A/N: And in comes our favourite Pooka, this is the second Arc. It will be shorter than the other chapters too.
Chapter 18 – The Blizzard of 68'
3rd POV
Bunnymund raced through his tunnels with his googies trailing behind him. He was half way done in hiding his googies for the little ankle biters when he sensed something wrong with the town he had just left mere hours before, with a grunt he quickly turned around popped out of his tunnel and shivered. His eyes scanned the town in horror as he saw the piles of snow on the ground; on everything.
The wind swirled violently through and around everything bringing a chill and more snow!
Anger built up within him quickly as he recognised that blasted winter spirits job. Doesn't that blighter know its Easter, his holiday; his holiday that was now ruined for this town. It was bad enough that he was born on the night he lost… he lost… No! Don't think about it… Aster scolded himself before marching towards the well-known place that the frost child rested.
There was no ignoring the spirit now, no, Aster was pissed. His holiday was ruined all because of this blasted blizzard! Aster grunted as he hopped his way towards the destination, cursing as his paws began to go numb with the cold and he didn't want to open a tunnel just to bring snow in and then be covered in the bloody stuff.
"OI! FROSTBITE! What in bloody blue blazers do ya think you're doing ya drongo?" Aster yelled as he saw the winter spirit sitting by the lake as if nothing was wrong. He couldn't see the drongo's face because of the hood of the hoodie covering the most of it along with tuffs of white hair.
Jack jumped at the voice, his body twisting to come face to face with an angry bunny. Jack's eyes widened as he took in the large rabbit, this was the Easter bunny?
"W-What?" Jack stuttered out causing the rabbit to glower and lean forward threateningly with his paws clenched in fists.
Aster took a deep breath before gesturing to the snow around them, "you blind? Because if you can't notice this blizzard then you must be! Ya bloody drongo, you ruined Easter! This is my holiday, my holiday that you ruined! It's the beginning of spring there shouldn't be snow!" Aster hissed furious as he panted through his rage.
Jack took a look around in horror as he realised his mistake. As quickly as possible he drew in his emotions before beginning to stop the blizzard but it didn't matter that the snow now didn't fall; the damage was done.
RUN! FIGHT! Screams filled the air, burning flesh and fur as he stared up at a giant white and grey Rabbit with deep blue eyes…
Agony… Fire and smoke plumed the air… melting snow and scorched earth, many rabbits dead… kits dead…
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean too…" Jack mumbled out his apology, shaking his head clear of the fear and images.
"Sorry!? SORRY!? You ruined my holiday! Yer a bloody nuisance, no wonder no one believes in ya!" the Pooka yelled furious, getting some small satisfaction as he saw the boy recoil but it hurt him more for some reason that he did inflict pain on the drongo.
Jack recoiled at the words, the agony threatening to spill over once more, he had just lost his first believer due to the snow, his snow… and… maybe… maybe the rabbit is right.
"I didn't mean it! I only wanted to see the eggs on the snow! I thought it would…"
"NO! You will NEVER make it snow on Easter again do you hear me? If I even see one flurry in the damn air from now on, on my holiday I will hunt you down and trust me mate; you don't want to mess with the Easter bunny. Do I make myself clear Frostbite?" Aster hissed at the spirit before him.
"Y-Yes…" Jack whispered dejectedly. Hope cracked and dwindled inside of him as he saw the hate and rage in the Bunny's eyes. Aster nodded before tapping his foot on the ground and dropping into one of his tunnels, because of the bloody idiot he was behind schedule.
Jack kneeled down as the Easter bunny left, his eyes trained on the one small Aster flower that popped up and began to dwindle in the frost. Squinting his eyes Jack cupped the flower and letting the frost freeze it over before plucking it from the ground before moving to the small hidden cave that was connected to the lake.
With a sigh he knelt down in the small closed off pool and placed the flower in it before freezing it over, a small reminder to avoid the Easter bunny at all costs… His heart thumped loudly in his chest once before the sadness began to overwhelm him. He had destroyed Easter… the Easter bunny – someone he so desperately wanted to befriend – hated him… Why did that fact hurt him so and why did the rabbit cause the strange flashes?
A/N: right here you go, I might do a little drabble of Aster after Easter and about his mark… BTW search my penname on Facebook for the images for the story.
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