POV Elsa

When I woke up I saw Jackie next to me. “Mum!” He exhaled, “Are you alright?” He was looking at me with worry showing off him. I tried to sit but I felt sharp pain in my abdomen. “No, mum! Take it easy!”Jackie held my shoulders and I took his hand off from me. “No need to worry,” I smiled to him and I touched the blade that was sticking out of me. It turned into golden dream sand and flew away. “Oh.. Yeah, you’re a guardian,” Jackie sighed.

I hugged my son, ”Thank you for searching us.” Even though the situation was what it was I felt joy when he responded to my hug. Suddenly I noticed that Emma wasn’t in the room with us. “Where is Emma?” I gasped.

Jackie shook his head and seemed sad. “Pitch is controlling her, the prophecy might come true and she will choose darkness,” his voice was breaking apart. “No,” I whispered and my heart was being crushed. “We will get her and then get the fudge out from here!”

“Jackie!” I was stunned for his choice of language. He smiled, “Sorry mum. I guess I am not the little boy you knew anymore.” He stood up and now I saw him, standing tall and certain. He knew his goal. His brown eyes were almost showing fire when he walked to the door.

I stood up also, holding my still healing wound. “Stand back, I will handle it,” Jackie whispered. Then I saw how he aimed a cool breeze combined with ice spikes towards the door. It was so powerful that the spikes get stuck on the wall and the door. He kicked the door. He hit it with his fist. Not a scratch.

Jackie sighed, and closed his eyes. I had to hold onto my hair because he was gathering the air around him, concentrating the power of wind to him. He pointed at the door with his front finger and smirked, furrowing his eyebrows. The blast hit the door from its place. “Time to go,” he turned around and smiled to me. Then I saw a dark figure at the door.

“No! Watch out!” I yelled to Jackie who’s expression was surprised, his eyes wide. He glanced towards the door and then I saw how Pitch was laughing. “Going somewhere son?” Pitch grinned and molded some sand between his hands. He created a spear.

“You bastard!” Jackie hissed and threw Pitch with strike of ice crystals powered up by ice wind. He was too late. Pitch used the spear to drop my son down. Pitch stepped onto Jackie’s chest and pointed the tip of the spear to Jackie’s chest.

“Let him go!” I screamed and tried to make him fall by using throwing a snowball. I missed. My aim is terrible. ”Well, well.. A worrying mother,” Pitch said sarcastically. He nodded towards me while kicking Jackie to his face, my son grunted. “Trap her,” Pitch said to a dark sand figure. It reminded me of Sandy, “Nice isn’t it? I did it by myself because I enjoy seeing Sandman like this,” Pitch grinned.

Then Pitch watched Jackie again, the black Sandy tied me down. “I beg of you, do whatever you want to me. Just let my child be!” I pleaded from Pitch when Jackie was gasping for air, Pitch was pressing Jackie’s neck by stepping over it. “Should I? Nah!” Pitch laughed and he pointed the spear back to Jackie.

“The heart?” Pitch said happily when he pressed the spear’s tip to the place where Jackie’s heart was. Jackie moaned when the tip pierced his skin. “Oh shut up already!” Pitch rolled his eyes and opened Jackie’s mouth, he stuffed it full of nightmare sand. Jackie was coughing but Pitch sealed the mouth with a piece of clothing that he ripped from his sleeve.

I saw tear running on Jackie’s cheek. “No, stop it!” I yelled as I saw my son suffering. Pitch chuckled and grinned to me in evil way. “You know that I enjoy this very much? Do you?” He slided the spears tip across my son’s chest, cutting it but not deep. My breath was becoming shallow.

“Now I know!” Pitch yelled in excitement. ”How about piercing you from..right..here?” Pitch said while pressing the spear through Jackie’s side between the ribs. Jackie was screaming but it got muffled because of his mouth being shut.

Pitch patted Jackie’s cheek, “This sure was fun boy.” After saying that he left and the black Sandy let me go. I ran to Jackie immediately after they let me go free. “I am so sorry,” I cried when I removed the spear from him.

I was embracing my son. “M-mum..I..I feel s-so…c-cold..” Jackie whispered while his breathing was crackling. His face was turning pale and his eyes were as wide as plates. His hand pressed against his bleeding wound. “My sweet son, I love you so much,” I petted his cheek. “Don’t be scared, mommy is here,” I tried to hold onto my tears.

He looked so frightened. His breathing was rapid while he gasped for air. Pitch had punctured his lung. I can’t help him, I just can be here for him now. I took his hand in mine and he squeezed it hard. “I am sorry, I am so sorry,” I sobbed while sitting next to him. My body was shivering. Even I was afraid now. My son is dying on me.

POV Emma

I am looking at a guy, he seems couple of years older than me but if he really is who he says he is. I mean.. He is older than my dad. He has golden blonde hair and green eyes, staring at me. His smile is rather faint and I see how his face and body looks dehydrated and unnourished. He has strong facial features and brownish eyebrows. His cheeks are slightly sucked in his face because of the unnourished state.

“You don’t look well either,” I told to Jonathan, the man that we know also as father time. His laughter wasn’t warm, it was like without emotion and just echoing in the room. It was as if he just laughed because he would be supposed to do so, not because he would be doing it from the heart.

I sighed, “Is there a way out? I really need to find my family.” He shook his head, “Would you think that I would be stuck in here if there was a way out? BUT!  have been doing some archeological diggings.” His hand wrapped around mine and he leaded me to the dark corner where he came.

I rolled my eyes and the thought of them being black really hurt me. I liked them blue better. “Really now? Digging your way through nightmare sand wall?” I shook my hand so he would let go. He hummed, “Yeah. I am almost through.”

I sat on the ground and pulled my legs against my chest, embracing my knees. I looked at him digging the wall, maybe it is actually working? “So…why are you here anyway?” I asked while being bored.

He sighed, “Pitch captured me.” I waited him to continue but he just kept on digging. “Why?” I asked again. ”It had something to do with Guardian of Fun. He wanted to change the past with my help,” he told me. My heart was pounding, he was talking about dad. “Change it how?” I exhaled.

He stopped digging and turned around, sat in front of me. While staring me into my eyes he sighed, “Aren’t you a curious one. Why?” I clutched the fabric of my dress that was black now. “H-he is my dad,” I whispered . “Oh,” Jonathan gasped. ”Well, Pitch wanted to prevent him becoming the Winter Spirit in the first place since it is hard to kill a guardian,” Jonathan rubbed his neck and seemed troubled.

“Did you do it?” I whispered. I cannot lose my dad also. He shook his head, “No. I wouldn’t have done it anyway but I can’t do it either. Past cannot be changed, I can just look into past, tell things about the future. And travel through time and spaces,” he smiled.

My eyes widened, “C-can you find out where my brother and mother are?” He smirked, “Guardian of Caring?” I nodded to him. ”Sure I can but I can’t keep it up for long in this state of my body,” he smiled faintly. “Don’t be scared, in that state I might look like a freak,” he chuckled.

Jonathan stepped back and lifted his front finger in front of his mouth. He smiled while he told me to hush. He closed his eyes. I startled when he opened his eyes suddenly. His green eyes were now plain white. I waved my hand in front of him but he didn’t see it. His face slowly turned towards me, he had odd glow on him. It was white hue and then he spoke. “Earth moves, world spins and time passes,” his voice was echoing in the room and loud, it was as if there was two people talking simultaneously.

“I see everything, I feel everything. All around me, no limitations of time and space. What do you wish to know?” Now I noticed that he was floating in the air. “I.. I need to know where my brother and mother are in this castle,” I whispered. “It shall be done,” Jonathan’s voice was blank as he touched his forehead.

“Guardian of Caring and Guardian of Believe are both located one floor up,” Jonathan told me. Then he fell to ground and when I got to him he was holding his head and moaning. “You told me where my mother is! How about my brother?” I saw that Jonathan’s eyes were now green. ”Honestly I don’t know. I just give people information etc but I don’t remember much after going to that state,” he said with rough voice, it was like his throat was dry. Now I noticed how his body shivered and while he tried to stand he fell back to ground.

“I am sorry,” I exhaled when I watched him struggle. He did that for me and I pressured him. “Who is the Guardian of Believe anyway?” I asked from him and he shrugged his shoulders. “I have never heard of that type of guardian,” he looked me into my eyes.

“Ah! Time to go!” I gasped and then I took some seeds from my dresses secret pocket. I threw them close to the place where Jonathan had tried to dig through wall. “Grow my darlings,” I whispered and the vines grew, pierced through the wall. Then I kicked the spot and it crumbled. “After you,” I told to Jonathan who nodded in gratitude.

We were now out. “Let’s look for your family,” Jonathan exhaled. We were now sneaking inside of Pitch’s hideout. His dark castle filled with nightmares and horrendous thoughts. When we walked on the corridors, trying to be hidden a sudden pulse made me gasp. It hurt a lot when I felt it.

“What is wrong?” Jonathan turned around. ”I..I don’t feel alright,” I whispered as I fell to my knees.

Kill. Devour. Hate. Destroy life.

Words were repeating on my mind. I held my head, “Leave me alone!” I screamed to the voices that were like a whisper that was getting louder. “Can I help you somehow?” Jonathan kneeled next to me.

My breathing came shallow.

Take life. No one deserves life. Take it away.

”Stop it, stop it!” I yelled and hit my head with my hand. Jonathan was still next to me. His hand touched my shoulder. Then I fainted while the last words were repeating on my mind.

You are death.

Death.

You are The Death.

A/N:

Hello my lovely Snow Storm!

So a bit darker chapter. Feelings after this one? Here, some comfort! *throws chocolate*

What do you believe that is going to happen next?