Jack Frost: The End Becomes the Beginning by William Joyce

Author:William Joyce [Joyce, William]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Juvenile Fiction, Action & Adventure, General, Holidays & Celebrations, Fairy Tales & Folklore, Adaptations
ISBN: 9781481415545
Google: RYZ0AwAAQBAJ
Amazon: B00FNVSGNE
Publisher: Simon and Schuster
Published: 2018-11-20T05:00:00+00:00

And still every movement was unnaturally slowed down. I saw Ombric leading the way, and it dawned on me: The great wizard was slowing time.

Pitch triggered his weapon. Its blinding light emerged in slow motion, like a column of glowing clay. Using all of his powers, Ombric waded through this slowing of time to block the ray from consuming Nightlight. Raising his arms above his head, he fanned out his cloak until it made a near-perfect circle that shielded us all from the death beam that crept closer. From that moment, we who were behind Ombric regained our normal sense of time while everything in front of him grew slower still. North and the other Guardians stood with us.

Nightlight looked to the open sky, his diamond dagger held aloft with its moonbeam glowing. And in a fraction of a second he vanished, vanished into the heavens. I stared after him. Where was he going? Why?

Pitch stared as well, and his fury became unhinged. The old wizard was struggling against the intensity of the relic weapon’s ray as Pitch fired again and again. North waved for us to join him in readying one of the reflectors so as to give Ombric aid. But I could not keep from worrying about the full meaning of Nightlight’s leaving.

The reflector jammed; it was stuck and would not move. North and Sandy were pushing at it with all of their might, but Ombric seemed to be disintegrating in the savage brilliance of the ray. Then an even brighter light filled the entire sky. It was a dazzling, unnatural light, brighter than a dozen suns. All fighting ceased. No being, good or evil, could help but be mesmerized at the sight of a light so confounding.

I could hear Pitch’s coarse breathing in the sudden quiet. He sounded . . . afraid. Afraid of what was coming.

As we all looked skyward, the light splintered into seven separate points, like stars, but more radiant than any star I’ve ever seen.

“It is the Seven Stars of the Nightlights,” said MiM in awe.

And as he said this, the seven stars arranged themselves into what appeared to be a giant constellation of a single face. From it came a voice so deep and full that I could feel it as much as hear it.

“Our brother Nightlight will not be yours, Pitch,” the voice boomed. “Your schemes are finished, and we are finished with you!”

Then from the constellation came a great enveloping of their light. It wrapped around the Nightmare Armies, melting and molding them into giant clots that began to encircle Pitch. These clots condensed and calcified until they became super concentrated darkness. They became dark matter. A single lashlike strand of the light knotted around the relic weapon and snapped it away from Pitch’s clutches, instantly separating it into its four distinct pieces. The egg on its staff, the sword, the Dreamsand, and the ruby box. The relics spiraled into the waiting hands of their true owners, Bunnymund, North, Sandy, and Tooth.

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