A/N: So I got some positive responses for the last chapter with Daffodil!
Chapter 14
3rd POV
Daffodil woke to a cool cloth being placed over her forehead and a soft hum in the air. She knew instantly it was Mother Nature, the tone and the feeling of soft warmth that she could only manage to bring.
"Sh, how are you feeling?" She asks softly down at the spring spirit.
"Tired, but better." Daffodil whimpers as she blinks open her eyes blearily.
"It is okay, can you tell me what happened?" Seraphina asks concerned. It was only a day ago that Summer had rushed into her sanctuary in a panic with a passed out and hurt Daffodil in his arms talking about fire.
"I was delivering spring to a small village when the fire broke out. I tried to get as much wild life away as much as possible when there was a crack. I spun to see a pack of wolf's cubs frozen in the path of the tree and I dove to push them out of the way and I should have used my magic. The tree landed on me and I could not escape, I was trapped and the fire was near. I begged and pleaded for help." Daffodil sobs as she remembers the pain from the fall and the sweltering heat, but also of Jack.
"How did you escape then my sweet flower?" Seraphina asks worried and confused. Something twisted in her very being that what she was about to be told would not be pleasant.
"I cried for help and Jack… Jack Frost saved me; he flew off right before Summer caught me! He saved me and got hurt, HE'S HURT BECAUSE OF ME!" She cried out while curling into herself.
Seraphina gasps and clutches her chest before delving into her Spring Spirits mind to see how bad it was. She could feel the flames flickering over her flesh as she watched with horror and awe at the strength and dedication her son had shown. Smiling as he gave her sweet flower a nickname, but that relief and joy morphed into horror and agony as she watched the flames flicker across her sons back and arms, scorching his clothing. She could see even now in memory that his power was weakened from the heat and yet he didn't give up, not until Daffodil was free and the wind capturing him.
She was shocked for another as she pulled out of the memory with a gasp. The slight shock of the wind being under her son's command was astounding, it didn't listen to anyone nor allowed anyone to command it and yet the wind obeyed… No the wind rescued her son and treated him like her own. The wind wasn't under Hellebores command; the wind was willing to help her little snow Pooka.
"Fallen! Send word for Frost and Ombric, tell them to come immediately!" She yelled to her daughter of fall, her eyes never leaving the now resting – yet sobbing – daughter of spring. Her eyes widened as she sensed the bond forming between her sweet flower and Hellebores. A bond that could not be broken unless the debt has been paid, Jack had saved her and now she swore to make sure she can repay it one day.
When Fallen – Fall for short – had sent word it only took a blink of an eye for them to enter her domain, both of them wary and worried. They could sense something wrong and yet they could not place it.
"Seraphina, what is the meaning of the summons? Is there something wrong? Pitch?" Winter demands worriedly as he makes his way to her side.
"Jack was-is injured. He saved Daffodil from a fire that ravaged the land, he has been hurt and we cannot help him!" She informs them, breaking off in a broken wail. Since they had saved him, they were unable to interact with the boy unless called upon. Manny had made it so; it infuriated the three beyond words.
How could Winter help him with winter powers if he could not seek or speak to the boy?
How could Ombric teach the boy his knowledge without the boy being able to see him?
How could Seraphina love and dote on him like the others for the reasons the others thought. She had given him part of her power like the others and she could not ease his soul and comfort him until the spirit meetings that won't happen for another 350 years unless being called upon or needed. But Jack being unable to remember anything, she will never be needed until too late.
"He will heal fast, I gave him my power too Sera. The ice will sooth his ache and heal his wounds. Flesh wounds will be done today and breaks take two depending on the stress of the situation. He will be okay." Winter tried to reassure the Mother of Nature but it was to no use, his words were lacking his usual warmth to relay his truth.
But he could not manage warmth; his tone was ice as he stared up at the moon. They had been friends for a long time and this was an act that they didn't know if they were able to forgive their friend Lunar.
"Yes, his future will be rough but it ends in happiness that is all I can tell and see." Ombric states calmly, resting his hand on Seraphina. "Rest Seraphina, we will seek him to see if he is well. Rest." He sooths while pulling the velvet sack from his coat and pinched some of the Sandman's sand in his fingers before lightly sprinkling them across Seraphina's face.
Winter chuckled and winced as he saw his friend's actions. "You know she will not be pleased by this, remember last time?"
The wise time traveller winced and nodded, he could still feel the agony of all the elements on his flesh as she dragged him by his ear through the Claussian yelling in her rage. "Yes, but she needs to rest. Winter, I am afraid that blocking the boy's memories was a bad idea. He has many years of suffering and it may break him."
Winter sighs and nods, "Yes I agree old friend but it something that needed to be done. He needs to be protected and right now we do not have the strength to stop it. The guardians could help but, but Bunnymund is not ready. He suffers, he suffers a lot for the loss he assumes and I wish to tell him but now – now I think he would not believe us if we were to tell him."
Ombric sighs and agrees, this was a mistake that shouldn't have happened and not even he could travel back and change the outcome. This was the only way and that knowledge alone was a heavy burden to carry.
A/N: Well what did you think? And don't worry Jack will be in the next chapter.
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