A/N: Okay, here is another chapter! I got asked how old Jack was and well it put into light that I may have left that thought out So Bunnymund is older than earth. In chapter one I had mentioned earth, but I'll add my own twist. Jack and Bunny are older than the earth but time travels differently between the two. Jack would also be considered young in the eyes of other Pooka's but say in human years he would be... 20. At the moment he is seen as a young teen between 13-16. After all things work in mysterious ways.
Chapter 3
When Jack woke once more he was no longer by a fire but in something slightly soft and warm, there was a cool breeze floating through the gaps of two pieces of wood. Windows… His brain told him but it was a voice he was familiar with, only hearing it one other time in his life.
While he slept he remembered how he came to be on this planet. He remembered sleeping and then being thrown from the resting star he was in, crashing to the earth. That was when the darkness came.
"Where am I?" He rasps out followed by a coughing fit as his throat itched. It had been many years since he was able to utter a syllable.
"You are in Burgess, we found you in the snow not far from here by a lake. Can you tell us how you got there, your name sweetheart?" The woman who was with him before asks softly, her brown eyes shining with sadness and a glint his mother had – love.
"H- Jack… Jack… I don't know. I just woke to you… I don't know." He lied, he knew just knew he couldn't tell these beings of what he was. Something in him screamed that it was dangerous, he could trust them but there were other things that would kill him.
"Well Jack, I am Thomas Overland and this is my wife Helene. We found you three days ago; you have been asleep for some time now. We would hope for you to stay with us until you are healthy enough to travel if you wish, we are a poor family but you will be safe and protected here." He states, his eyes soft as he rest's his hands on his wife's shoulders.
"I wouldn't want to impose…" Jack trails off, he was unsure very unsure. Though he knew from deep within he had been asleep for a long time, millennia's it would seem. Yet the grief, the failure he felt was still new and fresh like it had happened mere hours before.
"You wouldn't be imposing Jack, please. I know – I know your mother has passed but allow me the privilege to mother you till you are well. We have yet to be blessed to have such a gift bestowed upon us." Helene whispers, her voice hitching in grief.
Jack knew if he was still in his original form, his ears would be pinned back at the sight. He could see the aura around her darken slightly, but her love was pure – she was pure. "Okay, thank you." He whispers, unable to tell her no.
He was like that with his own mother, he could not say no to her; could not disappoint her in any way. He knew as well that he would be classed as a child here, he would be classed as a young in his Pookan tribe. He was becoming a warrior of his tribe like his father when the nightmares had struck their home world.
He was lucky to survive, his father burying him in a heavy layer of snow before they were attacked. He could still hear the cries the screams of agony along the lines of burnt flesh and fur. He had lost his family, his clan and the rest of the elemental tribes as well.
Guilt churned in his stomach at the thought of his failure, he failed to save his people. He failed at protecting his mother and his younger siblings. She had just had a new litter of kits and he failed to protect them, to make sure they were able to experience life.
A sob tore through his throat, nothing will be the same. He was the only one left and yet he still felt hope swirl within him. His mother's voice soothing him of the words she had spoken many times when he failed.
Always have hope, for without hope we have nothing to hope for…