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Really Death?
"You've been in the dark for too long," whispered the moon on a cold winter's night. Owls hooting and wolves howling were prominent and adorned with the smell of wet wood, made this night. Not the cool air that sends a chill down your spine, or the thick snow decorating the grass, or even the two sprits talking.
"I wonder whose fault that is," a sarcastic female voice spit back. Fierce, crystal blue, eyes staring at the moonlight, wavy silver hair dancing in the ghostly wind. Soft facial features that don't suit the mood behind their eyes embellish her oval face. Soft, small, sickly pale hands curled in fists, rested beside curvy hips, the sharp black nails cutting her skin, causing the snow beneath to become crimson.
North's Workshop
Flying helicopters and gadgets of all kinds flew through the space above the industrial yetis. Russian artworks adorn the redwood walls. Columns of ebony were everywhere in an attempt to hold up the large dome roof. Little elves were playing with Christmas lights, pranking some unfortunate yetis, drinking eggnog and munching on cookies, much to the annoyance of all the hairy yetis. North was very tempted to just sit back and join in the munching of cookies as well as the drinking of some delicious eggnog, which was smooth like chocolate on the mouth.
However Manny was here. North looked upon the moonlight shining through a window in front of a massive world globe, glistening with tiny lights, his baby blue eyes full of wonder. '"Vait a bit Manny, I have to get the others," he pronounced with a thick Russian accent whilst pushing down a switch the size of his massive, rough hands. This switch produced beautiful lights in the sky, similar to rainbows; these lights are what the world calls the Northern Lights. "There now, the other's vill come. Sorry for the vait Manny."
"It's okay, I was expecting to wait anyway," the moonlight whispered in response. With that, North's thick black eyebrows shot up in surprise, his hands fiddling with his long white beard in thoughtfulness.
"Vat iz it you vant to talk to uz about anyway?"
"You'll see."
"What is it mate'? Why'd ya call us all here, aye?" spoke a 6ft tall white and grey rabbit with an Australian accent. Emerald eyes showed confusion, whiskers twitching in anticipation. Black tribal markings adorned his forehead and arms, as well as his legs. A thick leather rope carried a range of weapons on his back, including a boomerang. He also wore leather bindings on his legs and arms for decorative purposes.
"Vah, Bunny!" exclaimed North, as he lifted his arms in the air, ready to greet his fellow guardian, with an attempt at a hug, much to the dismay of Bunnymund. "Man in Moon," North answered after his greeting.
"Oh." Bunny noticed the moonlight shining in at that moment and feeling stupid, he decided he would be quiet until the others arrived. However, he couldn't help but gaze at the moon and wonder why would the man in the moon is making himself wait?
"What is it? Is everything alright?" spoke a colourful being, with a human body covered in feathers of blue yellow and green. Instead of human hair, she had an array of feathers, creating a crown effect, with the colours of yellow, blue and green made her hair. The bridge of her nose was covered with tiny pink feathers. Her violet eyes panicking, causing her unique eyelashes to flutter, along with her slightly pink, translucent, insect wings. A few miniature, deeper aqua hummingbirds, fluttering around her and heeding her every order. "First premolar, Japan, Tokyo, Doma Shin-Nakano, Floor 5, Room 102."
"Everything iz okay Tooth. Man in Moon vould just like to speak to uz. I don't know vhat about though," North replied, already guessing her next question. A strong gust of wind swept a shower of golden sand in through the window, bringing along a short, chubby man, with a golden spiky bedhead and kind facial features. It also brought a man with windswept white hair, ice-blue eyes and broad features. The chubby man also known as Sandy, conjured up a golden sand image of the moon above his head as well as a question mark beside it. The platinum Blondie is known by the name of Jack Frost. Jack is quite a lanky boy, with skinny legs and broad shoulders; however, he's about two thirds the height of the huge North. Roughly making him the third tallest of the five Guardians.
"Is Pitch back again?" asked Jack, joining the others in their confusion.
"I von't know," answered North, awaiting Manny's request.
"I need you to bring the light back into someone's life."
"Vhose?"
"Death's."