Chapter 1

Disclaimer: If I actually owned Rise of the Guardians, do you think I would resort to writing fanfiction? No, there would be a series already.

Author's note: Ya might want to read this to clear things up. In this fanfiction, the Man in Moon placed Nightlight in Jacqueline (Jack) to save his life. Nightlight and Jacqueline will sort of fuse together, so they're one person, not two people in one body. Jack (Nightlight+Jacquelin) is intersex, and his body is neither girl or boy. So basically, it means that Jack doesn't have chest milk bags or sperm producers. No periods, and no puberty stuff, really. Jack will be physically twelve in this. Why? Because I like it when my characters are young.

There will be NO pairings that are not canon. Nightlight will still like Katherine. That's the only pairing you'll see. Although it'll be subtle since I generally dislike romance. And when I say subtle, I mean so subtle that you won't notice it. So if you're looking for romance, then this isn't for you.

Jack will have all of the powers of Nightlight and the Spirit of Winter.

Jack can sing. Mainly because Nightlight and his lullaby, and because I think it's cool. Jack will be able to imitate anyone's voice.

I accept constructive criticism. This is my first fanfiction I've written. Flame me all you want, I'll laugh. Why would you want to insult someone anyway? If you don't like it, just get out. You don't even know me anyway.

May the snakes protect you and your dreams.


Pitch Black was defeated and banished to the underground! Nightlight smiled brightly as everyone in Santoff Claussen laughed and danced around.

The battle had been very hard. There were many injuries, and almost everyone died. Fear was excluding from everyone, fear for their life, their homes, their friends, and their family. With each wave of terror, Pitch Black grew stronger and stronger, and his Fearlings and Nightmare men, as well as the Dream pirates. Nightlight had stabbed and gored through them with his staff, along with the help of North, E. Aster Bunnymund, Toothiana, Sandy, Ombric, Katherine, the Abominable Snowmen, and the citizens of Santoff Claussen.

No one knew Nightlight could sing, besides MiM and the moonbeams. Mainly because Nightlight didn't talk. He could put someone to sleep, or calm someone down by singing a lullaby. He could also imitate anyone's voice, but never found a reason to.

So when Nightlight noticed that Pitch was absorbing the fear and getting more powerful, he knew he had to cut off the source of power. Nightlight flew up to the tallest building in the Arctic village and started singing, making it up as he went, but made sure to keep himself hidden. Why? Because Nightlight was shy.

Everyone in the battlefield stopped to look around for the source of the sound. It was beautiful. It spoke of hope, of love, and of happiness. The song calmed everyone down, and brought a sense of peace, of joy, of belonging. Meanwhile, the Fearlings were getting aggravated, and Pitch could feel his power draining away.

With the song by their side, the Guardians of Childhood gained the upper hand, and destroyed all of the Fearlings, Nightmare men, and Dream Pirates. They finally had banished Pitch into the underground.

"I'll be back," Pitch had snarled as he tumbled pathetically down the hole, "I'll be back and I'll win the next time."


It was getting dark, yet the party was still going on. Nightlight sat on the ledge of a building as he watched the people below.

"Hey, Nightlight," Katherine came to him with two cups of hot chocolate. Nightlight smiled. He accepted the drink and they toasted over the victory of Pitch's defeat, although Nightlight didn't drink the warm, creamy brown hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows. They sat there for a while, holding hands, one glowing, and one warm. Then Katherine left to go to bed.

One by one, the lights all turned off, leaving the village in darkness, save for one glowing boy. Nightlight hummed contently, as he guarded the village in solitude.

Then, a dark shadow with eyes slinked by the outskirts of the village. Nightlight frowned. It must have been a Fearling that escaped from the massacre. Should he try to chase it away? Nightlight debated for a while. The Fearling was weak. It was wispy and smoky, rather than the dark black beings Nightlight was used to. The Fearling then floated away. He couldn't let it live! Leaving behind a streak of light, Nightlight chased after the Fearling.

Despite the Fearling being weak, it was still shadow, and light and shadows are both equally fast. The Fearling twisted and turned, flew up and down. Nightlight was so focused on the Fearling, he didn't notice that they left the Arctic, and entered North America. Nightlight followed it until the Fearling zipped into a house that looked like it was about to be painted. Nightlight cornered the Fearling against the wall, then, just before he speared through the Fearling with his staff, the Fearling knocked a bucket of paint onto his head. After the Fearling shriveled up and died, Nightlight took a closer look at the paint.

It was... felt horrible, yet familiar. Nighlight tentatively touch the dripping paint. His eyes widened. It was lead paint! Lead, which could possibly kill him, since lead absorbs light, and Nightlight was practically made of of pure light. Nightlight desperately tried to wipe it off with his hands, to no avail. It was like wiping off water from your skin with your hands. He tried to fly out of the house, only to fall. It seem that the lead was draining his strength away.

The room was painted with lead, he was covered in lead, and he might have swallowed some lead. Nightlight's glow was dimming quickly, as he tried to shake off the paint. He stumbled outside, and tried to find the nearest source of water. His breathes came in short, haggard gasps, and dizziness weaved in and out of his eyes.

It was like the time when Pitch had thrown him into that lead cage, except this time, no one was around to help him. No one.

Nightlight fell to his knees, spots dancing in his eyes. What the heck was in that paint?

He looked up at the big bright moon. The moon where MiM was currently at. Pitch was defeated, and Manny was an adult and could take care of himself. It seemed like he was dying because he wasn't needed anymore. Oh Katherine, he thought, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, North, Toothiana, and Aster. I'm sorry, Kailash, Sandy, Ombric, and the Abominable Snowmen. I'm sorry, everyone.

With a slump to the ground, Nightlight was no more.


No no NO! The Man in Moon frantically paced around. Nightlight could not die! He was still needed! Everyone needed him! The Guardians would fall into depression, and especially Katherine! Manny frantically tried to search for something that would help his friend in his vast library. As he skimmed through his many books, a Lunar Moth carried a massive book over to him, then flicked to a page. Manny looked through it. Hmm. There might still be a way to save Nightlight.

Manny hoped he had picked the right person. They had to be pure in order for the light in Nightlight to reside there. The baby glowed in the night as she slept peacefully. For now, Nightlight will be gone. But when Pitch somes back, Nightlight will rise once again. Except he would be in a different body. Technically a girl, but once the changes have set in, the body might become intersex.

Now, Nightlight better not die again. Or in this case, Jacqueline. She better not die.

Now, to break the news to the guardians.