Tooth wasn't one to believe in destiny. She was part hummingbird after all, and loved the freedom that came with it. She could go anywhere her wings could take her, which was pretty far. Destiny was just another word for shackles in her vocabulary.

However, even though she didn't believe that everyone had a predetermined time and place for everything she knew that there was a "Schedule" that determined the where, when, why, and how every child would lose their pearly whites. Remember, she would remind everyone, it's a schedule not destiny.

For Tooth and her fairies, knowing this master schedule came with the job. She needed to know so she could coordinate her fairies to collect all the baby teeth of the children. It was an enormous job, and without this schedule the lights of believing children in the Tooth Fairy would have probably dimmed out a while ago because the Tooth brigade wouldn't be able to collect all the teeth.

The schedule wasn't written down, it wasn't something concrete that she could check. Tooth wasn't sure how she knew the schedule, she just... Knew. And it would change sometimes on it's own too. Like if a kid stayed at Grandma's and lost their tooth there instead of being home. The schedule would change. It was like a tracker was attached to each baby tooth and would give updates of the tooth's current status to edit the schedule.

Unfortunately, this meant the schedule wasn't perfect. It would give it's best educated guess for the teeth and it was usually pretty accurate. It's just, the schedule wasn't perfect. Every now and then, there would be a hiccup in the system. A few of the hiccups were just random glitches, but the majority Tooth didn't like to talk about.

It happened to the other Guardians too. When a child died, none of them would find out until they went on their routes and found that the child wasn't in their bed for dream time, or the stocking wasn't hung over the fire, or when the fairies went into a child's room and found that the room was left untouched with a layer of dust with boxes upon boxes waiting to be packed up with toys and clothes and sent to Goodwill.

And while it hurt every time. The Guardians were so thankful that it wasn't a nightmare like in the old days when parents had as many children as they could because odds were that only a few would survive. Be it diseases and illnesses like the Black Plague that swept Europe in the middle ages, or natural disasters causing famine and starvation. Especially for every nighters like Sandy and Tooth who on a daily basis visited the beds of children who very often weren't there, their hearts broke every time.

Yet they all did their best to make the lives of those who still remained as great as they could be.

It was about 300 years ago when the Tooth fairy tried to do this, as she sent her fairies off according to the master schedule. In Burgess, a small town in the Appalachian area, the little fairy Baby Tooth was sent to retrieve the upper left canine of Jackson Overland Frost who was scheduled to have lost it while skating at the pond with his sister that afternoon. Baby Tooth soared and weaved through the frigid air of the waning winter.

She loved her job, flying around the world to take the children's teeth and leave little rewards. Baby Tooth was part of Toothiana's winter division. While the some of the other fairies would cringe at the thought of flying into winter to get the teeth, Baby Tooth and some others were always first in line until Toothiana just decided to permanently assign them to the winter.

As the year would pass, these few brave souls will a passion for the twinkling of falling snow flakes would follow the winter weather and retrieve the children's teeth in those parts of the world. Baby Tooth finally made it to the Frost residence, a consistent puff of smoke was coming out of the chimney showed that a fire was crackling on the inside of the family's log house.

She checked the window, a routine that she established around holiday season. It was a fun pastime to see the decorations set up for Santa's visit, and she would pass it on to the Elves whenever she had free time, which was rare because tooth collecting is a full time operation.

Instead of the decorations, Baby Tooth saw a stack of girl's clothes drying by the fireplace as who she assumed was Jackson's sister cried into a mothers embrace. The mother numbly stroked the girl's hair like a robot going through motions. The father pressed his head to the wall near a bed pad and pounded it with his fist in anger only summoned to hide the sadness. The man stopped, and sank down to the floor.

Baby Tooth looked through the house again, searching for the 16 year old boy. Her tail sagged as she flew away, knowing that it was time to move on to the next house. The schedule made a mistake, because it was impossible to collect a dead boy's tooth.

She didn't notice as she flew to the next address the boy with hair and eyes like the winter frost with a wooden staff phasing through the townspeople like a ghost and trying to get them to realize that he was there, that he

existed.

Hey guys! I saw Rise of the Guardians on the 21st, and it was amazing but I didn't have anytime to write anything for it until now. If you're a follower of me because of my other stories, sorry for not updating them but I'll probably have the next chapter up in 2 weeks max. This story will be written in probably fairly short chapters, but new chapters will probably be added every other day. I'm not quite sure how long this story will go. But thank you for reading and I hope you click the follow button, as well as leave a review. Either or both would be much appreciated.