Tiny, flickering street lights shone dimly, hardly cutting through the darkness of the city. Tall, looming, broken old buildings wound up to the sky. In some windows, fragrant trees draped in tinsel, small lights, and shining bulbs stood cheerily, showing off their fancy attire.

In one of the buildings with one such tree, a small girl in a bright, pink-tinged purple dress flew silently on wings that resembled those of a monarch butterfly, only in a deep violet color.

"Come on," She hissed to her brother as the two crept to the room of a very special little girl, "She's in here."

The small girl turned the knob to the room, seeing a toddler about her size fast asleep.

"Good-he hasn't scared her yet. We can allow the Sugar Plums to dance now!"

The girl allowed her long, hazelnut-brown braid to rest on her shoulder as she waved her tiny wand. It was a long, sapphire blue wand with a bright sugar plum at the top.

"Dream, little darling, allow the joy to flow," She began, reciting the ancient words she'd used so many times before, "Let the little Sugar Plums to dance all in a row."

The little fairy reached into her pocket, pulling out a handful of sand, which matched her dress color. She walked right over to the bed and fluttered up silently until she was right above the girl's head, then blew the sand out of her palm.

It lingered for a moment before clumping above Sophie's head, forming images of sugar plums standing in a row.

"Do fan kicks," The fairy whispered with shimmers in her eyes, "And then fox-trot steps, and all sorts of other tricks!"

The plums obeyed, kicking and trotting, rolling and waltzing. The sand swirled around them gracefully, and Sophie grinned in her sleep.

Suddenly, the sand began to darken, slicing through the plums. The fairy narrowed her eyes and gritted her teeth, sure she knew who'd come...

And, soon enough, a figure loomed over little Sophie's bed. Long, grey, sickly fingers played with the hair on her head.

"What a sweet little girl," Pitch Black himself snarled, "It'd sure be a shame if her dreams became corrupted, crippled, and gnarled..."

The little fairy narrowed balled her fists, holding out her wand.

"Fuck off," She warned with seething rage, "Or with violence I'll respond!"

Pitch Black grinned deviously, stroking the little girl.

"Oh," He asked, "Is that so? how frightened I must look. In fact, I must look so scared, all of the world shall know how bad I shook! This very night, my little dear, you're in for a big surprise: You've protected this wench for many years, but this year she'll meet her demise!"

With that, the old Boogeyman snatched up the little girl, hopped upon his pet Night Mare, and she leped out with a hurl.

"Oh, shit!" The little fairy cursed, "The bastard's gone too far! Nutcracker, come along-and bring that metal bar!"

With that she flew out of the window, chasing the black sand horse.

'Father Moon!' Sugar Plum Fairy thought, 'Could this situation get any worse?'


AUTHOR'S NOTE, LOL:

I swear, I hate rhyming, so the other chapters won't be like this. I just thought it might be nice for the prologue.

If you didn't understand this chapter, the Sugar Plum Fairy put visions of dancing sugar plums into Sophie's head, and then Pitch Black kidnapped her. The foul-mouthed fairy (Based off me, lol) hopped out the window to chase the fucker down. She's bringing the Nutcracker, which you'll hear more about later, and who is based on my brother.

NOT A ROMANTIC STORY. THIS IS DAMN CLOSE TO BEING A PARODY AT POINTS.

The Guardians come into play later-keep your socks on.