Here I come... The Start of a Journey

[Jack Frost]

The duffle bag thumped off of the icer's back with every slap of his foot against the earthen ground. Retane had given jack the oblong bag and told him to return to the Horsemen hideout. The jade alien had looked disturbed, perhaps by another presence when Jack departed. If Jack had learned anything about the namekian by now, it was he didn't take kindly to others. He himself hoped no fights would occur but Retane's face said otherwise.

Jack ran through the trees as silent and as quick as possible. It was his job to protect and defend the Horsemen in any way he could and this seemed to be a bit petty of a job for him. He wanted to fight by Retane's side but he was denied by the humanoid himself. Hell, Jack didnt even know how to locate the hideout!

As Jack racked his brain for memories of the Jade Reckoning, Frost stumbled over a surfaced root on the ground and came to a skidding halt. He stood back up with regained posture and looked back at the upturned root. It was about as thick as his staff and looked to be a foreign wood jack hadn't seen before except on one other occasion.

The white haired adolescent let his eyes follow the rouge root up to the base of a dark coated giant of a tree with red leaves. Jack preceeded cautiously to the tree, the bag steadily thumping on the small of his back with each step. As Jack became close to the red topped giant his wandering eyes noticed a knot on the bark. It appeared to retain the shape of a fist almost. Upon even closer inspection of the "fist", it rested upon a hair-width fissure separating the knot from the surrounding area of bark.

The boy of ice let out his free hand to grasp the bump. His pale skin felt the rough bark in his palm. Jack twisted the fist clockwise in one rotation. He expected a door or passageway to appear in the surrounding area, yet his puerile thoughts were put to shame when nothing occurred. Frost lost his curiosity and let disappointment take over as he let go of the knot.

As quick as his hopes had drained, the released knob twisted the opposite way of Jack's previous turning and a panel of the bark slid up concealing the knot and replacing it with a lit staircase. Jack reacted as quick as he could and jumped back in his low crouching defensive stance, tightening his grip on Savior in both palms as it was thrusted forward.

The icer was stunned at the panel's revealing. Then he remembered the slung bag on his shoulder.

"I found it.. I did it!" He stated in disbelief. "WHOOOHOOO!!!" The juvenile jumped in the air pumping his fist and laughed as he fell on his back on the ground.

Jack rose a moment later and after a brief second of dusting himself off, he ran through the lit passage. As he ran down, barely touching the stairs with his feet, he exclaimed "I'm homeee!!!" To no one in general.

Jack reached the familiar den at the bottom of the stairs. He looked around at the coincidental earthen centered colors of the room. His gaze wandered over the vast room when he noticed a rack above the wrap-around sofa. He suddenly rem me mbered why retane sent him here to the Reckoning. Jack unzipped the duffle bag and reached for the sword retane had spoken of, the gift of tapion, the weapon of the Horsemen, The Brave Sword.

The adolescent took it in both hands and gazed upon it. Its most memorable feature being the hilt. It had carved into the metal, an intricate shadowed wolf head. The hilt had to have been made in painstakingly crucial detail. The wolf head looked proud as its large mane made it look even mor pompous.

"Dont get me wrong retane," jack began "I love the whole lone wolf crap, but I mean c'mon! I see you more as a tiger person anyways."

Jack diverted his gaze to the rack and placed the detailed sword horizontally upon it. The rack accepted it without adjustments, making a perfect fit. The icer stepped back and placed his hands on his hips and admired his handy work. His pride was short lived as he realized he still had other items to place in the base. Jack took the other items and headed for the vault retane spoke of.

When He finally got past the vault security measures, Jack rummaged through the bag and placed the items on their designated stands and shelves. The boy recognized many items , including Jason voorhees's mask, it being covered in dirt and stained blood, the dented mirror Jack had once called his own, yet the one thing that caught his attention the most was the weapon that had killed him.

The Glaive. It was clean of the blood it had been covered with but it still held the memory of the blood it had carried. It was almost like his staff in certain ways except for the metal tips it held. A as he held it his fingers presence created the frost upon the surface he was known for, as all the inanimate objects he had touched. He had a brief idea about the weapon but quickly placed it on its very own shelf as the idea was stored in Jack's mind all the same.

Jack returned to the foyer after locking the vault securely back to its original form with all the many replicas from the Abyss. Jack realized how winded the past few weeks had made him. He felt completely drained as he went to recline on the sofa.

"I'll only rest for a minute... Retane should be back soon.." Jack murmured before he fell in to the best sleep he had seen before he had arrived in the Omniverse.