Jack flung ice at the dark tendrils trying to wrap around him. He screamed for Bunny, but received no answer.

One shadowy piece of shadow wrapped around his ankle causing him to fall out of the sky and slam his face into the ground. Spitting out dirt and trying to pull away Jack felt a cold hand on his shoulder. "Please don't panic Jack." said the cold yet soft voice of Pitch Black. Of course Jack just panicked even more, pulling and straining at the shadow.

Pitch calmly flipped him over onto his back. "Jack, I need your help."

"Please don't Pitch. Don't. Whatever you're wanting to do, please don't."

"I need your help. You don't understand how much." Pitch's hand rested on his chest then pushed. His hand didn't stop. It kept going until Jack could feel it wrap around his heart and squeeze. Jack screamed as he felt the fearlings race out of Pitch's fingertips and fuse with his heart. Even when he couldn't scream anymore he kept trying to push some sound out. His head pounded and he could feel the fearlings leaping through his blood and rejoicing as they conquered yet another part of his body. Then Jack felt his center begin to fade away. All the fun he saw in life began to turn grey and pointless. It was the worst feeling of loss he could think of.

Then he knew nothing at all.

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When his eyes fluttered open the first thing he saw was a man with black hair, gold eyes, and grey skin. Master, his mind supplied for him. He slowly stood as his Master watched him.

"Do you know who you are?" his Master asked, his British accent flowing over him like soothing water. He shook his head. "Your name is Jokul Frosti. You are my son."

Bunny ran through the forests in Burgess looking for Jack yet found nothing. He needed his mate, there was no wanting about it, he needed him. His voice creaked as he yelled his mate's name. "Jack?" he croaked. He was once again met with nothing.

Where was he?