Alright, I finally got my act together and started writing this fanfiction. I have a decent outline for what I want to do with this story and so I will post up the first chapter. (does happy dance) Just a warning... ok, two warnings. The first is that I'm following the timeline of the movie while taking a few things from the books and then putting in my own flair. The second is that I won't be updating regularly for this, because of other things (stares at Hetalia stuff).
Disclaimer: I don't own Rise of the Guardians or the series The Guardians of Childhood. They belong to other people, I just write about them because they are awesome. There will be OCs and they belong to me.
Remember, you are a guardian too; so always believe.
Jack saw the Northern Lights dance about in the sky. Meaning that North was calling them all to his workshop. 'What could have happened?' Jack wondered as he let the wind take him up into the sky, heading towards the North Pole. The Northern Lights were only used if something big came up or for an emergency.
It had been a year since Pitch was defeated by Jack and the other guardians. Surely, he couldn't be back so soon? There would have been signs. There would have been something.
Ok, there was one thing that was in the back of Jack's mind as he flew through the skies. It was only a nameless fear, a nightmare forgotten upon awakening. It didn't feel like something Pitch would do though. He made sure the people would remember the nightmare. This was something different. Though as to what it was, Jack had no clue.
He landed at the front door to the workshop and knocked. North had made it clear that Jack was to knock before entering that place due to his past about trying to sneak in. The doors opened and Phil looked down at Jack.
"Hi, Phil. Just visiting," Jack said, smiling.
Phil looked down at Jack with suspicion, but did let him anyway.
Jack tipped an invisible hat and went inside. The workshop never ceased to amaze Jack. It was always so full of life, no matter what time of year it was.
"Jack! Up here!" North said waving down at Jack.
'Well, he seems to be in a good mood,' Jack mused as he ran through the hallways up to where North and the others were. Bunny wasn't there yet, but that was to be expected since he was getting ready for Easter once again. Hopefully this time things would go as planned and the kids would get their eggs this year. There was someone there that Jack didn't recognize. He was pale… no, not pale. His skin was luminescent and it glowed softly.
"Glad you could come," North said, "This is Nightlight. He is also a guardian, but he was with Manny for all this time. Manny thought it was best to have him join us."
Nightlight smiled and extended a hand, in which Jack took.
"What are you guardian of?"
Nightlight did some weird stuff with his hands, but didn't say anything.
"Oh, right, I should say that he can't talk. He uses sign language. It's not that hard to learn. Anyway, he is the guardian of courage."
Nightlight put his pointer finger to the corner of his eye, then flung it outwards, closing his eyes in the process.
Something hit Jack in the back of the head, making him fall forward on the ground. He looked up again, to see Bunny looking down at him.
"Have a good trip, mate?"
Jack scowled at Bunny, which made North laugh. Nightlight looked amused, but helped Jack up. He beckoned to Jack to follow him. Together they went up to the roof of the workshop, a place that Jack loved going to when he stayed at the place. Nightlight sat Jack down the proceeded to take out a stack of papers and handed them to Jack.
There were pictures on them. The first one was just a picture of Nightlight, but looking a bit younger and a bit different. He looked more human; his hair was a light blond color and his skin was a dark tan. The next one had a girl and a wizard like person standing on either side of Nightlight.
Jack looked up. "Did you draw these?" he asked. Nightlight nodded and motioned to continue.
Jack went to the next picture. The girl was missing and Nightlight and the wizard looked sad. Behind them, there is a dark shadow.
"Is that Pitch?"
Nightlight shook his head and put a finger up to Jack's lips. Jack was going to ask what that was about, but thought better of it and flipped to the next picture. The girl was lying on the ground and the shadow was looming over her. Jack could swear it was Pitch, but this shadow looked more menacing than Pitch, if that were possible.
In the next picture, the wizard, Sandy, and North were fighting Pitch. This Jack knows is Pitch due to the fact that it is Pitch's general shape and hair. Behind Pitch was a cave and he could see Nightlight going into that cave.
Jack flipped to the next page, in which Nightlight was all alone in what looked like a dark cavern. All he had was a staff. There were a pair of eyes watching Nightlight. They weren't Pitch's, that was for sure. Pitch had silver-golden yellow eyes. The pair drawn in the picture were a dark red color.
In the next picture, Nightlight found the girl. She looked dead in the picture. But Nightlight was different in this picture. In the others, his hair was blond. But in this picture, it was white and his skin looked like it was radiating light. In the background, there was the moon in a crescent form. It too looked like it was glowing along with Nightlight.
In the next picture, the girl and Nightlight were standing up, smiling and dancing. Pitch was to the side, looking put off and sulking. The menacing shadow was no where to be seen. The wizard, North, Sandy, and a new man with the crescent moon as a broach were with the girl and Nightlight.
The last picture had Nightlight looking determined, holding his staff, which looked more like a weapon, next to the man with the moon broach.
Jack looked at Nightlight, who was looking at Jack eagerly. "So… this was how you became a guardian?" Jack asked.
Nightlight nodded enthusiastically. He pointed to Sandy and made a few and gestures very quickly. One of them looked like a talking motion, so Jack could guess that Sandy told Nightlight to share his story.
"You're a very good artist," Jack said, not sure of what else to say.
Nightlight put his hand to his mouth then moved it outwards to Jack, mouthing the word, "Thank you."
"So what happened to your voice? Did you lose it or did you just never have it?"
Nightlight shook his head and pointed once again at Sandy then to himself.
Jack had been told that Sandy could talk, but he chose not to in order not to wake the children who were sleeping. And then he had forgotten how to use his voice. He was completely fine with it. "So, you chose not to like Sandy?"
Nightlight nodded. He then took out a pad of paper and a pencil and handed them to Jack as if to say, "Now it's your turn."
"Alright, but just to warn you I'm awful at drawing compared to you."
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"It seems like your little plan worked, Sandy," North commented. Jack and Nightlight had been talking to each other for a while now (they moved inside the workshop because North told them too).
Sandy nodded, and sipped on his eggnog. Over the past year... no, it was longer than that, but especially over the past year, Sandy felt like he was playing Jack's parent. He was always keeping an eye on the young guardian and there were times in which Jack came to Sandy for various reasons a child would to a parent. Sandy still had in mind the last time Jack stopped by.
Sandy was reading on of his many books when Jack showed up, once again. He looked sad, which bothered Sandy. The dream guardian gave Jack a quizzical look.
"Can we talk?" Jack asked, a bit awkwardly.
Sandy nodded and led Jack to the bedroom in which Sandy set up for the young guardian. He knew of Jack's wandering nature, as did the other guardians. So Sandy and North set up rooms for Jack whenever the guardian wanted a place to stay that wasn't by himself.
Sandy sat down by Jack's favorite spot in the room, on the window ledge. Jack slowly walked over there and sat down next to Sandy. They looked out on the water, where the moon's reflection could be seen. It was a beautiful sight; so peaceful and calm.
"Lately, Sandy, I've been feeling lonely, even though I know I shouldn't. I have you guys and then there's Jamie, but some days... I don't know."
Sandy put a hand on Jack's shoulder. and nodded understandingly. He knew how Jack was feeling. Friends were great, but sometimes a friend in your age group was needed. Jack was much older than Jamie, but much younger than the other guardians. Mostly by maturity.
"Is this normal?" Jack asked.
The Sandman wasn't sure what to respond to that. Not everyone went through what Jack was going through, but at the same time... Jack was also stuck in the body of a teenager. All of those emotions that teenagers went through was going through Jack. Sandy let up a few symbols giving the general meaning of: Don't worry yourself over it.
And then Sandy told the Man in the Moon about it and the Man in the Moon delivered. But there was something that bothered Sandy that Manny told him. There was trouble brewing. How long it was going to brew, no one knew.
But, for the time being, all was calm. Just as if there was a storm coming.
Foreshadowing? Maybe... (evil English major grin)
As a note, Nightlight's communication is a mixture between American sign language and charades.
Please comment, it helps with my writing. I have no idea when I'll post up the next chapter, but I will promise that you'll get to meet my OC next chapter.