Authors Note: This is my second fanfic and first multi-chapter story. I wrote this on my iPad so it may have some gramatical errors. I am extremely horrible about keeping up with my stories so I apologize in advance for that. I love critical reviews, but I would prefer if they were gentle and supportive, so no flames please. I would like to thank everyone who has clicked on the link and is going to read this, you will make this story thrive. Thank you for reading and enjoy the story.

The Black Moon

It was the middle of May. We all sat together at a small table in the giant factory that was encased in a mountain on the North Pole. We had all seen it this time, and it was inevitable. Pitch was coming back, and this time, he was stronger than ever.

Fear was thick in the mortal world, spreading across the continents in nightmares, and daymares. Even everyday things were starting to scare people. Hallucinations of shadows beginning to move on their own, beginning to leave their flexible prison were stirring, only they weren't hallucinations. We had to stop him, but first we had to figure out how. And to do that, we had to figure out what he wanted. We could tell it wasn't the same as last time, as Pitch wasn't trying to stop the kids from believing, but he was creating a thick fear around the world, shrouding everyone in a blanket of darkness. It was almost like a warning, or omen, of things to come.

"Why don't we just get the kids to help us again? That seemed to work last time." Tooth said while simultaneously giving out orders to her little teeth. They zoomed around the room, chittering to each other and listening to Tooth.

I shook my head. "That won't work. I mean, we could have them help at the end, but I don't want them getting hurt. Plus, Pitch is stronger now; we need to step it up."

"What do you have in mind, Jack?" North asked. A question mark appeared above Sandy's head.

I shook my head, my eyes downcast, and sighed. I twirled my staff slightly. "I have no idea."

Bunnymund was about to speak, but suddenly the air grew cold. Not just a soft breeze coming through the window, but an odd change of balance could be felt in the air. Something was off, like the air had shifted.

The other guardians furrowed their brows, and the little teeth stopped chittering and looked up at the sky. Little Tooth peeked out from behind my neck, her golden feather brushing the side of my face, and her eyes widened. She pointed up in the sky and a soft warbled chirping escaped her mouth, it sounded like "look".

I tilted my head back and I froze as I saw the sky. My breath caught in my throat and I couldn't move. I heard Tooth gasp and Bunnymund's soft "Blimey".

The Moon was slowly darkening, it's normally bright white surface paling, turning grey. The bright white seemed to seep out of the moon, like someone was slowly wringing the color out of it. There was a small part of the moon that was still shining though.

It was a small circular patch of white almost in the direct center of the greying surface. It glowed brightly for a second and then dimmed, starting to turn the same dull grey color that the rest of the moon was.

All of a sudden there was a flash of hot bright white. I twisted away from it. A loud noise and a burst of energy sent us all flying. I heard the shocked gasps of little teeth as the wave sent them tumbling backwards.

I flew backwards, my staff flying out of my hands, and I felt my back hit something hard. I gasped as the pain shot through me. I groaned as I fell onto the floor. After a minute I sat up. Smoke clouded my vision. Or was it smoke? It was more like mist that someone had dyed grey.

I reached around and found my staff lying on the floor a few feet away from me. I wrapped my hand around it, relaxing slightly at the familiar grip and pattern under my hand.

"Everyone alright?" Bunnymund asked.

I heard a bunch of squeaks from the little teeth and grunts from the other guardians who were recovering from the blast.

The mist cleared slightly and something shifted in my peripheral vision. I frowned, moving towards it slightly, my staff dragging on the ground.

When I reached the object, the mist had almost fully cleared. My eyes widened as I saw what was lying on the ground.

It was a girl.