Chapter 4: Interests

{5:55am – Main room of the North Pole}

"Bunny! Why up so early?" asked North as he took note that the Guardian of Hope was seated at a table near the fireplace, painting a few eggs.

"I got Easter coming up! Mate, some of us don't got time for this hanging around snowflake and gettin' are ears frozen together!" North stared momentarily before laughing.

"Bunny, only your ears are frozen together old friend…..however, I get feeling that Jack is uncomfortable…." Bunny rolled his eyes.

"He is…..Sandy was right, mate…..ankle bitter ain't gonna help us if he ain't comfortable." North sighed as he looked down.

"I worry for him, Bunny…..he does not sleep much at night…." To that Bunny sighed.

"Mate, Elemental spirits don't sleep much during the transition points." North blinked.

"Spring was March twentieth, no?" Bunny nodded.

"Yea, and in some parts of the world, Jack is still needed. I'm not surprised he isn't comfortable around us….say, mate….where is he?" North frowned.

"No idea, I go look – you continue working…." The Guardian of Wonder left and Bunnymund sighed.

"Mate, that little ankle bitter may be twice as dangerous as you think he is…"

North went to seek Jack and began to look around the workshop before sensing that an abnormal chill went through the area nearest his library. North sighed and walked into the library to find Jack settled above him in a rafter, reading a book that he couldn't make out the title of. The boy was leaning against one beam with his leg dangling off of one side while the book was propped up on the other as he was busy being completely engrossed in the story that he was reading. North took the opportunity to look the boy over. He was calm, but his eyes once more showed his age more than his face did, but that also didn't change that he was seeing Jack's other personalities - that included his unsureness and his more childish nature of trust in only those he was familiar with. Sandy trusted him to the fullest, and Jack was the same with Sandy, which showed North that they both had been through some hardships in the past that was mutual. However, North also knew that Jack was unsure what to do with them while Sandy just waited and was understanding and compassionate towards the boy. Jack needed that, and he knew that none of them were exactly good at this, and though they professed being protectors of childhood, they had severely fallen behind in the last few decades. However, Jack seemed to also have more patience than they did when it came to certain situations. North sighed as he looked at the boy again and sighed.

"Jack!" the boy jumped just a bit and looked at him.

"Oh! North? What is it?" Alice blue eyes looked to him and North smiled.

"I wondered where you've been going off to since yesterday night….I wanted to talk…" to that the boy nodded slowly and came down from the rafter.

"Is something wrong?" North shook his head as the boy came to him and looked him in the eye.

"I wanted to know…is truth that Elementals no sleep?" the boy shifted slightly.

"Actually…we don't sleep often….I'll sleep periodically in the year for a few days or weeks depending upon what is happening in the world…." North nodded.

"Okay, what do you say to sleeping here when time comes?" to that Jack rose an eyebrow.

"I….guess…" North was surprisingly okay with Jack being unsure of his request and then Jack looked at him and smiled.

"Is it wrong? To ask?" Jack looked to him and shook his head.

"No, it's perfectly fine. I appreciate you asking and being considerate of situations….just….please…keep in mind that if I don't give you an answer, it's not because I don't appreciate it…." North smiled and reached out to him.

Jack flinched, and the Guardian of Wonder looked to him in discontent as he veered away from North's touch. The older man looked him over and sighed before nodding his head as he watched the boy look down and to the side before he looked to the side and then smiled.

"No worries, just tell us if something is bothering you," North said.

"Right…."

Jack was left standing in the room alone with weight upon his shoulders. North had just reached out to him and he had done what? Turned a blind eye to him and completely diverted the attention away from him. North was doing all he could, but the others weren't able to do anything just yet. Jack sighed and looked to the side again while wondering what to do for his situation. The Spirit of Winter looked around him at the large library and the towering bookshelves while he wondered what to do now that he had unwillingly pushed North further back, despite what Sandy had already suggested he do. Jack looked at the book in his hands and sighed as he tried to reason what could be done to help him be more willing around them.

"I've got a lot of walls to tear down before I can accept someone other than Sandy reaching out to me…..and even then…."

"Oi! Frost!" blue eyes locked onto green.

"Yea Bunny?" the Guardian of Hope frowned.

"I gotta talk to ya…" Jack looked him over and took note of his broad gait and hostile energy and felt a small fern of ice crawl up his throat to his cheek. Bunny's eyes narrowed in on it as the boy's eyes paled into a fairer bluish-silver.

"Can you catch me, though?" Bunny's green eyes widened, and then narrowed as Jack bolted out the door over his head.

"DAMN IT, FROST!"

Bunny jerked to grab him, and failed when the boy settled over him in the air just out of the reach of the rabbit. Jack dove around towards the main hall of the workshop, and the Easter Bunny gave chase. Bunnymund had done something that Jack needed – given him an interesting distraction.

{Ten Minutes Later}

Toothiana stared onward as Bunny chased the winter incarnation around the room, while Sandy stayed near her and out of the way as North walked into the room and saw two blurs dart by him. Father Christmas stared, slack-jawed, as Bunny made a grab for Jack before the boy crouched against a surface and bounded off it – cutting a flip in the process – before landing again and leaping forward, which put his face a mere few inches from Bunny's before landing in a steady motion while he balanced his body from one leg to the other and waited in a crouch anticipating the next move. Tooth eyed the boy's posture, as did North, while Sandy frowned. It had been a very long time since he'd witnessed Jack fight, and this brought back some exceedingly strong memories from a very long time ago. While impressive, Jack didn't learn these skills through basic training – he instead learned it through harsh and painful means that caused him to suffer more often than not.

However, Sandy would have to agree in what he knew Tooth and North were thinking, and that was something that another of their friends needed to realize as well – messing with Jack in specific ways triggered less than pleasant situations. Bunnymund was a surly and uncomfortable character right now though, and that had to do mostly with Jack Frost. But to have found the little brat in North's library was not how he imagined confronting the boy. He wanted to talk about the winter blizzard that took out Easter over a century ago and clear the air, but it resulted in a faint argumentive fight that resulted in Bunny learning another detail about the winter spirit. The three others watched as Bunnymund nearly grabbed the boy and was near instantly hit with a frost blast that made him let go as he made a disgruntled sound and glared at the boy.

"Just what the hell, Frostbite!" Alice blue eyes went silver.

"What did you call me?" the boy's posture shifted again, and he kept his eyes locked onto Bunny, who blanched.

"I said Frostbite! What? You gotta problem with that?" Jack narrowed his eyes – the fern-like trail of ice appearing to sprawl up his cheek again – before the boy snarled faintly and displayed his teeth to him.

"Depends on what you mean by it…..kangaroo…" at that, Bunnymund nearly howled.

"I AM A BUNNY, DAMN YOU! AND YOUR STUPID JOKES, YOU IGNORANT BRAT!" Jack reared back on his heels as he heard that, and kept a sharp glare upon his face as the Guardian of Hope made a few steps towards him. At the sight of the boy's pupils slitting, Sandy tugged the side of North's pants leg.

"Jack, walk with me…" to that Bunny stopped, and Jack relaxed but remained on guard as he followed North to the elevator.

"Bunny, why were you chasing Jack?" asked Tooth. Bunny looked after the boy.

"He's got something wrong with him….." Sandy felt tension form in his body.

"What do you mean?" she inquired this, and Bunny narrowed his eyes.

"There's….something unnaturally dark about him…..and much more….lethal than Pitch." Sandy could only hope that Bunny hadn't caught on to the details yet.

{Within North's Workshop}

"Jack, do you not like us? Or is it something else?" North asked.

"It's nothing personal, North. What you all do, it's just, it's not my thing." Jack was glad the conversation was off his fight with Bunny for the time being.

"Man in Moon says it is your thing. We will see!" he stated as they entered the workshop factory floors.

A Yeti handed North a clipboard and pen which he signed and then handed the board back while throwing the pen before walking along as Jack stared, awestruck, at the place around him. Toys and objects were being constructed and flew overhead, elves pushed carts and worked away, while Yeti's painted or checked their products.

"Slow down, wouldja? I've been trying to bust in here for years, I want a good look." Slightly peeved, North continued to rush through and looked at the winter child.

"What do you mean, bust in?" his guard went slightly up, but then he saw the jovial smirk on the boy's face.

"Oh, don't worry, I never got past the yetis," he said as he looked over his shoulder; an angry yeti pounded his fist into his palm upon meeting his eyes. Previous that same Yeti had been giving him wide eyes and a pointed finger following him.

"Rwwarrrrrr!" at that, Jack smiled broadly.

"Oh, hey, Phil!" North rolled his eyes.

"Keep up, Jack! Keep up!" North charged ahead, while Jack merely smirked again and took it all in as fast as he could.

North's factory was bustling with activity: Yeti's were building toys, moving packages, while Elves were test piloting the various flying toys – which he wondered if that was a wise choice on North's part or not – as Jack walked behind North, surveying the factory, a duck toy suddenly decided to fly over Jack's head, causing him to duck just in time and continue after North. However, as soon as they rounded a corner, Jack was met with the sight of several Elves hooking themselves up with Christmas lights and fiddling with rotating toys. He momentarily stared onward at the scene before seeing a spark.

"Whoa….wait…I thought the Elves made the toys?" Jack questioned.

"We just let them believe that…" North whispered this to him, before Jack looked back at the small number of Elves to see a group of them eating Christmas ornaments and another electrocuting himself with Christmas lights. Jack felt himself slightly pity them, before a devilish smirk crossed his features while North smiled and called to them.

"Very nice! Keep up good work!" North continued through the factory floor, and while they did Jack took note of North passing a Yeti putting the finishing touches on a blue toy robot.

"I don't like it! Paint it red!" the yeti looked and made a sound very similar to a frustrated word.

"What da….." it groaned and slammed its head upon a table, reminding Jack greatly of college students when they finished a project and realized they'd done it wrong or forgotten parts of it. The yeti was sitting next to a spot where hundreds of finished robots were already shelved, making Jack wince.

"Step it up, everybody! We have ten months and sixteen days till Christmas!" Jack once more winced at that.

"He's a little bit of a slave driver….but….I guess with how much relies on his holiday, it makes sense…."

As they made it to the top half of the working area, Jack was able to glance down upon the orchestrated chaos of the entire place. From where he was, he saw all the magic and splendor that was remarkably captivating, even to someone who had magic themselves. Jack turned and followed North into his office, where he was struck with an interesting sight of his center of creation. There were shelves filled with toys, sketches, and prototypes everywhere, made from both wood and from ice that Jack could tell was from the inner area of a glacier so it would take longer to melt. North dusted his hands off and turned to him, which allowed him to see a difference in his appearance. His sleeves were rolled up and Jack noticed that on one of North's forearms, the word naughty was tattooed, and on the other, nice. North glanced to the side where an Elf appeared and grabbed a plate from it. Jack was beginning to wonder where these little critters were coming from with how easily they appeared. He took a deep breath as he looked around as North presented what the Elf had been carrying.

"Fruitcake?" to that, Jack felt his skin crawl – it was one of the worst inventions that humans could conjure – and he had no desire to eat it.

"Ah, no, thanks…" North shrugged and tossed the fruitcake – several elves appearing from nowhere to devour it – Jack momentarily blinked as he looked up to North, and noticed the man was walking closer.

"Now we get down to tacks of brass!" to that, Jack felt an unnatural chill settle into his bones.

"Tacks of brass?" Jack muttered to himself as North cracked his knuckles. Jack stood silent in momentary discomfort as the wind suddenly slammed North's office door behind them. Jack decided that the wind was a traitor at that moment, and frowned before taking note that the door locked itself as well. As he glared at the door his attention was brought back to the shadow suddenly appearing over him, and he turned back. North moved in close to him, backing him up against the door. In that moment, Jack felt like a trapped animal, and had half a mind to lash out, but was doing his best not to.

"Who are you, Jack Frost? What is your center?" North poked him in the chest, and Jack narrowed his eyes as he bared his teeth a little.

"My center?" he asked this in hopes that North hadn't uncovered something that he knew would be nothing short of horrific if he did.

"If Man in Moon chose you to be a Guardian, you must have something very special inside." Jack felt himself flinch at that, knowing North was partly right, but was worried it would be nothing good. North stood up straight and began to stroke his beard as he gave Jack a curious look.

"Hmmmm?" North glanced towards a shelf where a Matroyshka was settled, and smiled in an idea as he eyed the one that looked like himself.

"Here. This is how you see me, no? Very big, intimidating. But if you get to know me a little…." He handed a doll to Jack. "Well, go on."

Jack gave North a curious look, and then, slowly, while keeping his eyes on the man, set down his staff. While tense on the fact that he may still be put in an uncomfortable situation, once more he twisted the doll in half and looked inside to find another carved one of North. This one was much more typically of the appearance of Santa Claus – red-cheeked and cheery.

"You are downright jolly?" he asked cautiously.

"Ah, but not just jolly…" Jack screwed open the doll again and looked at another one. The dolls got progressively smaller as he twisted them open, all versions of North, but all slightly different.

"I am also mysterious…." Jack twisted again to show another doll brandishing two swords.

"And fearless…." Again, and he saw a doll holding woodland creatures with teary eyes.

"And caring….and at my center…."

Jack unscrewed the final doll to find an infant wrapped in red cloth with large blue eyes. He frowned and felt a faint head rush coming on as he rubbed the front of his head, and brushed his bangs out of his face while staring at it in complete and utter confusion. North drew closer and Jack frowned again as he dropped the doll into his hand.

"There's a tiny wooden baby?" North placed it back into his hand, and Jack glanced up at him, showing North the vibrant silver of his eyes.

"Look closer. What do you see?" he asked as Jack held it closer to examine it.

"You… have big eyes?" to that, North smiled.

"Yes! Big eyes! Very big! Because they are full! Of wonder! That is my center. It is what I was born with. Eyes that have always seen the wonder in everything!" North raised his hands, and Jack stared onward as the toys amongst the shelves suddenly sang with life.

Jack-in-the boxes popped open, toy trains sped around the room, soldiers marched, planes flew overhead, and an elf was carried away by a balloon. A flying plane glided by and made circles about the room, letting Jack take it all in as it flew by a tree that came to life with glowing fairy lights and twinkled with freshly fallen snow. A small gust of wind opened the double doors and a flying car entered the factory floor as North walked onward and Jack followed slowly.

"Yes! Eyes that see lights in the trees, and magic in the air!" the man stood outside of his office as toys flew around the massive chamber and brought forth wonder and awe as Jack realized this was, indeed, what North had meant and his sense of wonder was truthfully magical in all of the same ways that his snow was.

"This wonder is what I put into the world, and what I protect in children. It is what makes me a Guardian. It is my center. What is yours?" North watched as Jack settled relaxed before him. Slowly but surely the boy's timber wolf silver eyes looked up into his and he watched as the boy looked down unsure of what to think of the entire situation.

"I don't know." And as he looked down, his silver eyes went into the normal Alice blue. Jack looked down into his open palm, and the wooden baby stared back at him. North closed Jack's hand. They exchange a look as North smiled, reassuring the boy of the fact that he was on the right path.

{Main Room of the North Pole: 3:05pm}

"Bunny, I just don't quite get what your whole meaning is when you say that there's something wrong about Jack!" Tooth said. Sandy watched, perplexed.

"I'm tellin' ya! He is not what you think!" to that, North walked into the room and their eyes settled on him and his discomfort.

"Bunny? What is matter?" he questioned.

"North….has somethin' been up with frostbite?" the Guardian of Wonder sighed.

"Good question…I iz wondering something da…..Sandy….you hav known Jack for long time no? Iz his eyes alvays like zat?" Sandy put a set of symbols above his head.

"Care to elaborate upon that, North?"

"Vhell…da….his eyes….are de blue or silver?" in that second, Sandy looked alarmed and set off a series of symbols.

"His eyes will do that with emotion influxes….depends on how he feels at the time being….he could be very angry or very hurt….depends…" they nodded and then North frowned.

"I just get feeling…..zat something is….off…." North's accent was thicker than normal, meaning his concern was great.

"I was just tellin' Tooth and Sandy dat before ya came. Frost has somethin' offsettin' about im', sumthan dark mate…." North glowered.

"But not Pitch?" Bunny shook his head.

"Na, it's older ah colder mate…." Tooth grimaced.

"Older and colder? That doesn't make sense, Bunny!" North frowned as he stroked his beard.

"Not exactly! Jack is powerful no Sandy?" the golden man nodded.

"Yes he is…"

"What if he is….how do you say…..very unable to use power due to no memory of some years?" Tooth eyed him.

"Are suggesting I see if I can access his Immortal memories, North?" she questioned.

"Possibly…..we hold off…question, though…what is dark feeling from Jack?" Sandy lowered a bit and set off more symbols while they all waited what they would say.

"No, I cannot answer that I'm afraid….Jack can only be the one to answer that question when he is ready to. For now….we will only be able to trust him. I swear it."

"How can ya be so sure, mate? What if…." Sandy shook his head.

"Jack may have a ruthless touch to him….but he would never think of betraying his friends. That is something that is most certainly not part of whom he is."

"Alright Sandy….we will trust you.." Sandy smiled.

"Good." Sandy could only hope that those words rang true for Jack as well, because in the coming days he would need that, and so would all of them.

{Beneath the Earth in Burgess: 10:09pm}

Pitch felt an unnatural spike in the air as he looked around his chamber in questioning of why it was so unseasonably cold in the early-middle of spring. He frowned as he felt an irritating bite creep into his chamber, along with an ancient darkness that made his nerve endings tingle and his flesh crawl. An eerie smile crept across his face as he looked over the giant pit before his throne and saw hundreds of gold gleaming eyes appear from the shadows, and all he could do was continue to smirk demonically at the scene. The Guardians would never see any of this coming, and he would be excited to watch them crumble to their knees in subjugation to him. However, the uncommonly dark chill was steadily creeping up his legs and clawing at his heart which startled him somewhat.

"What is this? I haven't felt this since….no…..impossible!" Pitch Black, King of Fear, former general of the Lunanoff's Golden Age, had not felt this type of cold and unrelenting terror since the mid-late eighteen hundreds. The sensation was not what had him ever-so-slightly spooked, was what followed that sensation.

"Surely that monster hasn't begun to stir again has it? That vile Hunter cannot live! Not after all I and those of the shadows have pushed forward! No! He hasn't reared his head in over a century! Damn it all!"

Pitch knew that the sensation of ancient, creeping, terrifying cold, was not of a dark origin like himself, but fairly close. It was a Hunter, a destructive creation unleashed by the Man in the Moon nearly four centuries ago. Pitch Black, as well as a few others, had been in a confrontation with it, and a few others several years ago, from the year eighteen hundred to eighteen eighty-six, which should have harmed those of the light, but because of the Hunter, because of the Man in the Moon's precious bloodthirsty, heartless, sadistic Hunter, they had failed. Since that final battle, the Hunter hadn't reared its head, but given time, Pitch knew that wouldn't last, as nothing never truthfully did. However, he also knew a key detail that the Hunter was no friend to dark or light creatures nor spirits, and if it saw fit, it would kill without mercy – regardless of the distinctions.

Nonetheless, Pitch could not count upon the Hunter to be on his side this time, as it was typically a neutral party, and unwilling to battle with either party unless interested or given reason to. The Hunter relied upon a connection with someone or something in a group in order to side with them, and without a plausible connection Pitch and whomever else would have none of even a slim chance to convince the Hunter – whom would more than likely be on the side of the Guardians. Pitch sighed as he looked at the glowing lights upon his Globe of Belief and frowned – soon those lights would be gone, and he could do as he so well pleased – but until then, he had to find a means to defeat the Guardians, and if possible, confront the Hunter, if it was on their side or not.

"I'll deal with the Hunter if it is indeed upon their side, and if it is not, then I suppose I should be grateful….the last thing I need at this point is the Hunter deciding I'd make a nice wall pelt." None the less, Pitch did wonder why now, of all times, did the Hunter chose to rear its head.

{North Pole: 1:30am}

The night had been rather peaceful and quiet, which Jack had been grateful for, seeing as he was surprisingly tired tonight, but as the evening wore on, and he was resting in his bed serenely and undisturbed by the other Guardians - whom he hoped were also asleep – the more a sense of discomfort came to him. Now, three hours since that had begun, he was lying, curled into a ball in his bed, with his head throbbing in an excruciating pain that had spread throughout his entire body. It had started as a light headache, and then increased tenfold by midnight, and at this point Jack could not decide if lying flat and still would be better than curling up and cradling himself or not. He let out a pained gasp and bit into his lip as a shock of pain rippled from his chest outwards like a radiation of energy. His body trembled as he struggled to straighten himself as his arms shook and then gave way to him lying on his side with one arm curled to his chest and the other stretched out as he took in deep panting breaths of exhaustion.

"What's happening? Why am I hurting so bad I…." a sharp jolt came from his chest and ran from the tips of his toes to the tips of his hair. It felt as if someone was squeezing the life out of his heart slowly, and enjoying the torture. His breath came into his lungs in a swift rush and left him as a pain so sharp, it felt like a blow forced the breath he'd just taken in painfully from his lungs.

"Sandy….help…." his form leaned forward in a vain attempt at getting up and to Sandy, which resulted in him collapsing to the floor in a ragged breathed heap as the thump alerted Sandy, who was lightly sleeping.

The little golden man heard the sound and noticed that it had come from Jack's room. In concern, he'd rushed out of his room and glided quietly to the boy's before opening the door to find the boy shaking and in pain as he shut the door and came to Jack who looked up at him, weakly. The boy's eyes were a dead-toned timber-wolf silver that left Sandy speechless as he carefully picked Jack up and laid on the bed on his back with a pillow under his head as Sandy checked the boy's pulse. Jack felt unnaturally cold – even for him – and his pulse was faint, which left Sandy with a single conclusion that concerned him even more than the boy's condition. He glanced up at the moon that was showing through the window and narrowed his eyes.

"You better do something, Tsar!"

"I cannot stop what has already begun…Sanderson, I am sorry…." Sandy narrowed his eyes and tisked before looking at Jack, who was slowly easing off to sleep.

"At least put him out of pain for now so he can rest! He needs this, Tsar! Please!" amomentary lapse in silence covered him, and then the Man in the Moon finally responded.

"I can do that much….but the reality of this world cannot be changed for a single child….I am sorry, Sanderson….but fear not…no death will claim the Spirit of Winter.…as I am sure you are aware…"

"All too aware….you did not have to do this!" Sandy glared and the moon seemed to frown.

"I hadn't the choice….the truth of this has been preordained and cannot be altered. Dear friend, do as you have done in the past and allow him to survive….keep him in one piece, or at least….make it to where he can fix himself this time."

"I will!" Sandy felt the Man in the Moon disappear, and his attention fell to Jack whose eyes were still faintly lifeless for the time being, but as he watched, his sight slowly but surely revived and relief flooded him.

"Sandy….can you….ahhh..." he gritted his teeth at the sensation of pain that came like a pulse from his chest and spread out. Sandy shushed him and settled upon the bed and began to card his fingers through the boy's snowy hair that glinted silver in the moonlight. He smiled as he looked at the boy – he was slowly but surely falling asleep.

"Rest, Jack, all will be well by morning…." The message seemed to get to the boy, and slowly but surely the boy fell asleep. However, Sandy's thoughts were not eased.

"I can only hope that I am right….because if not….trust may not be our only issue…"

Sandy remained in the room with Jack until much later into the night, in hopes of keeping the boy calm and allowed him a peaceful slumber. Jack actually appeared to be resting soundly as he checked up on him periodically, and found himself easing slightly while considering what would come in the near future. Jack needed people to trust him, and the Guardians needed to trust the boy as well. Conversely, Sandy knew that the others were being kept out of secrets that might have been better off not being revived, and the little golden man knew that, but it didn't stop what was happening – nor what would happen. Jack would face many things in the near future, and it wouldn't change in the years to come, but he could hope that something would give a little bit soon, or Jack would be left without anyone to hold him together when the time came.

"Please, let him have someone to hold onto…..there may come a time when I can't be that person, so just….let him find solace in the others as well..."

{….}

And what do you think you'd understand? I'm boy, no, I'm a man, you can't take me - and throw me away….

{…}

Author's Note:

Okay, first off, thank you for my reviewers you all are amazing! Help me reach high reviews okay?

Secondly, this story will have around 50 or so chapters so it will take time.

Third, I will not update until chapters 5-7 are completed, and after that I will have to not update until December 12th which is after final exams.

Oh, and to clear the air on the love interests: it is not Tooth or Wind. But the love interest for Jack is a female. Hope you all enjoyed the chapter and I look forward to your reviews. I'll try to update soon and also fill in the request of Jack being a little lighter hearted and comical. No worries, I was just setting up the basis for the plot line.

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The night air unnerved him to some extent and he found himself pouring over an old book of legends and lore from their world and just so slightly resulted in him stumbling across something that left one E. Aster Bunnymund questioning what the reason was for him finding this on the night that Sandy was browsing as well in the library. The Easter Bunny had uncovered a very ancient and very frightening story that chilled his bones more than Jack Frost ever could.

"De Skördeman av Måne….what is that?"

Bunnymund had uncovered a legend that Tsar Lunanoff had tried so hard to keep quiet. But not even the powers of the moon could stop the whispers of immortals.

Chapter 5: Winter