Author's Note: Jeez…what's it been? Three years? Bet most of you thought I was gone for good. I thought I was gone for good for a while. No drive to write, to tell those stories. But a small spark has always been there, and I'm going to stoke that flame as much as I can. Please like and review. These help me continue. This is going to be a story I want to build, so ideas to help flesh out this realm will be appreciated.
So without further ado….let's pull the curtain back to world's that you may know….and what happens when the threads of Fate intertwine across universes.

Enjoy


"You can't get rid of me! Not forever!" Pitch snarled, backing up to his feet away from the Guardians of Childhood. The Boogeyman struggled to keep his balance on the ice, drawing himself up to his full height to cover the embarrassing defeat at his enemies' hands, "There will ALWAYS be fear!"

North scoffed, waving off the weak threat as if he were swatting a fly, "So what? As long as one child believes, we will be here to FIGHT fear."
The Guardians stood against their foe, each emboldened with the children's hopes, dreams, and the drive to protect them at any cost. Pitch's sickening yellow eyes scanned the clearing, the disgust on his narrow face morphing into a sly smirk. Gesturing around them, the spirits noticed the nightmare's forming out of the black sand, neighing and pawing at the soft snow covering the edge of the frozen lake, "Really? Then what are…they….doing here?"

Jack's grip tightened on the staff, ready to leap into action at a moment's notice, when he noticed something. The Nightmares….they weren't paying the Guardians any mind at all. Almost as if….they weren't even there? North looked around, almost amused, nudging the Spirit of Winter with his arm, "They cannot be my nightmares…I'm not afraid!"

The grin on Pitch's face began to drop, as one by one, the Nightmares turned their burning gaze on him. But then something else registered in his mind….the bright golden yellow of their eyes….were now tinged with a chaotic red. Their stance was more….primal now, each braying and drawing closer to him. Not to join him, but to TAKE him.

Sensing the turning of the tide, Jack gave the Boogeyman another disarming smirk, "Looks like it's your fear they smell."

As if on command, the Nightmares leaped from the shore, twisting and melding into tendrils of inky black sand, wrapping around the so called King of Nightmares. The tornado of fear, hopelessness, and discord carried him up into the sky, away from the group and down into the dark confines under the bed from whence he came. Pitch yelled, pulling and tearing at them, the ground, the bed….anything he could. He knew what failure meant, and what awaited him in the depths below. The sand overtook him, and then, there was nothing.

No light, no sound, just the void. Pitch stared into the impenetrable wall of black, though even he could not discern left from right, up from down, or anything in between in this pit. One by one, pairs of crimson eyes peeled open, surrounding him on all sides. Growls, primal and guttural, rumbled from the darkness, with every passing second as they closed in on him.

Until a voice spoke from the depths.

"Enough." Called the voice, a silky smooth, feminine voice, tinged with a dangerous edge like a finely sharpened knife fresh from the wheel. The eyes turned slightly, but halted their advance, leaving Pitch Black trapped in the center. Slowly, the circle parted, leaving a new pair of eyes to emerge. These were a sickening yellow like his own, but circling the irises was the bloodiest red one could imagine
"You disappoint me Pitch. The Convergence draws ever closer, and yet here I stand. Without the army you promised me. I gave you the easiest task imaginable. Cultivate a legion of Fearlings, Nightmares, Dream Pirates….from children of all people."

From the dark emerged a woman, dressed in a purple silk gown, with ash like skin exposed on her body. The tips of her hair and dress curled into smoke, giving her an ethereal and oddly detached feel to the world around her, as if the laws of nature no longer applied to her. The expression on her face was one of disappointment, and rage, but held in check, for now at least. "Yet here you stand, like a dog with it's tail between its legs. Without an army, and without any dignity it seems."

Pitch cowered back from her, knowing his current position, "Eris….look. The Guardians, they found a way past the dream sand-"

Eris' golden eyes flashed, and her smoky form gave way to a titanic size, looming over him, "You were defeated by a CHILD. Armed with snowballs and laughter! You only demonstrated how weak and pathetic you are when faced with adversity, choosing to showboat and prance around. And NOW look where we are!"

She lifted her gargantuan fist, as if to smash Pitch to nothing but dust, when she froze. Closing her eyes she took a breath to compose herself, dematerializing back into her normal form, standing face to face with the King of Nightmares. Leaning forward, she traced a finger along his chest, "Perhaps….all is not lost. After all, even in defeat we gauged our enemies power. All we have to do, is adjust our target."

With a wave of her hand, the black void evaporated into the bright constellations of her home, with the Earth lying in the center of it all. Yet things looked different from before. Eris' pets, monsters that formed the constellations, circled above and around the cracks in the fabric of space.
Gesturing to the anomalies, she continued, "When last we spoke, I used the vestiges of the previous Convergence to bring you here. I gave you the plan, I gave you the duty to give me an army. Now here we stand, on the brink of a cycle one hundred thousand years in the making."
Looking to Pitch, she waved her hand to the globe, "You will find this world…..much easier to form our legion. Make as many Nightmares as you can muster. Without Guardians, this will be the stage for the Great War to come."
With a press of her finger, the globe darkened, blanketed in inky black sand, save for twelve pinpricks of light dotted around the mainland. Eris' smoky fist clenched in annoyance, "When the Convergence reaches its peak, we will unleash our armies. My monsters, your fearlings, will march on Syracuse. We destroy the Book of Peace, and this world's final protection will fall. The chaos we will reap will be enough for us to spread like a poison, across every realm, every world.

Grabbing Pitch's face, she yanked his gaze from the globe to her own, "You have one year Pitch. You can manage to raise an army by then?"

The King of Nightmares nodded his consent, silent in the face of the Goddess. With a smile, she flicked his head to the side, "Good boy. Now, run along and make yourself at home in Tartarus…..I have a universe to shape."

She looked to the heavens, as the cracks grew larger, exposing other Earths to her gaze. Only four for now, but more would dot the cosmos before long, "Ohhhh this is going to be fun."

This is Berk. A bit trampled and busted and covered in ice, but it's Home. It's OUR home. Those who attacked us are relentless and crazy. But those who stop them? Oh even more so. We may be small in numbers, but we stand for something, bigger than anything the world can pit against us. We are the voice of peace…and bit by bit, we will change this world. You see we have something they don't. Oh sure, they have armies, and they have armadas. But we….we have….OUR DRAGONS!


Hiccup Haddock the Third, new Chief of Berk. Even now the title seemed strange on his lips. The past few weeks flew by in a blur. Drago's siege on the nest, the death of the Bewilderbeast, the death of his father…..
Ah…the familiar sting in the back of his eyes whenever Stoick came into his thoughts. Even now the empty chair where his father once sat loomed like a bad omen. His eyes got lost, staring as if he could see the phantom of his own father looking back at him. It was likely that he would have gazed at that spot for hours, until his leg was nudged by a large black shape. Startled out of his thoughts, the Viking rubbed at his eyes, looking down into the green orbs of the Night Fury he owed his life to. Toothless nudged his leg once again,, a low rumble bubbling up from his throat.
It was apparent from the moment they met that the Night Fury was far more intelligent than any animal. The pair of them seemed to connect on a level far deeper than any friendship could be. Kindred spirits? Possibly. Resting a tired hand on Toothless' snout, the Chief let out a sigh, "Yeah bud…..this all seems weird to me to…but we owe it to him…and to everyone else to keep them safe."
Standing up, he adjusted his prosthetic leg, calling his dragon over to the door, "C'mon bud….let's clear our heads for a bit with a little flying ok?"
The Night Fury practically scampered over to the door, ready for anything to help cheer Hiccup's spirits. With a dry chuckle, the pair made their way out of the quiet village, with the sun long having set on what remained of their home. Latching in his artificial foot, he kicked off, with Toothless launching the pair off the cliff face. The wind whipped at his face, the chilly air nipping away at the exposed skin not covered by his armor. The Night Fury loved this. The adrenaline, the rush, the exhilaration of flight, with the one human he trusted more than anyone in the world.

That feeling was not to last.

The dragon's head snapped up, wings unfurling to slow their fall into a gentle glide in sudden fashion, almost dislodging Hiccup from the saddle, "Whoa bud! Something spook ya? What's wrong?"
His bare hand rubbed away at the scaly neck of his friend, looking up at the relatively peaceful horizon, as dark as it was. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see what had Toothless so alarmed, even as the reptile moved his head to and fro, pupils reduced to slits. Tugging on the harness, he moved the pair into a slow turn, toward what he thought was away from the danger, "Ok Toothless, let's head back and get the others….if there's something out there, we better- AH!"

He was cut off with a bright flash of light, zig zagging across the sky like arcs of lightning from Thor himself, opening up around them. The light brightened, nearly burning itself into the retinas of the duo. A throaty yelp and a scream later, and the light left the skies short one Dragon and its Rider.

Some say our destiny's tied to the land, as much a part of us as we are of it. Others say Fate is woven together like a cloth, so that once destiny intertwines with many others…. it's the one thing we search for, or fight to change. Some never find it. But there are some…. who are led.

"Don't WORRY mum. Angus and I will be back well before sunset." The Scottish redhead drawled in exasperation, leading Angus by the reigns toward the castle gate, "Just give me one afternoon to clear my 'ead a bit. Relax…I'll be back before you know it."

Smiling up at Elinor, she tugged herself up onto her steed, her trusty bow slung over her shoulder. The quiver of arrows rattling along, as if quivering with the anticipation of being used for the coming target practice. The Princess of DunBroch gave everything a once over: Bow, arrows, food, water, sword….yeah…..this seems to be about everything. Digging her heels into the horse's side, the pair tore off across the Scottish landscape, messy hair torn this way and that with the heavy footfalls of Angus echoing across the valley.

There were few things Merida DunBroch enjoyed more than the freedom to ride, to use her bow, to truly be herself. After the misfortune that befell her family thanks to her own selfish actions, and the actions of Mordu, the Clans were living in a time of tentative peace, one that the Princess hoped to last. Yes there was still the matter of marrying, but that day was far into her future as far as she was concerned. Now all she had to focus on was-

"AHHH!" Merida cried, wrapping her arms around the thick mane of Angus when the horse suddenly reared on its hind legs, nearly dislodging her from the saddle! What's gotten into him? Angus hasn't been this startled for as long as she could remember. The redhead turned, leaning over the animal to see just what had startled the animal, and the dull blue glow of not just one, but FOUR wisps illuminated the forest clearing. Strange….she had never seen more than one grouped together so close before.

"What in the world….." she muttered, reaching a hand out to them, but almost as quickly as they had appeared, a crack split the forest in two, swallowing the Princess and her steed in the blink of an eye. The summer wind rustled, and one by one, the wisps faded into nothing.

Flower gleam and glow…let your power shine…..make the clock reverse….bring back what once was mine….Heal what has been hurt…change the fate's design…. save what has been lost….. bring back what once was mine….what once was mine…..

To say the last month of Rapunzel's life was a whirlwind was the understatement of the century. Her entire WORLD had been opened wide enough for her to finally see…EVERYTHING. As much as losing the power of her magical golden hair gutted her, she gained much, much more. She saved Eugene's life, she found her real family, and she had the world at her fingertips. So much to see, so much to learn. The sheer volume of things to do would have left any sane person reeling. Not her though. She embraced the challenge, hence where she found herself today.

"Almost…..got it….." she groaned, tongue sticking out of the corner of her lips. She was trying to reach up onto the shelf of the palace library to retrieve a dusty old tome from the top shelf. A small voice in the back of her head, along with Pascal perched up on the wooden perch beside her, noted this might not be the smartest course of action, using more books as a stepping stone to get herself up to the top.

Her dainty fingertips brushed against the worn leather spine, the dust clinging to her skin, but the book would not budge. Her brown bangs fell over her eyes with an irritated huff, reaching even further, with her bare feet clinging to the edge of her makeshift book tower. Everything was going well, with the book almost in her grasp, when a rumble shook the room to it's core, dislodging the Lost Princess from her mountain of knowledge and leaving her hanging onto the top shelf. Pascal squeaked in alarm, scrambling up the shelves and gripping onto her hand to keep her from falling, despite the lack of strength between the two. Chirping in concern, the chameleon scuttled down the way, latching his tongue at the hem of her dress, clamping his jaw down to pull as hard as he could!

Her bare feet kicked forward, the tips of her toes catching the lower shelf. Gritting her teeth, she finally managed to secure herself on her ledge, and in prime position to snatch the book off it's perch!

"Ah ha!" she beamed, clutching it in one hand and holding it against her chest, "Gotcha…."

"Rapunzel?" called a voice she knew all too well. Her companion and friend through her whole ordeal over the past few months, Flynn Rider, or as she knew him as, Eugene. Pinning the book between her body and the shelf, she called out over her shoulder, "I'm here Eugene…..just….nngh….getting a book!"

"Well be careful! The whole castle just shook and I'd rather not have you breaking a leg, especially given our lack of flower power at the moment- WHOAH!" Eugene fumbled into the room when another rumble knocked Rapunzel off her safe foothold! The Princess cried out, reaching up for safety, with Pascal getting yanked alongside her!

"Rapunzel!" Eugene called, diving forward with arms held out to catch…..nothing. There was no impact. No thud. Nothing. A flash of light was all the former thief was able to make out, before falling flat on his face. When he came too, Rapunzel, Pascal, and her book were gone without a trace!

My name….is Jack Frost, and I'm a Guardian. How do I know that? Cause the Moon told me so. And when the Moon tells you something…..believe it.

Saying goodbye to the children of Burgess was bittersweet for Jack, given how soon it was after the children finally believed in him. But it wasn't like he was going to be gone forever. He still had a few things to clear up with the Guardians now that his membership had become official. Repairs to the Tooth Palace, the Warren, along with rounding up the last of the Nightmares. Settling into North's sleigh, the assembled Guardians took off from the lake, with all eight reindeer pulling their precious cargo into the baby blue morning sky. Everything was going perfect. Pitch was gone, hopefully for good, and the Children were safe to dream again.

Oh how naïve he was.

The moment North pulled out the snow globe that would have transported the group back to the Pole, a crack tore across the sky, along with a violent gust of wind that ripped the Guardian of Fun right from his seat in the sleigh!

"Jack!" Tooth called, flying off to grasp his hand. The wind flared up once more, out of Jack's control when it tugged his staff free from his hand. Without his source of power Jack was helpless to stop his descent, as a bright light enveloped his vision, forcing his blue eyes shut.