It had been a few months since Pitch's defeat, and I, the Guardian of Dreams, have resumed my duties alongside the other Guardians; to protect the children of the world.
I sat on my golden cloud, as I streamed dreams out toward the sleeping children. I look out into the distance, watching the golden strands drift into windows, when something caught my eye. I looked back at it as alarm set in; the coloration turning dark, then darker.
My first thought, was to Pitch. I quickly dismissed it, Pitch was defeated, gone by the hands of his own nightmares, but you know; it never hurt to check. I began to creep closer, considering the thought, that maybe, there was something wrong.
As I got closer I noticed that the other strands began to grow darker. This could be bad, something had to be done.
I formed whips, beginning to prepare for any force that needed to be done to those darker strands of gray and black. One whip glowing bright, the other black as night. I turned my head to look closer at it, but then I saw my own hand.
It too was dimming and fading into black.
Oh no.
It was a frightening thought, I threw them to the side, gathering my sand.
I quickly wrapped the sand to my darkening hand, the color fading back to gold; the sound of whimpering children reached my ears.
I turned back, the sand threading through the streets a glimmering black; it was spreading, leeching back to me.
The cloud I saw upon, too, was turning black. I didn't have time to think, I quickly leap off it, slowly drifting to the ground.
Looking around, the cries still came; a scream from a near by building dampening my sadness.
I didn't know what to do, my hand just gaining its coloration back. I needed to gather the Guardians', I needed to be sure that I was alright; after all who would protect the children's dreams.