So, completely forgot about putting this in when I first posted the story. Yes, I am working on a new story. This one is currently moving faster in my head than Rise of Mephiles, so it's likely that this one will update more often, but the chapters will be a bit shorter on average. So, I now present; Dark Side of the Moon!
One year. It had been a year since the winter spirit Jack Frost had helped the Guardians of Childhood defeat Pitch Black, the boogeyman. Afterwards, he'd been officially named a Guardian; the Guardian of Fun, to be exact. The number of his believers had been growing since that night, slowly, but steadily, since then. Jamie and his friends had been spreading the word as best they could to other kids, with kept Jack busy with plenty of work to do, helping to prove their words. Of course, his work could never really be called "work," as it involved creating plenty of memorable snow days and starting massive snowball fights.
It certainly had helped ease the loneliness that had been hanging over Jack's head for the past three centuries, though finding a family in the Guardians had also helped. There were times that he would stay in a room North had prepared for him at the workshop. Other times, he would simply let the winds carry him to wherever, bringing the snow with him.
Colors shimmering across the night sky caught his attention. While most occurrences of the Northern Lights were natural, these were different. They were magical. That was because these radiated in all directions from a spire at North's workshop, activated when the Guardians were needed for a task. The last major event that had caused the lights to be activated was when Pitch had attempted to overthrow and destroy the Guardians. Now, Jack had to wonder what the new case was. Throwing one final blanket of snow on the ground, the pale, wiry teen called out to the wind. "Take me to the North Pole!"
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'You sure lucked out on your timing, mate." The large grey rabbit commented as he defrosted himself near the fire that North always made sure to have going whenever a meeting was called. E. Aster Bunnymund, or Bunny, had put the final touches on his eggs for the day moments before the lights had been activated. Easter was still weeks off, but Bunny was aiming to both make up for the previous Easter, which had been spoiled by Pitch, and make sure he wouldn't have a repeat occurrence by making sure that he had a stockpile that he could work with before the sun rose on Easter.
North let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. "You worry too much, my friend." The large, bearded Russian commented. "Pitch is gone. He will not bother us for some time."
A green and blue-feathered fairy flitted about nervously at North's words. "I really hope so…" Tooth whispered, putting a reassuring hand over Baby Tooth, one of her small, helper fairies. Her eyes glanced over to the one who had requested the meeting.
Golden, and appearing to be made almost entirely out of sand, was Sandman, or Sandy. While already known to be the quiet one of the group, he seemed, if was possible, to be quieter than usual. He floated around slowly, though there seemed to be an air of nervousness about him.
A cold gust of wind finding its way into the workshop through an opening in the roof, which Bunny protested loudly about, announced Jack's arrival. The pale teen swung down from the rafters before dropping the last several feet, prompting a playfully muttered "show-off" from Bunny. "So, what's the party about this time?" He asked with a small smirk. "Q start a mad love rampage with Valentine's Day right around the corner?" Q, otherwise known as Cupid, was nothing like the sweet, diaper-wearing cherub that most people imagined. Q was tall, and tended to be intimidating-looking, though he was a pretty decent guy in actuality, as much as Bunny might say differently.
Much like how Jack and Bunny had been at odds over the Easter Blizzard of '68, with Bunny holding the grudge, Q and Bunny also had a long-standing disagreement. It has started before Bunny had become a Guardian, and was still figuring out how to handle Easter. One year, he'd started Easter far too early, and Easter and Valentine's day had collided with near-disastrous results. Q and Bunny had yet to get to the point where they could be left alone with each other in the same room without trying to kill each other; they could barely stand just being in the same room as the other, mostly because of Bunny.
"I was not one to call meeting, Jack." North replied to the winter spirit. "At least, not one who decided to call meeting." The Guardian of Wonder gestured to Sandman. "Sandy asked for me to call meeting.'
At his name, Sandy floated closer to the group, worry etching small lines across his face. "Sandy said that he had worrying dream. He wished to speak to us about it."
Bunny grimaced. "So, you're telling me that you dragged all of us out here because the dreamer had a nightmare?"
The rabbit's words made Sandy shoot Bunny a dark look as he shook his head. Golden sand swirled above Sandy's head, forming a small, golden Pitch.
"You had a dream about Pitch?" Tooth's words made the other small fairies who had come with her huddle close to her, remembering well what had occurred the last time Pitch had showed up. "Is he getting ready to return already? I thought it would take much longer than a year, considering how long it took from when we faced him in the Dark Ages."
North stepped in before Jack and Bunny could add questions in, a solution in hand. "Sandy has decided to show us, which should answer all questions. I see confusion on your face, Jack. When Sandy focuses power, he can control dream person has. He does not do it often, as he likes children to have influence on dreams they have. This, however, is special case. Come! Let us get comfy for some sleeping!"
The five Guardians moved to a different room in the workshop, where a number of beds were laid out. As Sandy readied four small balls of dream sand, the other four picked their beds, Tooth's fairies huddling close, and settled in. "Ready when you are, Sandy." North affirmed to the Guardian of Dreams, who nodded back in response, before lightly tossing each of the balls at the other Guardians, putting them to sleep. As they started to fall into their dreams, Sandy pulled a line of dream sand from the shapes floating over the sleeping forms, carefully weaving the strands together. Once they were securely woven, he began concentrating on the dream that he'd had the night before, pushing the memory of it into the merged dreams. His focus shifted entirely to maintaining the structure and flow of the dream, letting his fellow Guardians see what had occurred.
Get used to small cliffhangers. I am loving them for chapter endings.
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