Hiya. So a few things one: This is taking place after the nightmares drag Pitch down under the bed.

two: I've never read the books but I know about them and some of the story line and characters and I'm just using one or two characters

three: I also like to use the names given to them in the books

Four I do not own Rise of the Guardians the movie or the books just trust me

Okay SO read and enjoy.

Chapter 1

He clawed at the ground trying in vain to remain at the surface. He felt them pulling him, dragging him, to the underworld. He pleaded, "Nooo, nooooo."

His last moments of the surface were of those so called Guardians looking at him in pity. How dare they! How dare they stand there leaving him at the mercy of the night mares! And that man in the moon…. did he have no pity?

But perhaps that damned Man in the Moon only had compassion for his precious Guardians and the children. As he is dragged below, his last thoughts which normally were of anger and hatred and were for the first time overpowered by the fear of the dark.

He did not know how long he had been asleep nor did he know where those demon beast lay, but the moment he opened his eyes he knew they were there watching….. wating. He slowly sat up, every fiber of his being ached, but maybe if he hurried, just maybe, he could escape this horrid place. He sat there for a minute….. then two minutes, waiting for any sound of trouble. Even though this was his domain, he never felt so uncomfortable and unwelcomed. As he slowly rose he cursed the beasts he once called his, he cures the Guardians, he cursed the children, but most importantly he cursed the Man in the Moon.

He never asked to be the boogyman, he never wanted to a creature of the dark, but here he was barely standing in the middle of a cold dark cave he was called his. He tried shifting into the shadows, but was stopped by the screaming muscles. It looked like he would have to travel the old fashion way….on foot. He slowly started walking towards where he hoped wa an exit. His left ankle felt twisted or at the very least hands were scratched and calloused over no doubt from his attempt from staying above. His right shoulder felt sore and his back felt like it was trapped, a most likely case. He would heal soon, but for now he needed to find safety and rest. He took a glance at his robes, now tattered and about to fall apart, he sighed.

*thud* He froze. There was something in here with him, and that thought frightened him.

*thud* His heart began to speed up.

*thud thud* Ignoring the pain, he ran or at least he tried.

He could hear them coming for him, most likely to finish him but he was not ready for existence to end. He had to at least try to escape a light lay ahead of him he ran towards it, it was small but it was there.

Behind him the hooves were getting louder his heart pounded in his chest. When suddenly in dread he realized a wall blocked his way the light wa from a small hole he pounded his fist on the wall and turned to look back they were coming he started to claw at the wall digging his way put the wall started to rumble in placed he ignored his throbbing hands and continued until finally the wall gave way to umble. He climbed out and although he stumbled he ran into the woods no longer hearing the hoof beats he still ran. HE would have to push himself off a tree every few feet but finally he came across a small clearing and fell. On his knees he looked up at the setting sun and on the rising moon. He took a breath and said, "Curse you…. and the Guardians."

He closed his eyes and felt his body grew warm then before he fell into an unconscious sleep he heard a voice from above, "Rest now Pitch and remember who you were meant to be…..."

In the woods was a cottage by a lake with a garden. Vegetables and fruits lay inside the cottage's garden neatly alongside roses, lilies and vines that were left to their own devices and covered half of the cottage. They ran wild and without a care covering the cottage in such a way that if you just so happened to stumble upon this particular location you would have assumed it to be abandoned. On the other hand the lake was obviously teeming with life. The frogs sat on their lily pads contently and an occasional turtle would lift its head out of the water. Lad creatures such as squirrels and deer would approach the like and take a drink. The geese would swim lazily before taking flight for a few minutes before settling back down in the water.

One goose in particular was slightly larger than the others and sat on the front porch looking out onto the lake. This particular goose went by the name Kaliash. He had a yellow neck that blended into his white body and eyes gave way an intelligent soul, but his scared beak betrayed a fighter within the waterfowl. He turned his eyes toward the moon, his eyes widened and he flapped his wings giving three loud honks as he did so.

"What?! What do you mean!?" a female voice called from within the cottage.

Kaliash gave two more honks before standing up.

Silence followed before the door slams open to reveal a pear shaped woman with curly auburn hair tied in a ponytail. She wore a yellow long sleeve shirt, and jeans that were smeared in dirt.

Her grey eyes were fixed on the moon before giving a short nod. She turned to Kaliash, "Go. I'll follow you."

Kaliash gave a nod before walking off the the porch and started off due east with the setting sun,

Behind him the woman quickly put on her books an grabbed her pack and hurried after Kaliash.

Fifteen minutes later

After she found Kaliash waddling around an unconscious Pitch laying on his side.

"Is he….." The woman left the question the question unfinished.

Kaliash shook his head and started to peck at Pitch's hand.

"Kaliash! Don't!" The woman went to shoo the goose away when Kaliash honked and lifted the limp hand up for her to see.

She gasped and quickly grabbed the hand not believing her eyes. Pitch's hand was pale… not grey as it should be but pale like a human who ignored the turned Pitch on his back, ignoring his groan and looked at his face, his grey color was fading to a normal skin tone.

The woman turned her gaze toward the moon, "What is happening to him?" She was quiet and slowly her eyes grew wide and she looked down at Pitch. There was no love in her heart for him, there never was and it wasn't like she owned the pathetic creature anything. If anything he owed her. But regardless she let the Man in the moon talk to her and instruct her in what she should do.

Her face grew somber, "I shall do as you ask Tzar, but I will not let him see his story…" She grew silent again, listening. Then said, "Perhaps when he has healed. But trust me when I say I will not rewrite his story, it would just lead to too many possibilities and that is never good. So, when he has healed I will let him read the story but for now let's get him to the cottage. Kaliash?" She turned to the goose, "We must get him to the cottage. We'll deal with his injuries when we get there."

The goose honked and their work began.

I am currently writing another Rise of the Guardians Called "Love is in the Air"

It's still in progress but I had this idea and wanted to get started on it before the idea left me.

So hopefully I will if I'm not updating this story then I'm updating "Love is in the Air"

Anyway, Hope you liked the first chapter. Reviews and comments are welcomed!