I know I've been building up a lot of hype for Visions…and I hope it will be as good as I want it to be. So here we go, everyone read, enjoy, and REVIEW!

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It was late at night in the warren and Bunny was curled up in his nest, a soft smile playing across his lips as his foot twitched from the sweet dream currently playing in his head. He was dreaming about soft green grass, multicolored flowers, and a gentle breeze blowing through the trees. In his dreamscape, the Pooka was running through the grass, his ears flying behind him as he raced through the flowers, multicolored petals falling around him like snowfall as he ran. Suddenly a sound echoed over the meadow, a sound that the Pooka knew didn't belong there, and it was the sound of someone crying. Aster sat up, his nose quivering as he cast his gaze around the meadow, searching for the source of the noise.

Emerald eyes flew open, and Bunny sat up, one paw scrubbing his face as he regained consciousness, what was he dreaming about? He couldn't quite remember, but he had a feeling that he was forgetting something important. Rolling out of his nest, the rabbit began a slow weary trek to the kitchen to grab a quick glass of water before attempting sleep again, but his quest was interrupted by the sound that had awoken him, the sound of someone whimpering and moaning in pitiful sobs. His ears turning towards the noise, Bunny felt his heart clench when he deduced it was coming from Jack's room, and he quickly made his way there, his glass of water completely forgotten from the worry over Jack's wellbeing overtaking his mind.

Entering the room, Aster looked on the tortured form of Jack as he thrashed from a nightmare assaulting his subconscious. Rushing to his side, Bunny felt his forehead searching for some kind of fever, but was relieved to find none, and then finished his perusal looking for any evidence of nightmare sand. Once again, his search came up negative, and the rabbit began to gently shake Jack in the attempts of waking him up but he never would have expected what happened next. Blue eyes flew open, but they weren't their usual hue, just like he had done when Bunny had been turned human they were a silvery blue and his voice began to speak in a tone far older than he actually was.

"When the moon weeps,

Bells will toll as a shooting star falls never to rise again

The bond will break and darkness will fall"

Bunny reared back, his mind reeling with what that could possibly mean. The last time Jack did this, he had predicted the fact that Bunny only had four days to become a Pooka again before being trapped as a human forever, and he had known it without ever talking to Pitch. Aster didn't know what it was exactly, but the rabbit had a sinking feeling that it was a lot deeper than he already knew, and he wasn't sure what he should do about it.

"Jack," he whispered giving the winter spirit a more forceful shake "come on Jackie wake up mate."

Silver softened back to blue and Jack gave a small groan "Bunny?" he said softly in a voice roughened by sleep "What's going on, what are you doing here?"

"Ya were havin' a nightmare kid," Bunny replied as he leaned back to sit on the bed and allow Jack to sit up from where he lay "a doozy o' a one by the sound o' it, and then ya said somethin' weird about a shootin' star fallin' and a bond breakin'."

"…Oh…" Jack replied softly suddenly becoming very interested in the bed sheet beneath him.

"Don't 'oh' me mate," Bunny grumped "I didn't say anythin' before about it 'cuz I thought I was goin' bonkers, but now I know that there is somethin' yer keepin' from me. So spill, why do ya wake up from dreams and start spoutin' rhyming nonsense that usually has the frightenin' ability ta tell the future?"

Jack felt his heart skip a beat as his breath caught in his chest "Y-you," he stammered "you know about that?"

"Yep," the rabbit nodded "ya did it when I was turned human by Pitch and ya predicted the fact that I only had four days ta get back ta my original self or be stuck as a human. Now are ya goin' ta tell me what's going on, or am I gonna have ta get North involved?"

The sprite sighed as he drew his knees up to his chest and bit his lip, silently contemplating whether or not he was going to tell Bunny the truth "Alright," he finally whispered "I'll tell you, but you can't tell anyone, and you can't interrupt, ok?"

"Deal," Bunny nodded as he got himself comfortable and waited for Jack to begin his story.

"When I was human," the spirit began softly as he stared at his feet "I would get these…dreams…visions that would tell the future. At first my mother didn't think anything of them and just told me to keep them to myself so that we wouldn't get accused of witchcraft. So I did, but the thing is, I quickly learned that these visions have certain…rules."

"What kind of rules?" Bunny asked gently.

"The prophecy when spoken must come to pass in some way," Jack shrugged "I can't control what's said, but I can only somehow change the future if it's really bad by still ensuring that the prophecy still comes to pass in some way but without the bad part happening. It's weird, and often I only get little warnings, and if it's just a vague little warning then it's ok and I can do what I want…but if it's really specific, then we have problems."

"How do ya mean?" Aster asked cocking his head "Are ya sayin' that somethin' bad happens if ya try ta change the specific ones?"

"…Yeah…" the answer was a miserable whimper "the more specific the prophecy, the less chance I have of changing the future, and there are…consequences."

"What kind of 'consequences'?"

"Well," Jack took a deep breath "once there was this time where I had a vision that someone was going to die in an accident, and I told my mom. When it actually happened, my mother became scared, like really scared, and told me I was never allowed to tell anyone else about my visions, not even her. So they became my private secret, but I began to think, what if I could change the future? So the next time I had a vision about a death, I found a way to change it, and saved the man's life. He was an elder in our village, but what I didn't know that where there is death, there will always be death. Because that man did not die, fate turned elsewhere to get what it was due, and since there was no one else the same age and 'value' as the elder fate instead retrieved the lives of two men in our village. When I did the math later, I realized that their ages equaled to the same age as the elder whose life I had saved."

"So…"Aster thought carefully "you're sayin' that if ya save someone's life, then however many years they lived, and how much value their life is worth will result in someone else's death?"

"Yeah," Jack sighed "I saved the life of a prize dairy cow to save a friend's farm, and someone else's best cow died. Saved the life of a little girl by keeping her from eating poisonous mushrooms, and in return someone else's little girl died. The longer you live and the more valuable you are to the people around you, the more lives it takes to repay the debt owed to fate and death."

Bunny shuddered "Tha's horrible."

"You're telling me," Jack moaned "after a while my mom could barely look at me, and when my dad died, I felt like I had lost the last person in my family who wasn't afraid of me."

"So," the Pooka said softly "have ya always had these visions?"

"…No…" Jack whispered "they only just started after I got my memories back."

"Ok," Bunny nodded.

Opening his mouth the Pooka tried to question Jack about the latest prophecy, but the boy looked so miserable he couldn't bring himself to do it. So with a sigh, Bunny gently pushed Jack back down onto his bed and tucked the child in. Snuffling his temple comfortingly, the rabbit ruffled the white head "Good night Jackie,"

"G'night Bunny," Jack whispered back watching as the rabbit walked out of the room.

Turning over Jack closed his eyes, trying to forget the image of a sleigh in flames, falling to the ground and smashing to pieces.

Short, I know, but you guys know me, the first chapter of my arcs are always short while the last is always long. Such is my writing style.

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