Jack let out a low hiss as he examined the
former site of the portal. Tiny fragments of glass and the familiar look to the
portal told him what had caused it. Jamie had informed him earlier that he and
his friends had found one of Santa’s snow globes after the big battle in the
streets and skies of Burgess a few months ago. Jack had been planning on taking
it back to North after he had finished playing with his friends.
Unfortunately that wasn’t going to be an option
any more since the snow globes North created exploded when they were activated,
the magic disintegrating the glass as it spread out to create a portal to
wherever the person who had shaken the snow globe had told it too. Jack just
wished he knew where this particular one had sent the kids.
He hadn’t been able to catch much of what had
been being said over the noise of the children all shouting at once, the only
possible hint he had was that Jamie had mentioned that the globe was Santa’s.
Jack both hoped and feared that the portal had led to Santoff Claussen, the
home of Santa Claus, or as Jack knew him, Nicholas St. North, the Guardian of
Wonder.
Hoped because if the children had been dropped
off inside, they would be warm, safe and easy-ish to find. Feared because if
they had been dropped off outside, they could be children-sicles before he got
there.
That train of thoughts made up his mind for
him. He shot outside, calling on the wind to carry him to Santoff Claussen as
he took his first steps back onto the porch. Picking up on his urgency the wind
blew him towards the North Pole as fast as possible.
It took longer than Jack would have liked to
get up to the workshop where North was busy working away, making him cuss
himself out for not picking up the tiny emergency snow globe that North had
been trying to give him since Easter when he had first signed up for the
Guardian gig. However when he flitted in through the window that had no glass
and was the Man in the Moon’s access to the Globe Room of Santoff Claussen, he
was greeted by a sight that lifted his spirits.
North’s globe, which was brightly lit by the
glows symbolising all the children who believed in the Guardians, had gained a
small group of little lights right here at the North Pole.
“Okay, so you know they’re here.” Jack told
himself as he let out a relieved sigh and balanced on the railing near North’s
control panel, ignoring the looks he was getting from the yetis who still weren’t
used to not trying to kick him out of the workshop after a couple of centuries
of him trying to break in. “The question is where.” He got down and started
looking around as he tried to remember which way North had led him during the
brief tour, “I mean they have to be inside and if they’re inside you’re only in
trouble if they got caught and...” Jack paused his monologue as the nearby
double doors burst open and North entered the room, followed by an ecstatic
looking Jamie and an ever bouncy Sophie. “I’m in trouble.”
“Jack Frost.” North looked like he wasn’t sure
whether to be pleased or not, probably because it was Jack’s band of believers
who had invaded his workshop a month before Christmas, “Is good that you are
here.” North patted him on the shoulder. Whether he knew his own strength or
not, Jack staggered at the impact, “You can help find other children, no? And
then we can be having words.”
Definitely in trouble, Jack decided.
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And that's all I have written so far.
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