits who were trying to catch her, realizing she was going to get away and they had missed their chance. "And good night, forever." She jeered. She pulled out her hand from her cloak and held it up to her mouth.

"Get down! Cover your heads!" North yelled as he realized what was happening. He grabbed Tooth and hid her and Jack did the same with Arrows. He forgot to cover his head though, and looked up to watch as the spirit blew a fine powder out of her hand onto the spirits. And with that she disappeared.

Everyone looked up and looked around and checked to see if the coast was clear as they dusted the red and black powder off of themselves. They all seemed fine, except for Jack. Arrows thanked him for covering her and looked at him. His eyes were rolled back in his head.

"Jack!" She shrieked and caught him just in time as he fainted. She checked his chest for a heart beat.

There wasn't one.

Jack was dead.

Ya, that happened. Next chapter will hopefully be up in a week. Thank you and feel free to review!