A/N: Hey there, this is my first fanfiction, so please go easy! I do appreciate constructive criticism though, so please feel free to mention any errors in spelling or grammar. Thanks!
Guardian's POV:
"See? I told you, it's Pitch!" North said excitedly, as the Man in the Moon showed them who their enemy was.
"Quiet! He's showing us something else!" Tooth replied as a giant crystal appeared out of the ground.
"A new Guardian?" Bunny said unhappily. "Please don't let it be the groundhog, please not the groundhog."
Two images appeared in the light that Manny cast on the crystal.
"Jack Frost? That's even worse!" Bunny growled.
"Yes, but who is the other one, the girl?" North asked.
The girl was around the same age as the frost spirit, and had long, straight, dark-brown hair, with eyes of a pretty looking light orange hue.
Manny saw their confusion and showed them the girl's name. Era Imaji. It was all the information he could give them, for if they knew her whole story, they would never accept her.
No Particular POV:
"They're so pretty papa!" the little girl said to the Boogeyman, her black hair bouncing, and her excited color-changing eyes gleaming.
"I knew they would appeal to your sense of creativity." The man replied as the girl set off to gather materials to create yet another masterpiece. When given inspiration and random materials, the girl could create just about anything.
Rushing back into the room with arms full of materials of all kinds, in the specific colors of pink, green, and blue that the little fairies feathers were composed of, the girl asked, "How did you get so many of the Baby Teeth anyway? I hear Toothy doesn't lend them out to just anyone."
"Who told you that?" Pitch asked wondering which of the visitors that would occasionally venture into his lair had been speaking to her this time.
She set her cloths, paints, and stained glass tiles down with a perplexed look. "I don't think he gave his name, but his aura felt Fae, and he gave me this!" she exclaimed as she pulled out a small pouch.
Pitch stepped back quickly in surprise, knowing what was in the pouch, and asked, "Do you know what that is?"
"The man said it was the magic of his people, very rare, and since he's Fae, I assumed it's Faerie Dust." She replied with a smile.
"You assumed correctly," Pitch sighed, "Just remember to be very careful with it, and only use it if you are in danger."
"Yes papa." The girl replied as she began cutting, painting, and placing things how she wanted them.
Pitch left for his next task, knowing Er would be distracted for quite a while.
Thanks for reading!
