Prologue
"This is going to be harder than I thought," sighed the girl. The hood of her black cloak was currently down, so you could see her clearly. She had a purple t-shirt, black jeans, and black and purple running shoes. She had straight, black hair that went down to her shoulders, yet still framed her face. Her chocolate, brown eyes were currently staring at a very long document.
From the shadows, a purple and gold dragon moved to nuzzle the girl, apparently concerned. "I'm alright, Goldeneye. I'll just have to make multiple trips, which will be difficult."
"Of course it will be difficult, Snow," said another voice. "The time stream is not made to be traveled, let alone for it to be easy travel." The girl, Snow, tenses and turns quickly, but when she sees an old man with a very long beard, she relaxes and smiles.
"Hello, Father Time," Snow said. She turns back to her document. "If it is not supposed to be easy, how do you do it so effortlessly?"
"You forget, I have centuries of experience, while you are just starting out." Father Time said, as he walked up to the girl and put a hand on her shoulder. "You will get it eventually."
"You really think so?" Snow said; hope shining in her eyes as she looked up at Father Time.
"Well, you are going to be getting a lot of practice in a few minutes," he said, as he stepped back. "Plus, I made that cloak to help, so yeah, you will soon get it." Then he disappeared back into the time stream.
Determination shone in the girl's eyes as she turned back to her Deadly Nadder, Goldeneye. "He's right. I might as well get started." Snow pulled up the hood of her cloak and closed her eyes in concentration. "Rise of the Guardians," she whispered, and disappeared.