The Man in the Moon was tired. Ancient, powerful, and ever so tired. He had watched over the turn of the earth for centuries, ever since its conception at the beginning of time. He had watched and waited until the perfects subjects to be his Guardians of childhood had come along. And when they did, he spoke to them. He explained to them. The Man in the Moon had taught them and practically brought them up, as though children learning to walk. And now, immortal as they were and now immaculate at their practice, he felt that he could be at peace. Pitch, though. Pitch was the constant threat for which he didn't simply blink of existence for. Yes, the world needed a moon. The tides, too, needed to be controlled. The tides and the difference between the day and the night. Ever youthful, his brother sun chided him for being so foolish. Surely he couldn't just leave the world. There would be times again soon when he was needed. The Man in the Moon knew this as well as he knew himself, and he could not deny it. He was aware at the moment of Pitch again rising in his power.

Pitch was just as ancient as he; the concept of fear was not new in the least. The world had known fear since its beginning, and Pitch had always been its ruler. Lurking in the shadows. Inducing nightmares. In a way, he was the most important "Guardian" of them all. Despite the fact that he had turned on the Moon in search of power, recognition, and belief, the world needed fear. Not to be ruled by it, but to be in recognition of it. The race that inhabited the Earth had to understand that their existence was not perfect. Pitch did not see it like this, unfortunately. A sadist to say the least, he had become. Every night venturing out like the Sand Man to plague children with the most ghastly forms of their fears imaginable; taking the fear in their very souls and twisting it until it tore itself apart in utter agony and reconciliation. The Man in the Moon did not like this, but was nonetheless aware and unable to change it.

He prayed that his Guardians would be ready when they needed to be.