Alaia Skyhawk: Prepare for more headcannon lol, and a happy plot twist! :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Rise of the Guardians, the Guardians of Childhood, or any related characters etc. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes.
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Chapter 76: The Next Step
Marcus and Marcia in the foyer of the research agency's headquarters, wrapped up in their Antarctic gear and yet they didn't look that much out of place. Thankfully, with it being Northern Winter and snowing outside, their cold-weather gear hadn't raised a single eyebrow. Just as well, really... Well that and the fact the receptionist clearly had no idea that the two visitors were supposed to be approximately thirteen-thousand miles away.
Jack whistled quietly to himself while Marcia dealt with the receptionist, admiring the various maps and photographs of Antarctica that adorned the walls of the reception hall. Yeah it was probably the harshest continent on the planet, and certainly the coldest, but it was also beautiful in its own way. Wide open expanses of glacier, with distant mountains, may look harsh when the skies were overcast. But add sunlight and you could be travelling over a plain of glittering diamonds. Travel by moonlight, and it was like being amid a field of fallen stars on a bed of silver.
Marcia moved away from the receptionist's desk, gesturing for Marcus to follow her, and by extension indicating Jack should follow as well. She led them towards the elevators, but it was only once they were inside and the doors were shut, that she spoke.
"We're lucky. Director Branspeth is available right now, and has no meetings scheduled for today. He's actually waiting for the first reports on the Glacial Anomaly, after I sent him the message that the team had reached the edge of it and were taking samples."
As the elevator proceeded upwards, Jack laughed quietly at that.
"I think he's going to be surprised then... Getting the report in person, instead of via email."
Marcus, now rather more comfortable in the immortal's presence, actually went so far as to nudge him with an elbow.
"I know you're also the Guardian of Fun, but do you think you could keep the wise-cracks to a minimum for this meeting? I mean, if not for all the undeniable proof you've already given us, I'd still think I was trapped in my tent in that storm, sat there hallucinating and delirious. Go easy on the Director. He's a former scientist, but he's not so modern-thinking as us from the research station. Try not to give him a heart-attack."
Jack let out a resigned sigh, his tone bland.
"Fine, fine, I'll keep things low key. Even if making myself seen isn't that hard these days... Not after ten years of the world's population being exposed to daily frostdust... The Immortals have always had a generalised rule of trying not to be mistaken for poltergeists. That is, no picking things up and writing out our names to try gain believers. There are occasions when an exception can be made, but for the most part it's a no no. Basically because ninety-nine point nine nine nine etc percent of occasions, the person who sees it runs away screaming and calls in an exorcist."
Marcia and Marcus glanced at him, the latter looking rather bemused.
"You and the rest of your kind must lead really strange lives."
Jack shrugged nonchalantly.
"You get used to it."
The elevator doors opened and the trio stepped out, heading down the hallway before them until they reached the end. After discretely peering round the door, and confirming that the Director's secretary was at her desk outside his office, Marcus grimaced.
"I hope he doesn't freak out, because if he starts shouting then she might just call the cops."
Jack brushed by him, pulling a small pouch from inside his clothing.
"Get her to announce that you're here, then just leave her to me."
Jack parked himself right by the secretary, glancing towards the with a 'what are you waiting for?' expression. Marcus and Marcia took the hint, the latter greeting the woman at the desk.
"Marcia Hiller and Marcus Arget, here to see Director Branspeth."
The secretary nodded, and pushed a button on her phone.
"Director. Mrs Hiller and Mr Arget are here to see you."
There was a click, and a male voice responded.
"Send them in."
As soon as another click indicated the line had closed, Jack flicked his hand at the secretary having seemed to grab a pinch of something from inside his pouch. The woman then promptly slumped forward, and started to snore softly.
When Marcia was about to exclaim at that, Jack put a finger to her lips.
"No yelling. All I did was give her a nice middle-of-the-day dream " He hefted the pouch. "Dreamsand, courtesyof The Sandman. You won't be able to see it since you don't believe in him... yet."
He nudged the two of them towards the office door, pocketing his pouch of dreamsand as he did so. When they went inside, the ageing director smiled at them from behind his desk.
"Marcia, this is a pleasant surprise. I could have sworn it was you that called me from the sub-station in Antarctica, but perhaps there is another Marcia on the staff that I wasn't aware of. Although," he now looked at Marcus, "I am certain that you, Mr Arget, are one of the three men in the team sent to investigate that anomaly. Yet you're here in front of me... in Antarctic survival gear no less."
Jack was trying not to laugh.
"You might as well be blunt. Sometimes it's kinder not to beat about the bush."
The two scientists glanced at one another, before Marcus pulled a very well-travelled piece of equipment from his bag.
"Perhaps because we were at the sub-station, in Antarctica, about half an hour ago. As proof, here is the Anomaly Team's GSP unit... Which incidentally has also endured a trip to a lot of other places in the past hour."
He placed the GPS on the desk, allowing the Director to pick it up and examine it. He then quickly read and tapped it's serial and transmission codes into his computer, to bring up the same map-view that had been shown back at the sub-station. He then leaned back into his chair, looking rather irritated.
"If this is intended as some sort of joke, then I find it highly inappropriate. That two senior employees come here and-"
"Director." Marcia's soft words silenced him. "Sir, this is no hoax. We have been privileged to be part of the most incredible discovery. A revelation that will change the way that people look at the world, forever." She turned her head to look over her shoulder. "Jack? Is this a situation where you're allowed to do a 'poltergeist' act?"
The Director stared at her, what with her seemingly talking to thin air, and he continued to watch as both hers and Marcus' gazes tracked the movement of something he couldn't see. Something that apparently approached and stopped beside his desk.
He almost yelped when his little pad of post-it notes floated up into the air, and two notes were peeled off. These were then stuck to something up at head-height, remaining in the air as the pad was put down and three pens were then picked up. Those pens were arranged into the shape of a smile, below the post-it notes that now served as 'eyes' for a floating smiley face.
Marcia and Marcus couldn't help but smile at that, since Jack had stuck the post-its to his eyebrows and he was grinning widely. The Director was not so amused, but rather was sat leaning back in his seat with his hands clinging to the armrests.
"What's doing that?"
Jack plucked the post-its off his eyebrows, discarding one onto the desk along with two of the pens, before using the third pen to write on his remaining piece of paper. He then held the quickly-written message out in front of the Director's face.
'Hi, I'm Jack Frost, the Spirit of Winter. Nice to meet you'.
Jack kept hold of the post-it, using his empty hand was used to flick a small measure of frostdust into the Director's face. The Director was staring at it almost cross-eyed, until his gaze drifted upwards a little to settle on the hand that was holding it, and then on the owner of that hand as faint fuzz became obvious blurred figure and then clear image. That of a young man with white hair, and odd clothing, watching him with an amused expression.
The Director stares, flabbergasted.
"Y-you are..."
Jack chuckled.
"Jack Frost, the Spirit of Winter, and creator of the 'glacial anomaly' you arranged a team to investigate."
The Director continued to stare in a daze.
"And why are you here?"
Jack dropped his post-it, and started to stroll nonchalantly around the room.
"Mortals are starting to spot the Immortals, like me, far too often now for us to remain undiscovered much longer... Check the conspiracy and supernatural themed forums on the internet if you don't believe me... This is all about making sure to pre-empt that, by allowing a selected group from among the world's scientists, to announce our existence at a controlled time and in a controlled way." Jack stopped, looking over his shoulder at the Director. "But to do that, we need someone with the authority to call a conference, and invite specific research groups to it... That would be you."
The Director was still clinging to his armrests.
"M-me?"
Jack sighed, and glanced at Marcus.
"It's going to be easier for him to listen if I'm not in the room. I'm also going to need one of my colleagues to consult with, on who we need to attend the conference. Explain to the Director what you two already know, show him the footage of that talk we had at the research station, and I'll be back soon. Don't try to follow me. The guy I'm off to get, can be tetchy when strangers trespass in his home."
Jack conjured a mirror against the far wall, which shimmered to reveal a lush green mossy tunnel lit with hints of sunlight. He stepped through it, but left it open, and proceeded around the bend in the tunnel to arrive at the main entrance area of the Warren.
He deliberately dawdled to Bunny's paint-room. It was where the Guardian of Hope mixed the paints for the coming year, deciding the quantities based on the designs he and Sophie had picked. Easter was just under three months away, meaning the Pooka's peak working time was about to set in.
So yeah, he probably wasn't going to be enthusiastic about this interruption, and Jack might as well use a tactful delay to let Marcus and Marcia prod Director Branspeth into a less 'struck dumb' state.
When Jack did arrive inside the room, his white hair was a stark enough contrast to everything else that he was impossible not to notice. Bunny looked up from the list he'd been writing, and muttered under his breath before sighing in exasperation.
"What is it, Frost? This better be good."
Jack regarded him mildly in return, mentally debating whether it was worth trying to be tactful, before deciding that there was little point. Just like with the Director, it was 'kinder' just to get to the point.
"Oh nothing, just that there's two mortal scientists, and the director of the agency they work for, waiting in his office for me and my 'colleague' to return. So we can start planning a very important conference, to confirm the existence of the Immortals to the scientific community in prelude to revealing it to the whole world, and that means we need to consult with someone more knowledgeable than me in order to decide who needs to come."
Bunny actually dropped his list in shock. He and the other Guardians were all aware of the effect Jack's frostdust was causing, and that sooner or later humans were going to find out. But he had never expected that...
"What the heck have you been up to?! I thought you said you weren't on North's Naughty List?!"
Jack held his hands up in defence as Bunny began stomping towards him.
"Hey, calm down, this is totally authorised. Mother Nature sensed me do it, and Tsar Lunar would have seen me do it... when I turned a fifteen-mile radius of surface ice purple above the Winter Sanctuary. It was spotted via satellite a few months ago. Last night the group of three scientists who came to investigate it, arrived in the area and I brought them into the Winter Sanctuary to have a chat with them. One of that group, and another member from their team that was back at their base, are waiting with their Director, as I said."
Bunny loomed over him.
"You're saying Tsar Lunar told you, you were allowed to do this?"
Jack grinned.
"You know Tsar Lunar. For big things done in plain sight of his telescopes, if he doesn't send a message, then his silence means approval. Trust me, this is better than letting the Humans find out by themselves without access to any proper information. If we didn't step in, they'd panic and assume things, and get all riled up over nothing because of those assumptions. It's better if a couple of immortals are there to answer questions, and to show our good intentions."
Bunny was still staring, before shook his head in exasperation. His fur was fluffed up.
"I hate to admit it, but you're right, and I've witnessed the introduction of immortals to worlds newly added to the Golden Age, way back when."
Jack began to lead the way back to the mirror.
"That's why I came to you. Tsar Lunar was barely more than a toddler when the Golden Age fell, and Nightlight had seen little too. Sandy, Kosmotis, and Mother Nature only saw and know limited parts of it... But the Pookas knew it all, and helped tend it all. If anyone is going to be able to keep this as neat as possible, with as few problems as possible, it could only be you."
Bunny stalked after him.
"Spare me the flattery, Frost, considering the massive headache you've just handed me right at the start of my Easter preparations."
Jack patted him on the arm.
"Don't worry! I can always loan you some of my Lieutenants to help you get the prep done. Yuki and Kiyiya are more than capable of picking up the slack for you. I've briefed them, and the others, extensively on the methods by which you and all of our fellow Guardians operate. You mix your paints, and set up your painting flowers, and those two could oversee the egg-production for you. All you'd have to do then is do your usual pre-Easter location checks, and the Easter dispatch itself."
Bunny sighed, matching his pace with the Winter Spirit's.
"You know there's more to Easter than that." Jack smiled cheerily at him, and Bunny looked bemused. "But once again you're right... I'll make you a deal. I help with this situation you've started, in return for help from Yuki and Kiyiya, and I want you to talk Craig and Laura into lending me Sophie for the whole week before Easter. I'll also need her for every weekend the full month before as well. Sophie knows the Easter Gig like a real pro, and I know she'll keep things ticking over proper."
Jack reached out and shook Bunny's paw, now gliding along backwards a few inches off the floor.
"Deal! I'll get her parents to take her out of school for the week, on the grounds that Jamie is flying over on Easter Break from his college course, and that his break doesn't match up with the schools in Burgess. But also because it'll be Sophie's thirteenth birthday that week. So long as Craig and Laura collect workbooks for her, and promise to ensure Sophie does then, the school with be fine with it. There were never any problems before now, during the times when things cropped up and Jamie and Sophie were carted off to Santoff Claussen for a week. Both his and her grades have always been near the top of their classes."
They now arrived at the tunnel where Jack left the mirror, and Bunny took a deep breath.
"So, we're all set then." He looked at the mirror, and the trio of mortals seated in the office it led to. "Let's get this started."
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In the office, the Director was still looking rather dumbfounded but rather more coherent. Marcus and Marcia had finished the talk, the footage has been watched, and now they were waiting for Jack in awkward silence. Director Branspeth was clearly still struggling, and yet just like the man and woman before him, the evidence that had been shoved in front of him was rather impossible to ignore. It left a tension in the room, a very uncomfortable one. And so when Jack did appear through his mirror, all three of them jolted in surprise.
Marcia frowned when she saw Jack appeared to be alone.
"Weren't you going to bring your colleague?"
Jack grinned wryly.
"He's here, you just can't see him yet." He glanced at the empty air to his left. "Bunny, this is Marcia, Marcus, and Director Branspeth. Guys, this is my presently invisible colleague, E Aster Bunnymund; The Guardian of Hope. You'd know him as the 'Easter Bunny'."
Director Branspeth choked, as did Marcia, and Marcus spluttered enough for all three of them.
"T-the Easter Bunny?"
Jack rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he nudged Bunny with an elbow.
"Here we go, Dumb Adult Logic at its best. Hey, Bunny. Pick me up to prove that you're really stood there."
Bunny looked at him sidelong, his expression sly.
"Whatever you say, Jack."
Two seconds later and Jack was violently upended, having been grabbed by one ankle, and was then waved about in the air.
Jack, cloak tangled up around his head, tried to twist his way free as he yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Bunny! I said pick me up, not grab me by the ankle and SHAKE ME! Put me down! RIGHT NOW! Before I freeze your ears together so solid, they won't thaw this side of Easter!"
Bunny ceased the shaking, but didn't let go, so Jack was kept dangling with his cloak hanging around his face. The Pooka then glanced at the trio of mortals, who were gawking at the six-foot-one 'rabbit' stood on two legs in front of them, before dropping Jack head-first onto the floor. It was as the Spirit of Winter then scrambled to his feet, that Bunny chuckled.
"As you tend to say, after pelting prospecting believers with snowballs... It worked, didn't it?"
Jack, now fussing his cloak straight, finally noticed the trio staring and pointed at Bunny.
"You see him now?" Three dumbfounded nods were the answer, and Jack glanced at Bunny. "Ok, I deserved that, but in payback I will now leave talking to these three to you. I'll wait for you at the Warren."
Jack left through his mirror, which then vanished, leaving a certain Pooka alone with three unnerved mortals. Bunny looked at that trio, hedging a bit in embarrassment, before he grabbed a spare chair from beside the wall and sat down. In the absence of any apparent rational situation, being businesslike was the only thing he could think to do... Introductions during the Golden Age had never been this awkward.
"Well then, I guess we should get started."
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Jack half-dozed where he saw, on a rock near the main entrance of the Warren. The massive stone egg-golems were stood silent and idle at their posts, and the Easter Elf had come and then gone off again... once a solid snowball to the face had convinced it that Jack wasn't in the mood to play. It had been at least three hours, and the wait was both boring and agonising, but Jack didn't doubt that Bunny's infrequently-revealed gentle patience would smooth the discussion along. That sort of thing wouldn't have been helped by wise-cracks from the Spirit of Winter, hence why Jack had used Bunny's prank as an excuse to make himself scarce.
Marcia and Marcus had responded well to the light-hearted approach, but Director Branspeth was a bit more delicate.
Another intolerable fifteen minutes ticked by, with Jack starting to reconsider hanging out with the Easter Elf for a bit, before the Guardian of Hope at last returned to the Warren looking only mildly flustered.
Jack turned sharply to look, but didn't stand up.
"How'd it go?"
Bunny's expression was bemused, but he seemed satisfied.
"We got the date for the conference picked, and worked out what research projects and teams that we need to invite representatives from." He sat down beside Jack. "By the way, what possessed you to mention the fall of the Golden Age to those guys? I had to field questions about it for a full ten minutes, before pointing out that something that died out over fifteen-thousand years ago, doesn't really have any immediate relevance to what's going on now. Even then, the odd question about it still kept cropping up."
Jack regarded him with a small smile.
"You never heard the saying, that honesty is the best policy? Fact of the matter is, the historical references to the Golden Age are important for this, because the Golden Age is what we're aiming to start up again So, in relation to that and your question, I told them about it because if we'd hidden the motives that are behind all this, it would come back to bite us later. You have to remember that they can't hurt us, not really. If we focus our Belief on not wanting to be touched, they'll pass right through you. Same as if they would if they couldn't see us, even if they can."
Bunny gave him a long look.
"That would work with knives or other hand-to-hand weapons, but what about guns?"
Jack rolled his eyes.
"You really have led a sheltered life here on this world... I walked across No Man's Land on more than a dozen occasions during World War One, during machine-gun barrages no less, and ended up in the line-of-fire of anti-aircraft artillery during World War Two and a couple of other wars. Our first instinctive reaction to being shot at, even if we don't see the shot coming, is to let it pass through. It's the same involuntary reflex that makes us untouchable to people who can't see us... Stops us getting hurt, and stops the random passers-by from being freaked out."
There was a pause, before Bunny actually winced in embarrassment.
"Ah, that... I forgot." Jack had his eyebrows raised, and Bunny's ears tucked back in annoyance. "Don't look at me like that. In all the time since Father Time turned me into a Legend Immortal, I've only ever been walked through once. All I really know about it is the theory behind it. I don't have your level of first-hand experience."
Jack's eyebrows had actually risen higher, and he looked surprised.
"You were made into an immortal by Father Time, and not by Tsar Lunar? But I thought only the Constellation Families had the ability to do that."
Bunny sighed, his expression turning morose.
"And that's exactly right. You see, Father Time is the founder of Constellation Lunanoff, and our Tsar Lunar's however many greats grandfather. He's the first one after the Pookas to discovered the Power of Belief, and the first one ever of how to use it to create the Immortals. He came bang out of nowhere with it, and caught the Pooka Brotherhood completely by surprise. We were that impressed by what he'd achieved, that we helped him start uniting groups of worlds in friendship while he created immortals to look after those worlds. We also helped him find other likely candidates for new Constellations, people who could do what he could do. But change goes best when you have a fresh set of eyes and outlook, so after he had a family he stepped aside and let his son take over."
Jack, now completely intent, had tucked his knees up and his chin resting on them.
"That's when he became Father Time?"
Bunny nodded.
"Yeah. Just as we'd been impressed by him, he'd been impressed when he found out we could time-travel. We already acted as wardens, guarding the integrity of time, but he decided to give us some help. We'd name one Pooka from among us at now and then, to take a turn at being the Keeper of Time. The Keeper was then loaned, by the now named Father Time, the power to go instantly to any place with disturbed time, and to know immediately when someone was about to try tamper with something. All of a sudden that task of ours became so easy, and in thanks we agreed to work for him. Kinda like how the Selkies will do things for you, because you gave them a new and safe home."
Jack tilted his head, but wasn't smiling. He could sense this was a touchy subject.
"So why did Father Time turn you into a Legend, and when?"
Bunny's ears were now flat to his skull.
"Promise to keep this to yourself? Sandy knows, but Tooth go off on one of her 'mothering' sprees, and North would be just as bad in his own way trying to cheer me up. I don't need a Pity Party, about something I've already gotten over long ago."
Jack nodded solemnly.
"Sure, I promise... What was the reason he did it?"
"To save me from myself."
Jack blinked at that, startled to the point he lifted up into the air.
"What? What do you mean by that?"
Bunny let out another sigh.
"Pookas are self-sustained immortals, kept alive by their strong Belief... But a self-sustained immortal that has lost the will to live, is hardly going to stick around for very long, Are they?" The Guardian of Hope averted his eyes from Jack, and instead gazed at the lush greenery of the Warren. "After Pitch wiped out all the other Pookas, I had nothing left. But I was the one who had been taking turn as Keeper, when Ombric appeared in the past and almost interfered with Kosmotis opening the Fearlings' prison. It was a possible paradox that had to be prevented, no matter how much I may have wanted to stop Kosmotis too. But in my moment of hesitation when it happened, I didn't notice Ombric grab the locket that Kosmotis dropped, and at that moment I was bound as Keeper to wait for it to show up again and make sure Time didn't go awry."
Jack settled back onto his rock, starting to understand.
"So he turned you into a Legend Immortal, and made sure your power never dropped so low that you would fade away."
Bunny jumped down from his rock, to step forward into a patch of sunlight.
"I wasn't best impressed by it. A Legend that strays too far from the world they live on, moves outside the range of the source of their power and they become helpless. He forbid me from trying to leave, and effectively tied me here. He forced me to wait, telling me only that I was on the world I needed to be on, and that's why I used to be such a recluse. But still, I kept an ear open for signs of the old fella who took the locket, and I waited. It was about two-thousand years ago, after getting my interest moderately piqued by the people of Atlantis, that I finally found him. 'Cept he was just a kid, but I knew it was him. The Wizards of Atlantis had discovered the Power of Belief for themselves, although not on the scale the Constellations had, but seeing it still re-kindled the hope in me just a bit. I was still pessimistic, but the glimmer of light was there, and Tsar Lunar saw it when I saved Ombric from a flying spell gone wrong. You'll have heard that story."
Jack smiled at that, letting out a single chuckle.
"Yeah, Ombric told me that one."
Bunny returned the smiled.
"Three days after that, Tooth showed up on my doorstep with a request from Tsar Lunar. That was the day I swore in as a Guardian, even if truthfully I wasn't much of one. Not for the best part of sixteen-hundred years, until Ombric and Katherine arrived on Easter Island looking for me. A couple of days later that dammed locket finally played its part, and won us a victory against Pitch at the Earth's Core. From that point on, I got my Centre back, and I was filled to the brim with Hope again. I've never looked back since."
Quiet fell between them, but it was a companionable silence. Where once the Spring Legend and the Winter Spirit had been at odds with one another, they'd now long since become close as brothers. That Bunny had finally told his story to another, was proof of that.
Jack sat on his rock, thinking, while Bunny sat in his patch of sunlight. But one stray thought plucked at him, brought back to mind by Bunny's story, as Jack remembered something he'd told Marcus and the others back at the research station.
Only sixteen survivors from the Golden Age?
Jack started to frown, yet at the same time a tiny thrill of realisation ignited inside of him.
"Bunny... Fearlings get the power from people feeling Unnatural Fear, right?"
The Pooka glanced at him, puzzled.
"Yeah. You already know that better than most, so why ask?"
Jack's blue gaze met Bunny's green.
"When Pitch rampaged across the Golden Age, he was doing it to wipe out Belief and sow Unnatural Fear, right?"
Bunny glared in exasperation.
"Yeah, he did. What's your point?"
"...If he wiped out all the people on those worlds, the people who were mortal... Then who would be left to give power to the Fearlings, once they and Pitch had finished hunting down and destroying all the Constellations and Immortals?"
The pause this time was much longer, as Bunny stared wide-eyed at his fellow Guardian. The Pooka's mind a whirr with all the possibilities and probabilities suddenly presented to him, before he launched himself to his feet so fast that he practically flew up off the ground in the process.
"They would have had no source of power anymore!" Bunny's ears were quivering, his entire body trembling. "Fearlings aren't like Immortals, who can't leave their worlds. Fearlings can store-up power to sustain them on the long trips between solar systems, but they'd still need people to be around. To sustain their power once Pitch had hunted down the Lunanoffs and the last handful of immortals. You're completely right, Jack! All those worlds, and the people on them, are still out there! All they lost were the Constellation Families, and the Immortals! Most of everything else must have survived!"
Jack was now wearing a wide grin.
"And if the worlds and their people were being left alone, once Pitch and the Fearlings raced away chasing the Lunanoffs, then who would be better to help rebuild what was lost, than the alliance that helped build the original in the first place?" Jack laughed in elation. "Bunny, are you completely sure that all the Pookas took part in that battle against Pitch? Because if Father Time was stubborn enough to turn you into a Legend to keep you alive, I have a hunch he might have kept a few of the Brotherhood from going off to that fight."
Bunny's trembling was worse now, and in fact he was almost jumping on the spot in excitement. Not surprising, considering the realisation that he might not be the last of the Pookas after all. Jack had barely a moment to react when Bunny grabbed and proceeded to drag him off towards one of the oldest parts of the Warren. The Pooka was now whooping.
"There's only one person we can ask, who Father Time might had spilled the beans to, and you've not actually had the chance to meet him face-to-face yet."
Jack made himself float, to save himself the indignity of being literally dragged along the floor.
"Where are we going?"
Bunny whooped again.
"We're off to pay a visit to the Moon Clipper! To Tsar Lunar!"
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Alaia Skyhawk: Yay for brotherly fluff, and for the plot twist! And for me FINALLY being able to have Tsar Lunar, in person, in an actual chapter! :D