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Jack Frost sat in a tree and watched the town fall asleep. He was torn. Should he help the guardians and become one himself or let it be? They could help him get his memories back from Pitch if he did. But they had never cared for him before the moon told them to, and they would probably not care about him afterwards when it all was over. After his memories had been returned and the Pitch was beaten, would they throw him away? The boogeyman was lurking in the back of his mind.
He wasn't believed in, just like Jack. Jack didn't like the things Pitch had done, stealing the teeth from the the toothfaery and all her little faeries on top of that. But he could understand how hurtful it is to not be believed in. It's painful, and lonely. He himself had felt it for 300 years. How long had Pitch been lonely? Jack knew he had to help the others with collecting the teeth, but there was something else he had to do first. He had to speak with Pitch. He needed to find another way.
The others had probably already started their teeth hunting, they probably thought he were somewhere else and they would meet up later. He would help them, but not right now.
Jack rose an let his body get taken by the wind, he flew light as a feather. He had to find Pitch and speak to him, and first after that he would be able to decide what he should do. But he didn't know where to search.
Even though he didn't know he still found something. A bed, in the middle of a forest. It was broken and was put over a hole. Jack almost flew right past it, but something made him stop. A feeling. Suddenly he just knew that he had to get down into that hole, even if nothing was there it wouldn't be the end of the world. It was just to turn back. And if Pitch was there and rather felt like attacking instead of talking, then he just had to fight.
He flew down into the hole and came into a cave system, that soon looked more as the inside of a medieval castle than a cave. He let his feet touch the floor and he started to walk, and he never put his staff down, just in case. "Pitch" Jack shouted to get the attention of the boogeyman. He was more than certain that the place he had entered was the home of Pitch Black. Now he just had to see if the boogeyman would show himself or not.
He wasn't believed in, just like Jack. Jack didn't like the things Pitch had done, stealing the teeth from the the toothfaery and all her little faeries on top of that. But he could understand how hurtful it is to not be believed in. It's painful, and lonely. He himself had felt it for 300 years. How long had Pitch been lonely? Jack knew he had to help the others with collecting the teeth, but there was something else he had to do first. He had to speak with Pitch. He needed to find another way.
The others had probably already started their teeth hunting, they probably thought he were somewhere else and they would meet up later. He would help them, but not right now.
Jack rose an let his body get taken by the wind, he flew light as a feather. He had to find Pitch and speak to him, and first after that he would be able to decide what he should do. But he didn't know where to search.
Even though he didn't know he still found something. A bed, in the middle of a forest. It was broken and was put over a hole. Jack almost flew right past it, but something made him stop. A feeling. Suddenly he just knew that he had to get down into that hole, even if nothing was there it wouldn't be the end of the world. It was just to turn back. And if Pitch was there and rather felt like attacking instead of talking, then he just had to fight.
He flew down into the hole and came into a cave system, that soon looked more as the inside of a medieval castle than a cave. He let his feet touch the floor and he started to walk, and he never put his staff down, just in case. "Pitch" Jack shouted to get the attention of the boogeyman. He was more than certain that the place he had entered was the home of Pitch Black. Now he just had to see if the boogeyman would show himself or not.