North was working idly in his office, Christmas just passed so they were able to rest for the week or two. His mind wandered to the life he used to live before he was chosen as a Guardian. His beautiful wife, Wanda; from her soft silver hair, her bright joyful blue eyes, his beautiful Wanda. The laugh lines around her lips brought a smile to his own lips. He remembers when she took her last breaths, Even then she has a graceful smile on her face. He wiped away his tears as he pushed his chair away from his desk. His tears subsided and he moved to pull himself back to his work only to have Phil walk in the room.
"What is it?"
Phil started to explain what happened, which was slightly hard to understand since his voice was frantic.
"What do you mean a child? Here, at the Pole." North stood and grabbed his thick fur jacket, hat, and his swords, just in case, and headed out the door following Phil.
He followed Phil and two yetis outside to see several more yetis surrounding a small bundle in the snow. North kneeled down to get a closer look at the bundle to see a small white haired infant in clothes that were far too big for his small body. At the Pole, it was around negative twenty degrees, if not lower, so he was not surprised to see that the young infant's eyes were closed. He reached to take his hat off, a sign of mourning, only to have a powerful gust of wind blow over the child, causing his eyes to open slowly to North as if he was waking up from a small nap. North was taken back by his gorgeous blue eyes gazing up at him. His eyes sparkled as if they were freshly cut diamonds. He has never seen eyes as beautiful since his beloved Wanda. Phil explained that each time they tried to pick him up to warm his body, he would cry loudly.
"Hm, oh! Idea!" he quickly picked up some snow and rubbed his all over his arms.
He picked him up in his now cold snow covered arms and smiled to see he was content in his arms.
"There we go," he whispered softly while the Moon started to appear. "Manny, what is it, old friend?"
"This young infant was a young teenager are one time. He was abused in many different forms. You are the Guardian of Wonder and Joy."
"I-I don't know how to take care of a child. Ho-" before he could finish his question, Manny disappeared from the sky, leaving North confused with the young infant in his arms.
He slowly rose from his kneeling position and walked back to the Pole. How was the jolliest man on the planet, the man who gives presents to millions of children in one night, going to take care of a child?
End of Prologue