Disclaimer: I don't own Rise of the Guardians.
A/N: It's at the end
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Author: KanaMac
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The Man in the Moon was dying.
As a natural satellite, not many would assume that it was possible for the moon to die. However, Manny is no ordinary satellite. His soul was a jagged shard of shadows and light. His soul kept the balance between darkness and purity, predator and prey, fire and water. The soul itself was balance. As many would know, balance cannot last forever. At one point, whether today or tomorrow, or years from now, the balance will be lost and the scale will tip to either side. Shadows and light.
Manny was losing to the shadowy side of his soul. He could feel the dreadful, cold dark creeping and eating at his light. He was so weak, unable to speak. He didn't even have the power to contact his Guardians. They would never know. They would just wonder where he had gone and continue worshiping a dead figure... He just wanted to die already...
The Man in the Moon jerked up.
Fear began settling in like a snake coiling around his soul. His thoughts had just taken a negative turn. The darkness was settling in farther and faster than he had anticipated.
A sudden, odd feeling struck the soul. The blanket of stars and galaxy that was his home was abruptly ripped away from him and he began to
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l
l.
Manny watched through his soul as his physical moon self became smaller and smaller as he fell. He fell through the mesosphere and the stratosphere and everything around him became a blur of soft whites and blues. Manny wasn't afraid. He knew he was falling to the Earth for a purpose. He did everything for a purpose. He had never fallen from anywhere in his whole seemingly immortal life. Gods- he never even moved for one reason.
It was because everyone and everything always came to him. Humans in spacesuits came to him to prove for science. The Guardians came to him to speak their worries and secrets. Ghosts found comfort in his bright aura that lit up their dead souls. Supernatural beings came to ask of their purpose. Manny had provided for them all for billions upon billions of years. This could only mean one thing.
He needed them.
As realization struck him, so did the ground.
Coming to Earth took its toll on Manny. Most of his soul, both light and dark, had degraded considerably. All that was left was a glowing ball the size of a human fist that swirled with shimmering gold and pulsing dull grey. Manny looked around and realized that he was on what humans called a 'street'. It was 'spring' and his soul was lying in the 'grass'. There were children laughing and playing in the 'grass' while the Man in the Moon was dying. The thought both angered and saddened the soul.
One child with imploring brown doe eyes and a gap between his two front teeth, noticed the glowing round ball in a ditch in the road and ran over to it. He ran a hand over his running nose and wiped it on his vest. The other children called his name and his mother yelled at him to get off the road. The child ignored his friends and cradled the soul gently in his warm hands as if he knew that it was a being that he held. He slowly walked to the side of the street where he examined the ball carefully.
Manny watches this with excitement and a plan begins forming in his head.
The greyness of one side of the soul begins to pulse harder and cover up the light side. He was still dying.
The young boy gasps suddenly as the ball sears gold and burns the flesh of his hands. He drops it into his lap as the Man in the Moon lets out one last burst of energy and light, the side he favors. Manny feels the normal power erupt through his soul one last time. He feels guilt as the trembling child nurses his hands while backing away from the burning soul.
Boom, a giant bang sounds and his whole soul erupts in one huge explosion of lights. Fragments of his soul shrink and contrast as it tries to bring itself back together within the outburst.
The pain was great. Flaming, red hot pain expressed in golden ropes flashing out of his soul. The child watched as wails of pain echoed through the Earth in terror and awe.
The Man in the Moon looks at the boy and says something under his breath. With the roars still resounding, it wasn't possible for any being to hear.
The light and dark of his soul both die down.
With one last roar, Manny dies.
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The young boy who just witnessed the death of the moon sat motionlessly and stared at the wisps of smoke emitting from the dull ball that lay three feet away from him. His ears just began to take in the sounds of police sirens wailing and his mother shaking him by the shoulders. Everything feels surreal.
"Jamie. Jamie!" cries his mother.
The boy groans as he breaks out of his trance. His blurred eyes take in the dark asterisk marks on the ground from the death and police swarming the scene, bellowing orders and questioning him. Then, his mind blanks out as he sees something.
The soul was no longer in the center of the marks staining the ground. The ball was gone.
Jamie rubs his forehead before jerking back from the feeling of his scalding palms making contact with skin. He could have sworn the sphere was still there...
His eyes drift to his panicked mother who screamed, "What happened? What was that? Was it a bomb?!"
Jamie wanted to sleep. He wished this was all a big nightmare and that tomorrow he would start going to school again and nothing weird would ever happen again. Fate probably had more exciting ideas.
A policewoman kneeled before him and gently knead his shoulder. Her gold name tag read 'Kate'. Her eyes were eager and brimming with curiosity that Jamie couldn't find the strength to deal with. She comforts him and wraps bandages around his hands and asks him a question.
What did you just see?
Brown eyes glazing over, Jamie slumps into Kate's arms. Still barely conscious,
he brings his lips to the policewoman's ear.
"I saw...n-no, I heard something. I-I heard..." Jamie paused and coughed, groaning.
"Non omnis moriar."
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A/N:
Hello! Thanks again for reading chapter 1! I'm posting chapter 2 shortly, so keep an eye out for it! Please please review/favorite/follow! They make my day! If you have any tips or suggestions to improve my stories, please tell me in a review or PM me.
BONUS: In your review, try interpreting/translating the meaning of 'Non omnis moriar', I'll give whoever gets it right a shout-out next chapter ;)