Btw before you read I just thought I'd let you know this is based only on the first Guardians book and after the movie - since I only read the first one, haha idk. I haven't read any of the others yet so yeah this was kinda just an idea that popped into my head after reading book one of The Guardians and watching RotG.

This is also a JackxOC (i know those are pretty annoying to some people in this fandom but lol if you don't like those just don't read this) :)

R&R and yada yada yada.

Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians, nor do I own the Guardians of Childhood series. I also do not own any characters from either. William Joyce owns the books and the movies belong to DreamWorks. I only own any of my original characters from this fanfiction.

Prologue: Awakening

Stars shone brightly, piercing through the dark atmosphere with their bright glows, speckles of warm light in the blackness. Numerous kingdoms on billions of different planets prospered, and everyone lived happily through the galaxies.

The Golden Ages.

All evil, typically the fearlings - greatly-feared creatures of the most pure darkness in the universe - was kept away in a special prison never to be opened. That prison was to be watched over and guarded with a keen eye. And the pair of keen eyes that have been chosen especially for the job was Kozmotis Pitchiner.

Pitchiner was a great man - a very trusted, respected, and noble person, with a family of which he cared beyond words for. A kind-hearted man he was. Pitchiner kept the darkness and fearlings in their prison for years and years, more than anyone could count. He was a skilled warrior, for he was also known for having slain free-wandering fearlings and imprisoning them with the rest. For this, in other words, he was known as a hero. Sadly, that all just was.

No one was there the day it happened. But they say that Pitchiner was constantly begged by the desperate fearlings, that the dark creatures crooned to him, perhaps, and one unfortunate day... Pitchiner opened the gate.

He gave in.

He opened the gate just once, releasing the fearlings from their restraints. It was too late to realize his mistake and run from them all - though he wouldn't have even been able to, either. Then, probably laughing at his foolishness, the fearlings taunted the man and overtook him, burying him in their great mass of darkness. The last thing Pitchiner thought and felt was extreme guilt, worry, and fear.

Then from midst of the darkness, out rose an ashen-grey man cloaked in shadows.

No longer was he frightened, no, not at all. This man had fierce gold eyes and a cynical sneer - his whole expression cold. Everything went down from then.

As said earlier, no one knew exactly what happened but that he was overtaken by the fearlings. Ever since then they just knew he was now, and couldn't ever be, the same man he once was. They started to fear him, to call him the Nightmare King. The Nightmare King called himself a new name - Pitch Black - and he relished their fear. He conquered and destroyed many. The Golden Age had ended and the Dark Age was such a wonderful time for him. Few were able to escape.

The Lunar family was one of the last few next, saved especially for last for Pitch. Just as he was planning his attack on them, though, the Lunar family managed to escape their young son, still a boy, on a ship that could transform so that it looked like a moon from the outside. Eventually finding them however, The Nightmare King attacked, but was soon and very suddenly defeated by a special boy, who is named Nightlight.

The two plummeted down to Earth. And in the end, it can be said that Pitch was permanently weakened very much. Not as much that he couldn't still give people nightmares, because yes, he was still quite powerful. But now he was trapped to live on Earth for the rest of his immortal life, with barely anyone - no, no one, actually - that believed or therefore see him. He was a shadow.

The Lunars didn't survive, having been attacked, leaving all but just their son - the Man in the Moon, as he now is known by. Tsar Lunar, who's home can be seen in the night sky today on every full moon and shining crescent.

What happened next in the story goes on with the wizards and bandits and more. And the rest.. and the rest...

..as the centuries pass and go by.

There are now the five Guardians of Childhood - of dreams, hope, wonder, memories, and fun. Pitch Black was defeated again when he tried, and failed, to rise to power on Earth. No mysteries unsolved, the Sandman is back, a new Guardian recruited to the team...

Nothing's wrong.

Right?

Well, no, actually. Because there were some strange situations at hand... all of which the Man in the Moon was having quite a bit of trouble dealing with at the moment.

The moon wasn't just a giant hunk of rock as many may believe. MiM even laughed to himself sometimes at the thought of it. No, this was where he lived, grew up in. The moon was much more than just a big floating spherical silver rock in the sky.

Telescopes, maps, scrolls, books, things you can't even name - they were everywhere in the Lunar Moon Clipper. It was actually more of a very-enormous palace-consisting-of-more-than-a-thousand-rooms-and-other-strange-things than a ship, but anyways, it was home.

Usually he'd be somewhere in one of the many large rooms, mostly the study room, either flipping through a book, watching the people of Earth through his specially designed telescope, or, perhaps, watching down at the Guardians and their newest member's recent pranks on them in amusement to pass the time. But he wasn't there now. Something important was going on at the moment - and that was in the infirmary room.

There was someone else there. A person - a girl around 16 or 17 to be exact, so she was a teen. Her hair lay in a dark frizzy pile on the pillow her head rested on. The velvety sheets were drawn up over her shoulders, and she was turned to the side, clutching a bit of the comforter in her hands. The Man in the Moon watched over her carefully each day and night, anxious for her to wake up.

Why? Well, that is because she was unconscious for centuries.

Many, many centuries.

Every day she'd be laying in her bed, calm as ever, not changing a bit. Every day she'd seem the very same in her unconscious state. And with each passing day MiM was growing in worry that she would never wake up. But she wasn't dead - she couldn't be, because she was also still breathing. It was a peculiar mystery, even to Tsar.

But even more so now, is that she had finally woke up. And when the Man in the Moon heard from one of his helpful little moonbots that she'd even just moved, he was to be, of course, very alert.

Now, kneeling by her side, Manny's cautious yet kind face smiling down at her, he could see her two amber eyes slowly open up.

Hehe so yeah, I wrote a fanfic. This is my first one, in fact. Sorry if it's too boring and really short right now at the moment but it's the prologue and I'm still working on it. I got a lot planned but I'm not gonna tell you yet, so you'll have to wait and review ;)

I wanted this one to be different from other fanfics out there so I got this really cool idea in my head I'm trying to write out for this fanfic so yeahh... Yes, she's an OC. And it will be a pairing with Jack. I will try my hardest not to make it a Mary-Sue and not to rush the plot, and any constructional criticism is appreciated.

This story will have references to the first Guardians book, as you can already see in this beginning chapter. I didn't read all the Guardians of Childhood books, as I've said earlier, but I've read the first one and am basing this off of stuff I read from that.

SORRY FOR THE LAME FIRST CHAPTER BUT IT'S A PROLOGUE, TELL ME YOUR THOUGHTS ON IT IN A REVIEW GUYS, THANKS:)

~FantasyInfinity