Disclaimer: I don't own Rise of the Guardians or any of its characters

Set: This story is set after Rise of the Guardians

Wrong

I look around the Workshop where everyone was gathered.

Bunny was by the fireplace trying to keep warm from the cold. I suppose it makes sense due to him being a spring spirit.

North was sitting back in one of his chairs that the yetis provided. I'm still amazed that it's the yetis that make the toys and not the elves.

Tooth was a bit hard to keep up with. She was flying left and right telling her fairies where to go, as always she never is still.

Sandy was standing and on occasion falling asleep next to me. I don't mind though I'm just happy he's alive.

I'm just standing next to Sandy, my staff is in my grasp. After what happed with Pitch I'm never letting it out of my sight. I'm not even going to let it out of my grasp whenever possible.

Speaking of Pitch it has been fifty years since we fought and defeated him.

Jamie and his friends lost believe in me and the guardians twenty years ago. Yep they believe in me and the Guardians even in adulthood. Maybe it was because autumn, winter, and spring I always visited them.

They all stopped believing in me and the Guardians once they all had kids of their own. Even then they ensured that their kids believed in me and the others.

I was there when they all got married and when their kids where born. I was not in the room when the kids were born I was outside the hospital, but that still counts as being there.

Funny enough Jamie and the others are still alive and live in Burgess.

I love playing with their kids. It reminds me when I played with Jamie and the others.

Oops side-tracked from the topic of Pitch, oh well.

Anyway back to Pitch I am happy he was wrong.

He said that cold and dark go together. I admit they do, but not always to the extent that Pitch was applying.

He was wrong when he said the kids would believe in us. They wouldn't believe in us but fear us. I don't want to be feared but loved.

And I am loved. I have a worldwide of children that believe in me and love me.

I have the Guardians that are sort of like family. One thing is for certain, I'm also really glad of it.

Pitch was wrong about the Guardians, he was wrong about me, he was wrong about everything.