Rise of the Guardians: A New Guardian
A legend is born
I've never cared much about being believed in. I never really cared that I was alone, it always seemed somewhat natural to me. however, that all began to change, when Pitch, the legend of darkness, fear and evil rose against the guardians, the only ones i had ever cared for, putting their very existence in danger. I joined them, in the fight against Pitch, the adventure of a lifetime, and this is my story.
It was so warm, so hot, it felt as if my skin was melting away. There was a horrible smell and I slowly opened my eyes, finding myself completely surrounded in a bright red light, flames dancing around me. I knew I should have screamed, but I didn't. It was hot and strange, but did not hurt. I examined my hand, unburned despite the scorching flames. The flames followed my hand as it moved and I became intrigued, I lifted my other hand, the flames on my left following it's movement like a small puppy. I smiled, rising to my feet, the fire remaining around me in a ring. I was in the middle of the street, and based on the full moon above me, it had to be at least midnight. I took a cautious step forward and the fire around me vanished, causing me to leap back startled. Hesitantly I glanced at my hands, when nothing happened I lowered them to my sides disappointed.
Fire shot from the palms of my hands, shooting me up like a rocket. I suppressed a shriek and landed atop a roof, stumbling to regain my balance. Once I did I walked carefully across the roof, wondering what had happened to make me like this, suddenly I froze,
Who am I? I wondered coming to a stop. a chill racing down my spine, I flicked out my wrist creating more flames, pondering the reason.
Ember.
A voice called down to me, I leapt to my feet doing a complete 360, only to realize there was no one in sight.
Ember.
I heard the voice whisper again, this time I looked up at the full moon, barely able to make out the shadow of a man in the white orb. I stared at it in awe for a moment.
"Hello?" I asked meekly, there was no response. I waited for a while, somehow convinced that the moon had talked to me, but after awhile, I gave up, and began to wander the streets. i came across a couple kids, one boy and one girl, dressed in rags and curled in the corner of an alley, shivering and cold. my heart almost stopped as I bent down to them.
"Hey are you alright?" i asked, but they ignored me. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." i said gently they didn't move, i sighed, thinking for a moment before waving my hand, lighting the dead garbage fire next to them. This time, the they moved, scrambling over to the fire and curling up to warm themselves, the boy's leg accidentally kicking me, passing right through me. I froze startled and didn't move for a few moments as they warmed themselves, their shivering decreasing. Slowly I backed away, turning and fleeing, I used fire as rockets again and found myself flying through the air until I was far away from the city, until I was finally alone. I didn't know what was going on, or why i was there, i didn't know if i ever would. but eventually, I just stopped caring.
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Years have passed since them, I spent much of my time mastering my newfound powers, I added fire where ever I saw fit. if light or warmth was needed, if something needed to be destroyed, such as garbage, I would burn it effortlessly and save others the hassle of trying to get rid of it and it's bulk. I have spent years searching for someone who can see me, and so far there have been very few. They call themselves the Guardians.
The easter bunny, Santa Clause, the Sandman, and the tooth fairy. At first I almost didn't believe it, how was it possible I don't know, but they are undoubtedly real.
I am Ember, the master of fire.
It was just a normal day, nothing too strange or out of the ordinary, yet. I learned that the sooner I embrace the silence and the being ignored, the better off I'll be. once night fell, and the humans were cold, I found myself perfectly warm, I was never too cold, nor too warm. leisurely I made my way down the street, there was no moon tonight and i found that unsettling, I always felt protected somehow when i could see it. my fiery hair twisted and flickered in the chill air, dancing in the wind. When i heard something behind me. I spun around nervously. there was nothing there, I took a deep breath and continued walking only to see something flash in the corner of my eye. Panicked I spun around once again there was nothing there.
It's just my imagination. there is nothing there, there is nothing there. I took a deep breath, but before I could take another step I heard something, this time I knew it wasn't imagination. I looked up to see black things flying around, they looked like demented horses, skeletal black horses that just seemed surreal, as if they couldn't exist outside of a nightmare. Startled, I stumbled back looking up to see more of them, at least 20 of them. I hesitated a moment before following one inside a bedroom. I saw it touch the magic of the sandman hanging above a little girl's head, the sand shriveled and turned black as the girl whimpered, curling up into a ball, obviously having a nightmare. The black horse prancing around her. i stared at her for a moment, confused she was pitiful, and helpless. finally i reached over, the horse bit at me angrily and I withdrew after a moment i tried again, this time more forcefully. i grabbed the mini horse, grasping it tightly it shrieked horribly before it burst into flames, the sand evaporating into the air.
The little girl stopped whining, fading into silence she stopped dreaming all together. i pitied her lost dream, but nothing seemed better than her nightmare. I walked back to the window, the horses flying across the sky, and I sighed, there was no way i could do this all night, I could never stop so many of them.
What are they? I wondered just as something silver and white flashed across the sky, thrown to the ground by one of the horses. startled I rushed outside, seeing it was a boy with silver hair and a blue sweater. I rushed to his side expecting him to look right through me.
"Get back!" he shouted, pushing me back as the horse flew at us. He pointed his staff at the horse, wrapping the nook around it's neck and freezing it to ice, the horse falling to the ground and shattering into a million useless pieces. We turned to each other, breathing heavily shocked for a moment.
"You can see me?" I muttered, barely above a whisper. He nodded. We stared at each other amazed for a moment, both startled and surprised before we were interrupted by the neighing of another horse. he spun around to late to stop the horse flying towards him. i leapt to my feet flinging my hand out, fire sparked and the horse caught fire, bursting into flames, whining as it shriveled away. he stared at me shocked for a moment.
"Who are you?" He asked me, I opened my mouth to answer but was cut off as a new heard swarmed towards us. We both staggered to our feet and braced ourselves.
"What are these things?" I shouted over the roar of noise.
"They are Pitch's minions." he replied casually, gripping his staff tightly.
"Who's Pitch?" I asked with a tilt of my head, he didn't respond, we didn't have time, there was a wild cry and a crash from the rooftops beside the horses. There was laughter as a large man driving a sleigh led by reindeer. i couldn't stop myself from smiling as i recognized Santa. he slid to a stop beside us, leaving a trail of dissolving black sand hanging in the air around him. Santa laughed loudly as he climbed out of the Sleigh. A smile spread ear to ear as i saw him, rising to my feet to face him. "Santa!" i cried out, happily yet surprised. He laughed joyfully his deep voice rublimbling.
"Ember, come to join the fun?" he asked wrapping his arm around my shoulders and playfully ruffling my fiery hair hair as he dragged me towards a group of black sand horses. I squirmed from his grip and bumped into a nauseous looking easter bunny, he looked at me.
"Oi Mate," he greeted, "Better be careful." he warned, stumbling past me drunkenly. The tooth fairy remained on the sleigh, quickly muttering addresses to her fairies fluttering back and forth around her, the sandman was nowhere to be found. The boy glanced at me a little confused.
"Ember?" he asked. i stepped up to him, my hand ablaze in flames as i shot apart a demon horse beside him with a fireball.
"Yea, and you?" I asked as he froze one coming up behind me, it dropped to the ground shattering like glass.
"I'm Jack Frost."
