Everything Would Be Different
By: Carol Molliniere
A/N: So, another ROTG/GOC fanfiction. I am currently obsessed with this fandom, and I apologize. But the next chapter of "Yeshuah and the Twelve Disciples" will come out. Just not yet. (I'm working out all the plot holes.)
Disclaimer: I don't own Rise of the Guardians/Guardians of Childhood.
(UPDATE [2/4/14]: To prevent confusion and/or violent reactions, this takes place before I found out about the fourth book.)
Once, a little girl was suffering. Everything was going wrong in her life. Her parents were gone, there was war, and she hated every second of it. She walked up to the windowsill of her room to think about everything that was going on in her life.
Out of the black of the night came a star. She perked up. A shooting star! That was rare, for one rarely ever came where she was. The little girl clasped her hands together and began to think of what she would wish for.
Then she had it.
"I wish that Pitch Black, the Nightmare King, never ever existed."
Thinking good of this, she went back to her bed and fell into a deep sleep.
With that one wish, time began to rewrite itself. The sands in the hourglasses moved back, moved back to destroy and create new moments in time. Moments that would change the history of the Guardians as we know them.
Or rather, change the history of ordinary people.
With this wish, the little girl unknowingly caused the Guardians to cease to exist.
Lady Pitchiner was killed by a Fearling when she was six months pregnant with a boy, who should have been called Kozmotis had he not died with his mother.
Time began to flow again. But this time, more different than ever before.
The Golden Age changed. The lives of people changed.
The House of Lunanoff was expecting a baby boy, to be the prince. He was born without any delay, beloved by all the Constellations the way his parents were.
And it is here that our story begins.