Chapter 1

A/N: Hey my little snowflakes, I've decided to re-write my little trilogy since the writing looks absolutely horrible, so I'm going to delete the other two stories and change the name of the first one. Well that's all I had to say and I guess I'll see you all in the next authors note.

Summary: It was in the middle of winter as the full moon shone brightly on the surface of a frozen pond within in the center of a forest that surrounded a small village not to far away. Beneath the surface of the ice was a figure-it was shaped almost like that of a boy, almost like he was in his teens, as his body floated in the cold-dark-water, just a couple feet from the surface of the sheet of ice that covered him.

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It was in the middle of winter as the full moon shone brightly on the surface of a frozen pond within in the center of a forest that surrounded a small village not to far away.

Beneath the surface of the ice was a figure-it was shaped almost like that of a boy, almost like he was in his teens, as his body floated in the cold-dark-water, just a couple feet from the surface of the sheet of ice that covered him. The ice was perfectly clear to the point where it was like glass as a beam of moonlight began to shine directly over the boy.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open to reveal eyes as blue as the sky and shone like crystals as his body broke through the ice like a baby bird hatching from its egg for the first time as he gasped for air, slowly floating into the air, before being set on the ice that began to repair itself as his bare feet touched the surface. The boy was silent as he looked at his own hands, seeing that they were unnaturally pale, as if a person had died of frostbite.

He looked down at the ice and put a hand to his hair in shock, it was white as freshly fallen snow. "Wh-What's going on? Why-Why can't I remember who I am?!" The boy shouted in confusion, tugging at his white hair angrily.

Jack

The boy stopped pulling his hair at the sudden voice and looked up toward the full moon, tilting his head in confusion. "Wh-What did you call me?" The white haired boy may have thought he had gone crazy for talking to the moon, but for some reason, he felt as if it would give him some answers on who or what he was.

Jack Frost, that is your name child

"Jack Frost? That's my name, but that still doesn't answer who I am, nor what I'm doing here," Jack said, expecting to get an answer, but only earned silence causing him to believe that he really was crazy, but at least he knew his name. The boy, now named Jack Frost, looked around the frozen pond that he arose from and noticed a staff that looked a little like a shepards hook by the way it curved.

He approached the staff, interested in the object as he crouched down and touched it, jerking his hand back at the sight of the thin layer of frost that coated the handle. Hesitantly, he picked it up, frost spreading along the staff until it shot out of the end in a burst of power that sent of floral pattern along the ice, causing Jack to look in awe as he stood, still holding the staff as he walked over to a tree, touching it with the palm of his hand and gazing in amazement when he saw frost begin to decorate the trunk.

The white haired boy looked at the staff in his hand and touched the hook against another tree trunk and grinned happily when he saw frost begin to spread along it as well. He could conduct, what seemed like magic, through this staff. Excited, Jack began skating along the ice, touching the ice with his staff as he laughed and created more patterns along the surface-until, in a giant burst of wind, he was shot into the air, shocking him for a moment as he realized he was flying and looked around to see a village in the distance before he came plummeting down, hitting a few branches before catching himself on one, still surprised by that whole ordeal.

He sat up on the tree branch, still able to see the village-maybe someone there could help him. He stood on the branch, and in another sudden burst of wind sent him into the air, but this time he was prepared as he angled his body, allowing the wind to guide him to the village.

Hidden in the the shadows, a dozen amber eyes watched the boy before disappearing one by one, except for one pair that lingered for a moment before disappearing along with the others.

Jack struggled to land as he reached the village, falling into a pile of snow and standing as he brushed some of the snow off his clothes and walked over to a woman sitting outside her house door, knitting what looked like a scarf. "Excuse me ma'am...ma'am?" Jack decided that she was pretty busy so he ignored her, walking over to a couple kids playing.

"Hey, you wouldn't happen to know-" before he could finish his sentence, two of the children ran through him, causing him to gasp at the empty feeling that filled him as more people passed through him as if he was some kind of ghost.

The happiness he felt earlier soon melted into sadness as he turned away from the village and walked back into the forest, snow slowly falling to the ground as the moon was becoming covered by a thin layer of clouds, but they weren't thick enough for the rays to be blocked out.

Jack had no idea how to respond to what just happened, it was like he didn't exist. Jack continued walking toward the pond, since that was the only place he could think of going at the moment. Golden orbs opened as Jack walked deeper into the forest, the light of the moon slowly getting blocked by the trees until everything was engulfed in an eery darkness.

The boy stopped, this couldn't have been the way he came before. "I must've made a wrong turn somewhere," Jack was going to turn around and walk the other way when he was met with hundreds-no, thousands of golden eyes staring at him. He was tense and it was like his feet were glued to the ground as he trembled like a chihuahua.

Don't be afraid of the dark child, just follow me~

Jack turned around and saw another pair of amber orbs, but these were different from the others as a grey hand was held out from the shadows as the figure crooked his index finger in a beckoning motion. Jack had no other choice but to follow the mysterious figure as he saw the moonlight shining on the ice he emerged from a few feet away. He was so happy to see something the brought him happiness and comfort that he ran over to it.

"Thank you for leading me here," Jack said, gazing up at the moon, when he heard a chuckle and a deep-smooth-male-voice. "It wasn't the moon who led you here child-now, I believe you should be thanking me instead."

Jack turned and saw a tall man dressed in all black, his skin was a light shade of grey, his hair was jet black, and his eyes amber, but flickered to sliver in the light. "Yo-You can see me?" Jack asked. "Of course. The man in the moon told nothing did he?" The black haired man asked, and Jack shook his head as a no. The black haired man glared up at the moon before looking back at the white haired child.

"Poor boy, the moon can never be trusted, but since you're a new spirit I doubt you knew that," the man said, putting hand on Jack's shoulder. "How do you know this, and who are you?" Jack asked, taking a step back from the man as he grinned, revealing sharpened teeth. "My name is Pitch Black, most know me as the Nightmare King, or the Boogeyman. I know these things because I have seen what the Man in the Moon has done over hundreds and thousands of years."

Jack was surprised to hear this man was much older than he seemed. "Why are you telling me these things?" Jack asked, raising an eyebrow. "Don't you have a lot of questions-I'm tell you this child because I want to help you, help you become seen by everyone," Pitch explained, putting an arm over the boys shoulder, noticing how his expression changed.

"I-I'll be seen..."

"Yes! Everyone on this planet will believe in the both of us and I'll give you a place to belong if you come with me," Pitch said, holding out a hand to the boy who was still thinking over the deal. "I...I'll go with you-I can't stand the pain of not being seen or heard for so long."

"Good choice. Now, let me show you your new home," Pitch said, leading the child into the darkness, looking back at the moon with a smirk-with this boy, he finally had the upper hand.

In the town of Burgess, the sun had just set and tonight was the night of a new moon, meaning everything was engulfed in shadows-except for the few street lamps that illuminated the street.

In a forest that lined the small town, multiple pairs of golden orbs opened, but there were one pair of eyes that stood out from the rest. Instead of being a bright shade of amber, they were blue.

With a loud roar, these golden eyed creatures came out of the forest, sticking to the shadows as they ran through the night. As they ran under a street light, any person would see that these creatures looked a lot like stallions, but there forms were wispy almost like a ghost.

The blue eyed figure was a boy, he appeared to be in his teens and carried a staff in his hands as he easily navigated through the darkest parts of the town, leaving frost on windowsills, streets, phone wires, and as he landed on the back of one of the black-ghost-like-stallions, frost covered its mane as it let out a loud neigh and galloped even faster through the night as the boy laughed, wrapping his arms around the horses neck.

"Come on Onyx, I know you can go faster than this," the horse looked back at its rider and gave him a look that almost made it seem like it was smirking as it neighed, riding the wind to reach speeds that the boy thought race cars could only accomplish. He smiled and laughed as him and Onyx raced across the night sky, but they came to a stop as Onyx landed on a roof, backing away from a golden light that had The white haired boy curious as he dismounted the horse walking toward the golden light to see that it was a stream of sand.

"What is this? It's like the nightmare sand, but so different..." The boy reached out to touch the sand when a panicked voice caused him to jerk his hand back and turn around.

"Jack! What are you doing?! Don't touch that!"

"Pitch?" The golden eyed male appeared from the shadows, pulling Jack away from the sand and glaring at it as he tightened his grip on the boy who looked up at Pitch with a confused expression. "What is that stuff?" He asked, deciding to break the silence between the two. "It's Dreamsand, it has the opposite affects to my nightmare sand and weakens me greatly when it's used to destroy my nightmares. I don't want you going anywhere near it-now, let's get back to the lair, it'll be sunrise soon."

Jack nodded, mounting the nightmare as she followed Pitch back to the lair, but Jack couldn't help but look back at the river of Dreamsand that floated behind them, glowing in the light of the sun that had begun to rise. He was curious, and he was going to learn more about this sand tonight.