A/N: After months of no inspiration for this sequel and no access to a computer, the sequel to "Rain" is finally in the works! Yea! And this, of course, will feature my new OC introduced at the end of the previous story. Just some background info that won't spoil anything...her name is Camilla, the Spirit of the Wind. It means "freeborn" and her center is restoration. Just ponder on that as this fic unfolds. Thank-you for your patience and please follow!

Only a hundred years have passed since the battle with the so-called Doctor Morbus-whose name means "death"-and the Guardians were still shaken up from a spirit who was trusted for centuries. All of them, especially Jack, whom Morbus had healed, could not figure out why he would do such a horrible thing. Fortunately, things have calmed down, and belief around the world was better than ever...

Even Pitch Black had recovered, despite his sickening hatred of the Guardians who would always threaten him in his mission to rule the world in darkness. He could not believe he helped the one young spirit who always stands in his way. But he kept reminding himself of the real intention of saving Jack's life, or lack thereof. Pitch hated Morbus, and did not want him to destroy his arch-nemesis. Then Morbus would get all of the credit, not the Nightmare King. No, Pitch was going to do this his way. But he can't do it alone. He was going to need some help. From an unsuspecting spirit...with the power that made even Pitch raise an eyebrow in surprise and impressed.

The North Pole was as busy as ever, preparing for Christmas that was 360 days away. And North was just being his jolly self. Or as jolly as patience can take him when the yetis keep coming in without knocking. Seriously, it blows his ideas to tiny bits of ice all over the wooden floor of his office. It gets very frustrating, but the saint does keep his cool. He never gets downright angry, unless an enemy threatens his family, the Guardians. Morbus had really thrown him for a loop when he betrayed and hurt them. Camilla had saved them from obliteration, then she vanished into thin air...literally. North's wonder and curiosity got the best of him, so he started going through his massive library to learn all he could about this strange, ancient spirit. He engrossed himself in his thick dusty books, until the inevitable happened.\

SLAM!

North took a deep breath, rubbing his wrinkled temples. "How many times have I told you to knock?" The yeti blurbed in yetish as North's headache worsened. "Don't vorry...I vill kill zem myself." North slumped his shoulders as he left his office, on his way to end the "fight" between the hard-headed Easter Bunny and the infamous Jack Frost before they destroyed any more of his workshop.

"I'm gonna kill ya Frost!"

"You gotta catch me first, Kangaroo!"

Aster growled as he bounded after the youth who kept throwing snowballs into his face. He couldn't help but smile to himself as to how far their relationship has grown over the past hundred years or so. They've grown closer as brothers, but something in him makes him hope for...more. Maybe Jack feels the same ab-

A snowball knocks him square in the face as Jack flips in the air, giggling his ass off.

"OK OK! Party over!" North steps in front of Aster, giving a playful glare to Jack, who was fighting his laughter. "No chasing inside workshop while toys are being made!"

Aster scoffed at Jack, who was confused for a second. "So, wait...the yetis are always working on toys." The older guardians didn't say a word as the boy pondered the situation.

"Thought they couldn't pull one over ya, Frostbite, but ah guess I underestimated your stupidity."

North shook his head as Jack pummeled Aster onto the ground and they chased each other outside of the workshop. "Oh Manny, I'm getting too old for dis..."

A/N: I know it's short, but it's just an opener for the real deal!