I feel so bad that I haven't updated in forever. FORGIVE ME!!

Anyways, summer is finally here so I will be able to update a lot more :D just don't expect an update every day because, sadly, you probably won't get it.

And I am also sorry that this is a short chapter, but please enjoy for now! Suspense it building up!

Anyways, I'm rambling, and you guys probably won't read this anyways. Just please(if you are reading) make sure to vote and comment!

Enjoy!

-Dragons103

I would like to tell you that I stayed in a 5-star hotel for the remainder of the week.

But then I'd be lying.

You could probably tell I was lying anyways.

I got to stay in a comfy one-room prison cell. Don't worry, it's the next best thing, guys!

I'm sure you could tell that that was sarcasm.

I guess that the one thing that you could consider good(if you can consider it good) is that I got to keep my staff. Not that it could have done any good in my situation, but I felt good that I got to keep it. It felt like a friend that I had been with forever.

After the 3rd hour, I was able to escape.

Well, as close to escape that you can in Pitch's lair. There's...not really anywhere that you can go. So I basically ran and hid for a while.

That didn't work out.

Not only that but I was put in a different cell.

So I decided to wait around for a while; did a little bit of nothing. I was hoping that the rest of the guardians were out looking for me, but so far there wasn't much hope in that.

And those were the least of my problems.

So, you remember the little experiment I decided to try to get my powers back? Well, I don't know if it was working or not, but it had better be worth the cold. After my first escape attempt, I was lying around and doing nothing, when suddenly my body just stiffened up for a second and a gust of cold went through my body. I quickly looked at a small puddle of water on the ground to see a little bit of my hair had gone from brown to white.

Was that a good thing? I had no idea.

I guess the one thing that I had to look forward to was the fact that Pitch was stupid. Or maybe I was the stupid one for falling for a trap, but I don't really know for sure. He didn't leave anyone guarding my cell, and I took that advantage to somehow pick the lock with my staff(I don't know how I was able to manage that). I ran out of the cell and tried to find an exit hole, but found nothing but Pitch himself. He only smiled and the next thing I knew was that I was back in the same cell, though this time it was locked up again.

I guess that not long later, it was bedtime, because at some point in time(there are no clocks in Pitch's lair; how does that guy know what time it is?), Pitch showed up with 3 nightmares. He smiled and said, "Revenge time."

That didn't leave me too reassured.

The fact that the nightmares then charged me didn't help either.

I had nightmares that night. A lot of them.

I woke up in the morning to find my cheeks wet with tears and my body on the floor. I don't even remember what I dreamed about, only that it must have been bad. I gasped then as another bolt of cold washed up my body. I looked in the puddle of water to see my hair with more streaks of white in it. I waited for the cold to go away, but a part of it lingered there.

I was starting to doubt my brilliant plan. I mean, I don't blame Elsa in the slightest, because it is really my fault. I have no one to blame but myself.

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I had another nightmare last night. I still couldn't remember it. I was worried because of that. Why couldn't I remember what I dreamed about? What made me so scared?

What was killing me?

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I escaped again, later, though for some reason I didn't really find it worth it.

There was nowhere to go, only places to hide where Pitch would just find me again. I don't really know what seemed to lower my confidence. I suspected the nightmare. Jeez, for not remembering it I was sure acting strange.

I pressed myself against the wall. I was hiding, though I knew that there was no way out. Pitch Black would find me, no matter what the cost.

I couldn't use my magic. My staff sat next to me, useless in my hand, though I clutched it tightly. The other guardians would find me. All I had to do at the moment was wait, and stay out of sight.

I turned my head and looked at the few pieces of glass on the ground, examining my reflection. I blinked a few times, still not used to the look of the boy who was looking back at me. But I knew that it was true. And I was going to have to get used to it. I just wondered what Jaime would say when he saw me like this.

I rubbed my arms. It was really cold. My breath shown out in the damp of Pitch's lair. Of all the times for it to be cold, I thought. I shivered. What was I going to do?

I needed a plan. But as of that moment, I wasn't sure of what to do. All that I wanted to do was keep warm. I had never been cold in my life, but I was now.

I closed my eyes and laid my head against the wall. Where are you guys? I thought. I could use a little help, here!

I wasn't sure how long it had been before I fell asleep, but eventually peaceful blackness overtook me. I dreamed of being my old self again, throwing snowballs and having fun with Jamie and his friends. I missed the wind and flying. When the other guardians had seen my condition, they all softened up to me. I didn't mind, but I didn't want their sympathy. What I wanted was whatever Pitch had stolen from me, and to return to normal. It hadn't been an easy 2 weeks.

A sharp bang brought me back to reality. My eyes snapped open to see Pitch in front of me. I had never been afraid of the Boogyman, and I tried to show it to Pitch, but in reality deep down I was afraid. There was nothing that I could do. I had no powers anymore to protect myself. And Pitch seemed to be enjoying his revenge.

"Get up, Overland," He snapped.

"That's not my name!" I argued back. "It's who I was, not who I am now!"

"But Jack," Pitch smiled evilly. "Don't you see? It is who you are now."