It had been 20 years since their battle with Pitch, and the guardians were settling into what used to be their normal lives before the threat of the Boogeyman—or at least, as normal as the life of a magical legend can ever get. North's yetis continued making toys in his ice palace, and Bunnymund stayed in the Warren most of the time preparing his eggs. Easter had become more enjoyable for him, knowing that he'd never have to deal with "that bloody wombat" ever again, whatever that meant. Sandy was smiling as usual, sending out dreams to even some of the teenagers in the world great dreams. Tooth was probably the one who seemed the busiest—or maybe it's just the fact that she liked working so much and only left her Tooth Palace for big holidays.

Now Jack—He was being just as mischievous, fun, and handsome as ever. Why, at that very moment, he was flying around North's factory, arms outstretched and the cold feeling of wind kissing his face. Since he didn't have any proper home, he stayed with North most of the time, and on Christmas he would ride with the large, Russian figure in his sleigh. North had become almost a father to him, caring and forgiving like most fathers were. But that's what you get if you spend half your time with the guardian oriented around the holiday of giving. The other half, however, Jack was helping the other guardians with their duties, and whenever he visited Tooth her mini-fairies always followed him around, cooing and awing at him and his slightest move.

You could've guessed that the Guardians had been keeping their little schedule and living their lives peacefully for the past 20 years.

But no one would've ever guessed what happened next.

Jack hovered in the air for a moment before landing gracefully on top of the Ice Palace. For miles he could see nothing but snow, and that's how he liked it—the cold was his heaven, and the children and animals that played in the snow his angels. He despised anything that was hot or remotely different, except the warm smile that Tooth gave when she sees him…

He was relieved to know that Bunnymund wasn't around to see the expression that Jack had on his face…the rabbit would hold it over his head forever.

Suddenly, the roof of the palace underneath him grew steadily warmer, and Jack, not being used to the sudden change in temperature, flew up into the air immediately.

A large antenna shot out of the dome that he was rested upon earlier, beeping and glowing red at the end. It grew taller and taller until the glowing orb at the end was out of Jack's sight. He had never seen any king of technology here at the North Pole, since most of it was run by magic. But the white-haired teen would've thought this piece of machinery was useless until he saw what it did next.

Out of the glowing end of the large antenna came out lights streaming with color shot through the sky and stretched out to as far as the eye could see. Green, blue, violet, and gold were the first colors that Jack noticed, several flashes of a deep crimson or a glimmering silver popping up here and there as the lights continued to travel further off into the distance.

All the winter spirit did was look on at the beautiful strips of color, and after a minute only realizing why North was releasing these into the sky: the guardians were being summoned.

North stood tall in front of the table in the Globe room as the four other guardians walked in to meet him. As usual he offered them food, and as usual they declined. The intimidating figure just stared at the rest of them, silence engulfing the large, cavernous room.

"Eh-em," coughed Bunnymund, "so, are you gonna tell us why we're here or what?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt all your days," said North, his grammar being terrible as usual, "But we have big problem in our hands."

He looked up towards the window in the ceiling, where the moon shone brightly even though it was only an hour after noon.

"Man in Moon says that we need help."

"Are you serious?" said the Easter Bunny again, "Why on earth does that bloke always think that we need help?"

"Bunny, I—"

"I mean, c'mon. We defeated Pitch already, and if we could take down that drongo with a guy like Frostbite over here, we can take down plenty. Besides, who needs—"

"BUNNY!"

No one had ever heard North yell like that before.

But his anger had left the giant just as soon as it came, and he straightened himself out before turning to the moon again and speaking. "Please tell them what is big news."

A bright beam of light from the moon shot down from the sky and onto the blue-and-silver square on the floor with the letter `G' on it and an image appeared in the moonlight. It was that of a woman, steadily reaching old age and unrecognizable. She wore a steel grey robe that flew gracefully around her, the woman's eyes being the exact same shade and looking as if they were drilling into your mind. She had her hand outstretched before her creating some sort of blue orb, making her long, stick-straight hair seeming lighter than it should be.

"Her name is Oblivion," said North, as Jack hovered over the heads of the other guardians to get a good look at the image on the ground, "She is master at toying with the minds of her victims, switching memories and thoughts around. But she is still a new villain—Oblivion has no idea of what the Guardians can do. So with us together—"

North was cut of by the image of the Memory Destroyer vanishing, and a new one replacing it on the letter `G'. Four people were in the picture, three of them completely unknown to the four guardians, one of them being a young girl with a dress made of leaves, several exotic flowers growing around her skirt. Her arms were covered with leaves as well, and in her hands something that looked like a whip made out of vines. The crown of flowers that ran around her head was accentuating her wonderfully green eyes. A boy next to her seemed fairly short, with flaming red hair that reached around his shoulders. All he wore was an orange t-shirt and jeans, but in his hand was a wooden statue of dragon, painted black and carved with pure accuracy.

The girl beneath him was definitely the youngest of them all, long blonde hair flowing around her. Her wings were a multitude of colors, lime green being the dominant one, which was a beautiful contrast to her whispy yellow dress.

But what surprised the guardians most was the fourth person in the figure. He was a tall, lanky teenager, with pale skin and even whiter hair. He held a wooden staff that was curved at one end and a smirk on his face. In his outstretched palm, a single snowflake was landing gracefully into it.

Jack.