Hey guys! MessengerAngel here! xD I know that I'm already co-writing The Befores with HerHiddenSecret and writing Guardian Angel, but I just couldn't help it. I got this idea while I was talking to Poxy Kirkman and HerHiddenSecret. xP Please leave a review and tell me whatcha think and if I should continue this xD

Jack's POV

It's been five years. Five years since Pitch was defeated. Five years since Jack had become a Guardian. Five years since Jack got his first believer. Just five years. He couldn't believe all that has happened. For three hundred years, Jack had managed to prevail because of his Center; fun. He never gave up, always knew that he would be believed in. He wouldn't give up. Even though he spent those three hundred years mainly in solitude, he tried to find a light in the dark abyss of grief that was awaiting him.

Jack shuddered, oddly enough because he was a winter spirit, at the thought of what he could've done in that time. How would he have survived if he hadn't been so resilient? What would he have done to himself? Would he have tried to commit suicide? Jack decided to shrug it off. It didn't matter anyhow. What had happened was in the past and now he would look forward to living in the present, and awaiting the future. If only the future he dreamed about came true. If, for once, things went his way. IF there wasn't a chance that everything could be ruined. Alas, life doesn't always go according to what you want.

Jack was perched on a tree, his staff hanging from his right hand, and his left across his chest. It was nighttime in his hometown of Burgess, and Jack was resting from his most recent snowball fight with Jamie and the others. Their pure, happy faces warmed his heart as he reflected the day's events. He remembered the rush when the children started to laugh, invigorating him with renewed strength. He always felt at his strongest when he was with him. Perhaps them being his first believers made them more important than the rest. It didn't matter to Jack. HE loved their joyful expressions written on their cheerful faces, and he knew that he would do anything to protect them.

The moon shined down on him like a spotlight, the purest white of a mother-of-pearl. Jack's icy blue eyes gazed upon this mighty orb in wonder.

Why doesn't he talk to me like the other Guardians? he thought. I wonder if he has a message. Or maybe he's just checking up on my Guardian duties. Perhaps this is a warning? Jack smirked at the thought. Pitch has been relatively quiet, but Jack was pretty sure they would've known if he was up to no good.

Besides, Jack reassured himself, Pitch is our one and only enemy. There is nobody who could possibly be worse than the Nightmare King.

Aster's POV

The cool breeze of the night tickled him, as it caressed his fur. He was looking for the trouble-making, little frost spirit. After exiting his tunnels, he noticed the ding bat perched upon a maple tree staring up at the moon. Aster and the other Guardians knew that Manny never helped the poor little bloke for three hundred years, never even spoke to him, until he was chosen to be the next Guardian. Even though Jack and Aster were once rivals, they bonded and became close mates especially when Aster was in his weakest form. He remembered the humiliation of being reduced to the size of a run of the mill bunny. He was a 6'1 Pooka, a warrior of the fiercest kind, not some bloody house pet!

Anyways, that day Jack had really helped all of them out, first by helping Aster form a special bond with Sophie, an adorable little anklebiter, and then by helping them defeat Pitch once and for all. Now it was five years later, and Aster assumed that the world would resume a peaceful state until Pitch once again started another attempt of taking over the world.

However things were changing. Over the course of five years, Jack seemed truly happy now that he was finally seen. His laughter was so pure and infectious and well, Aster couldn't help but feel something for him. At first he assumed that it was just happiness that Jack was finally seen, but Aster couldn't help but notice everything about Jack. LIke the way his hair curled upon his brow. Or the way Jack's icy blue eyes seemed to pierce through his own spring green eyes. Or the way Jack's hands sent shivers down his spine and made his heart quiver every time they touched. However, Aster knew that Jack would never dare to consider being with him. All of the hurtful things he had said, the grudge between them, there was just too much history between them to start over.

Aster sighed, as he watched the winter spirit gaze into the moon , wondering what he could possibly be thinking.

Hey! Here's a quick guide so you can understand what is going on.

Bold= Other voice

Italicized= Her thoughts

Hope this helps! Enjoy! xD

Chey's POV

It's nighttime. Night is time for sleep. But I don't need sleep. thought Chey. Chey was seventeen, about 5'3, with dark hair flowing down to her waist, and eyes an amber that burned brightly. in fact, her eyes burned too bright to be sane. She was wandering the dtreets of Burgess looking for a particular person, as was instructed.

That's right. You need to find him. cooed a second , more vicious voice within Chey's shattered mind.

Oh yes! I need to find him or else I'll get nightmares.

Yes. And you don't want nightmares do you?

NO! No more nightmares! Nightmares give me headaches and I can't think. Just remember. Chey visivbly flinched. She had been tortured, ad she knew in her corrupted mind that if she didn't do as told, she would pay terribly for it.

Find him and you won't get nightmares. You'll be safe. You won't get hurt.

Yes I will. I don't like remembering. Memories are bad. They show me bad things.

Shhh. We will find him and kill him.

Wow! That ended on a happy note. I know I didn't really delve deep into Chey's mind or really describe her character, but leave me a review if you want me to continue! xD

MssengerAngel~~~