"What do you mean, 'the last light'? If you haven't noticed, I'm not the brightest of people." The fairy rolled her eyes as she listened to Jack list all of the negative things about myself.
"What I mean, Jackson, is that you are the last of the fae with noble blood. The blood of the richest and purest fae runs through your veins. The blood gives you abilities far more powerful than any other. But the only way to use them is to choose. Each noble must choose light or darkness. Unfortunately, many have chosen darkness over light. Each were destroyed by the lights, thus destroying them as well. Pitch wishes to turn you to darkness. The only way to do so is to corrupt you in every way possible. Heart, mind...and body."
Sweat poured from Jack's face as he broke out in nervous sweat, or more like frost ran down every part of my body. "So...he's gonna do that to me...again and agian isn't he? Until he turns me?" North and Sandy gave him pitying looks as Bunny rested a comforting hand on his shoulder. Jack shrugged it off and slid to the ground. "Dear Lord...help me." The prayer ran over and over in his head, like a mantra. The fairy's face softened and she flew over toward Jack and brought him into her arms, much like a mother towards her son.
"My dear, dear boy. We will protect you." She handed Jack the journal, picked him up, and rested him in Bunny's arms. "Sandy, put him to rest." Jack wiggiled,trying to free himself before he was forced to sleep, but he was too late.
"Oh my. It seems I was seen. I did hope to talk to the boy again." A British called from the sadows. "If you would? I would like to take my prince back home with me and...continue." All eyes landed and fixed on Pitch with a look that could have killed the most strongest man.
"You dirty ratbag! You can't have him!" Bunny shoved Jack into North's hands and shot forward,fist raised. Before he could reach Pitch, he was forced backwards by a whip of black sand. Tooth caught him mid-fall, but couldn't dodge the bullet-like beams shot at her. She fell to the ground with a thud along with Bunny. Sandy lasted the longest by catching the black sand and tuurning it gold. But he to, was eventually out done. North was left alone with a sleeping Jack in his arms, with no way to fight. Pitch slowly started forward, circling North like a wild cat.
"Poor North. All alone." A lone shadow forced its way between North's arms. Before he could respond, Pitch slashed a sandy, black sword down his arms, forcing him to let Jack fall to the shadow. North screamed curses at the shade, while fightig to stop the black ooze from infecting his arms. An evil grin split Pitch's face, making him look like the devil himself. "Good bye my dear friend. I will be sure to tell you all about my adventures with the boy." And like that, they were gone.
The next chapter should be up by tomorrow night.