Alright- so I was hit by sudden inspiration. I have a recent love of Rise of the Guardians, and then the idea of prequel hit me. Which is weird, cuz I don't even know the main story yet. Oh, well- I'll get over it. Hope you enjoy! First is the prologue, to introduce the story. Chapter 1 should be up not too long afterwards.
Today, the children of the world live under the protection of the Guardians.
North, the guardian best known as Santa Claus, protecting the wonder of childhood with a heart of gold and a strong sense of justice.
The Tooth Fairy, protecting the memories of children with her valor and kindness.
The Easter Bunny; Bunnymund; protecting children's hope with bravery and heart.
The Sandman, guardian of dreams, protecting the hopes and dreams of all the children.
And now, Jack Frost, the guardian of fun, protecting the children of the world with his unbreakable spirit and childlike mischief.
The guardians protect against the evil Pitch, otherwise known as the "boogeyman", who brings nightmares and creates fear in children's hearts.
The Man in the Moon is like the overseer of the guardians, watching over them and helping whenever he can.
But the Guardians have not been around forever. Even they had to have been "born" sometime. So who defended children before the era of the guardians? Most have forgotten the tales, the heartfelt stories once told by a warm fire now left to fade away in favor of legends of jolly, rosy-cheeked men coming down the chimney, of giant bunnies hiding decorated eggs, of fairies trading teeth for shiny coins, of sand men giving happy dreams, and of young fun-loving boys bringing winter to the world. But for those who have clung to the stories of old, there was a time before these legends came to light.
This is the time telling legends of elfish spitfires, of boisterous thunderheads, of lighthearted raindrops, and of dark powers unknown to the world. This is the time of the stories of believing in the unseen, of childish faith, of unyielding courage, of unbridled freedom, and of blood-curdling fear. This is the tale of the era of the Spirits of the Elements.
Alexandra, the spirit of the sun, the embodiment of courage.
Jonathan, the spirit of the shadows, embodiment of fear.
Leonardo, the spirit of the storm, the embodiment of anger.
Demetri, the spirit of the ocean and the rain, the embodiment of trust.
Kanjir, spirit of the earth, embodiment of faith.
Katelyn, spirit of song, embodiment of music.
And last, but not least, sweet little Everelle, the spirit of the moon, the embodiment of peace.
The people of old believed in these ancient spirits, the spirits' parts in their survival unquestionable. They lived in a delicate balance, one which kept the people happy and in constant comfort, knowing their world was in good hands. But, at one point, all good things must come to an end. And sometimes, it just takes one wrong move, one misstep into evil, to turn even the most peaceful and loving of people into coldhearted monsters.