Heeeyyy mates! I know, there are tons of Rise of the Guardians fanfictions and probably some with similiar idea, but who cares? I'm out to write my own and maybe you'll enjoy it too. Have fun and SMILE!
Unexpected Visitor
Father Time was a very busy spirit, currently scurrying through his vast Tower of Time, checking on the various clocks that floated through the hall freely. Countless jars and flacons adorned the golden wood racks along the walls. Beneath the floating twiggy spirit shone a giant crystal ball on the basement of the tower, enlightening the whole building.
His long thin fingers stroke over the frame of a huge grandfather clock and his eyes, ten times enlarged by his thick glasses, blinked several times, as he felt the puff of cold air ruffling the white remnant horseshoe-shaped fringe of hair which adorned his almost bald head.
Seconds later a smooth, dark voice called: "Good evening, Father Time! Or is it morning where you are looking at?"
"Pitch Black!" the old spirit gasped in his own high pitched, raspy voice. "Weren't you caged by your own fearlings? I got to check upon my time records concerning you…" he added muttering. He turned and floated towards a small hourglass filled with black sand.
Meanwhile the Nightmare King frowned in anger before he managed to compose himself.
"Indeed, my friend; that was a slight foil for me, but however. I am here to correct that. You still have the ability to turn back time and take someone with you, don't you?" he asked casually while checking on his fingernails.
Father Time didn't even flinch at the question, too distracted by the hourglass in front of him, and simply rambled in a distant voice: "Certainly, but you know I can only do this with the permission of the Man in the Moon himself. And I hardly doubt you have one. But why would you want to go back? They would beat you anyways, especially since they have their newest addition to the team: Jack Frost. You can't outshine him, he is really powerful. And he is part of nature. Never mess with Mother Nature. The last one who tried ended burned in the center of the sun and is long time forgotten… Not even she or I remember his name. Or was it a female? Who knows, so I have to decline your request, whatever it may concern, I apologize, so…"
As the old spirit finally turned at his unexpected visitor, Pitch had gone. Father Time shrugged and continued with his business. He was an occupied being after all. It was only weeks later on earth, as the inside of the Tower of Time itself is said to be timeless, as the keeper of history discovered the missing of one of his flacons. But he could never remember what kind of potion it had held and the upcoming events already had been over, as he finally noticed. Not that he would have done anything to prevent what was meant to happen; he was no hero, only a supervisor of events.
