Something Else is About to Begin

by RunAway Rose

Relationships are like glass sometimes it's better to leave them broken then to hurt yourself trying to put it back together. The Keeper writes down everything that happens in real life, but she never gets involved in anything in the world, she just writes it down. Until MIM decides that needs to end. She's not happy about it, until she meets Pitch Black, the newest Guardian.

1. Chapter 1

A.N First Rise of the Guardians story, hope you all enjoy :) I don't own anything, I only own the plot and the oc characters..

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The images shifted in there crystal orbs, a pretty girl on the arm of a handsome man. They laughed as snow fell all around them. It quickly turned dark as she cried huddled in the corner cling to her face as the bright red mark formed into a bruise. Day after day this happened a happy couple everyone thought it was beautiful, but it was bittersweet.

A pale hand grabbed the orb that held the image of a gravesite and a blanked faced handsome man. He had killed her and her unborn child, she was only 18. The abuse was to much for her and her soul and heart shattered under the crescent moon. He took pity on the girl and changed her as the man took the final strike.

She became a keeper. Her eyes empty and dead, never able to smile, she kept herself hidden from other spirits never talking, except to one. The Man in the Moon had not only took pity on the girl so desperate to disappear, he fell deeply in love, and so had she.

Their relationship was hushed and beautiful.

They both knew somewhere in there hearts that this shouldn't be happening as she looked up longingly at the Moon and he looked sadly down at her. One night on the new moon where he would come down and they would just hold eachother, he didn't.

The girl, not beautiful, but pretty hid herself in her home. Many years passed and the two longed for each other. Lots of things happened that she had cataloged in books. Pitch Black had attacked and the Guardians recruited another, Jack Frost, she wrote the whole thing down on paper that was always in abundant.

She finally caught up to the peasant day, and she left her home at the crescent moon. She looked up at him and he turned he gave to her remembering all the memories that were o so dear to them just fade away. Her clean, soft, beautiful voice broke the quiet.

"There is no real ending. It's just the place where you stop the story."

She smiled sadly as she turned and walked back to her home the moon making sure she got there safe.