FW: *quietly sneaks on the computer and starts typing*
Cara: FW! *glomps* what took you so long?!
FW: I had stuff to do. And Cara? Aren't you suppose to stay on one of my other stories?
Cara: lol nope. I escaped ):3 AND I AM STAYING HERE!
FW: *face palm* then can you do the disclaimer?
Cara: Kay kay (=^w^=) FW doesn't own Rise of the Guardians, just the OCs in the story (if she did own Rise of the Guardians, some things would be added ):3)
FW: What?
Cara: What?
FW: What?
Cara: TO THE STORY!
FW: . . . I hate it when you do that
Cara: ):3

Death's POV

I watched the three Frost siblings partake in a snowball fight, both sides determined to win and having fun in the winter activity. It made me sick as continued to stalk them from my place in the leafless trees. I didn't look away from the scene when the Nightmare King phased out of the shadows below me.

"What Pitch?" I glanced down at him and my knowing-who-is-around-me seemed to amuse him as responded

"It is almost done, we just need them and everything will be done. I've been wanting to know, how did you know it was me and not Insanity or Pain?"

"Easy. Each soul has a different feel to it, even if two people went through the exact same thing together and has a certain feel to it. Yours - for instance - is surrounded with darkness and by judging the air around you, I can tell that you bring fear where ever you go." I jumped down to the ground as I ended the explanation.

"Interesting. Now tell me, why are skeletons of dead animals helping you collect the souls if you can just go somewhere with a snap of your fingers?" asked Pitch when a skeleton of a Gray-Horned Owl holding a glowing blue orb in its talons flew up to me, I grabbed the soul when the owl loosened its talons and the owl perched on my shoulder.

"To be more specific, I have owls, rats, deer, and bobcat skeletons helping me with the soul collecting since they are my 'Soul Collectors' and they help with stray souls that bolt before I can collect them myself and I don't have time to collect each and every one of them, which is why I have them. Now I hope you are done with the questions because even though I am older than you by a millennia, my patience is running low."

"That was my last one."

"Good, now I have to go sort the collected souls. Meet me by North's workshop the day it is a new moon - which is in two days - but don't get seen." He nodded and faded back into the shadows once more.

I waited until I could no longer feel his presence and snapped my fingers. The branches of the surrounding trees turned gray, the snow melted and the grass around my feet turned as gray as the trees, thick fog rolled in and circled my legs until it was about as high as my knee. When the fog reached my knee, a door made completely out of bones came up from the ground and on the door handles where skulls about as big as my palm. On the other side of the door was a vortex, and it would take me where ever I wanted to go. As I stepped through it, more of my helpers went through it as well. Once the door closed, it went back into the ground and the fog disappeared. The only way you could even figure out I was ever there was the gray coloring in the grass and trees.

Cara: TT_TT why did you kill the trees?!
Death: They aren't dead
Cara: What?
Death: I didn't kill them
Cara: What?
Death: *turns to FW* Is she always like this?
FW: Sadly yes, but only when she doesn't get enough sleep
Death: That makes sense
Cara: Review please! No flames though, no one likes flames
FW: And this concludes the prologue :)