I DO NOT OWN RISE OF THE GUARDIANS. DX


The frigid air tore at my throat as I ran across the crunchy frost-ridden field. The chilling wind bit at my cheeks as it whipped me with my own (Colour) hair. My face was numb and red.

I hated winter.

First off, the cold hurt my fingers and toes. Secondly, I couldn't keep up one hairstyle while outside without looking like a birds nest. Lastly, this ice would be the end of me. Every time the cold came around, I would find ice tripping me up at any chance. Which is why I was prancing around a frosty field, getting my jeans wet. If I cut across the grass, I could get home in half the time it usually would, and avoid the majority of the ice.

When the street came into view, I shifted my weight onto one foot and sideways slid down the bank of grass onto he concrete. As the rubber soles of my soaked shoes hit the concrete, I skidded to a halt. Then, I picked up my pace, shivering. The wind mocked me, blowing harder. Soon I arrived at the end of my street.

Festive lights feebly danced in the muted sunlight as I made down my street at a brisk pace. Why waste precious electricity on silly Christmas decorations anyway? It was well past Christmas, but these ludicrous neighbours thought it was still appropriate to have flashing festive lights. For crying out loud, it was March! I stomped past the line of festive houses giving them disapproving looks. Then, I turned down my driveway, and straight onto some black ice.

I say hello to my good friend: the ground.

I cry out in pain as I make contact with the gritty ground, getting a mouthful of frostbitten gravel. I lie there for a few moments, cursing this retched weather, before painfully pushing myself to my feet, spitting out now blood, spit and rocks. I got a few pieces of gravel in my cheek, but luckily, I didn't graze myself or get any obvious bruises. As blood filled my mouth, I opened my (Colour) front door.

I was cheerfully greeted with a rush of warm air, rich in exotic smelling spice. Smelt like my mother was cooking some sort of curry for dinner. My stomach growled, but I ignored it. Peeling off my frozen winter wear, I patted down the (Colour) frizz layered apon my head and headed to the bathroom to clean myself up.

My bathroom was rather simple. There was a white shower/bathtub, white latrine, white cabinets and a white hand basin. It was all white because, according to my mother, 'White is the colour of clean'. Eh.

I stared at my profile in the cabinet. My (Colour) eyes brushed over my flushed cheeks and drifted up to my mane. I sighed. Once apon a time, I had smooth (Colour) hair, but ever since puberty struck, I'd been stuck with this frizzy mess. I immediately grabbed my weapon out of it's holster - a pumpkin orange brush - and began to hack at the monstrous bush. Luckily, it was subdued quickly. Then I investigated my scarlet maw. I swilled my mouth out and spat into a crystalline glass. Within the whirlpool of I spotted a flash of white.

A tooth?

I almost squealed with joy! I hadn't lost a tooth since I was eleven. I didn't believe strongly in most childrens tales, but I strongly believed in the Tooth Fairy: Toothina. You see, my dad's name is Jamie. Jamie Bennett. And no, my mom is not Pippa, my mom's (Name). Pippa... she died in a road accident saving Monty when my dad was in his teens... Anyway, my dad. Jamie. He taught me to believe. If I remember correctly, the spirits he knew of were: The guardians; Cupid; Mother Nature; Father Time; The leprechaun and Lady Luck; The groundhog; The sugar plum fairy and Pitch Black. I still believe in every one of them, but I believed in Pitch Black and Toothina the strongest. Tooth, because she always put a quarter under my pilow and Pitch because ever since my dad died, he'd been haunting me with nightmares.

So I had lost a baby tooth.


Before I knew it, night fell. Darkness engulfed the household. I sought refuge under my covers from the shadows of the night. Pitch usually tormented me as soon as the sun set so I armed myself with a copy of (Book) and stayed up till midnight reading it. At some point, Sandman's sand tried makimg me sleep, but I just wafted it away. Then, I put of an appearance of sleeping. When I sensed a preswnce in the room I peeked throuhh my lashes. Lo and behold, just as my dad had described her, Toothina. She had climbed through the window and shut it somehow. I I wasn't seeig this with my own eyes I would've never realised she'd been here excluding the fact I had a coin in the place of my tooth.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The window frosted over an opened. But...there was no one there. I was pretty sure that there was a spirit of anow, but I just couldn't remeber it, and I swear it was one of dad's favourite spirits. This unbelieved in spirit was in my room at that moment, chatting to Toothina.

"You know she hates winter," she sighed.

"..."

"Just keep an eye on her. She's Jamie's kid after all."

"..."

"I'll ask him about it. I doubt it though. Now, I gotta fly. Good to see you!"

The hummingbird woman shot out of the open frosty window and into he night, the invisible man approached me. It was a man because I began to hear his breaths beside my ear. Instinct told me to punch him in the face and run to my mom, but that would not do me any good. I just played dead. His icy breath tickled my ear.

"Night night (Name)" he whispered, before kissing me on the forehead, leaving a freezing cold imprint.

I literally passed out.


Author's Note:

I have saved all the old chapters, before DELETING THEM HERE MWHAHAHAHA! Anyway, I'll be updating this, since I wrote the original in 2011...

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