I wasn't sure whether to label this as an OC. Basically, I just went with not. After all, they do appear in the movie, just not how they appear here.

I walked calmly down the street, my hood up and my every piece of magic spread out, quietly offering protection and hope to those who needed it. Easter was one of the more dangerous holidays for me. After all, the bunny that ruled the holiday could sense the magic that I used. We were both beings of hope. My hope just also gave strength and courage. His gave new birth, but sometimes that wasn't what was needed.

It was just before I took another step that the shadowy form appeared at my feet. The Man in the Moon did that sometimes. Usually, there was an image of a child somewhere near by that needed some slight encouragement to tell the truth to someone that could save them. I was always glad to give it. Children were as sacred as life itself was.

This wasn't a child though. It was an image of something much worse. The bunny himself needed help for some reason. I let my magic spread further, until I found the frightened symbol of hope. Immediately, I disappeared into the shadows and reappeared beside him, muttering a cool, "I wouldn't do that if I were you, whoever you are."

"I am General Winter. What being are you?" the old man demanded.

I growled, "Go back to Russia, or I'll show you what kind of being I am, and you won't like it much."

"You are in no place to be giving the orders," General Winter remarked.

I stepped from the shadows that were my home, glared up at him, letting him feel the magic that came from me due to the sacred duty I preformed, letting him know that I was stronger them him, letting him sense just how wrong the world would have to be for him to win any battle with me. I remarked, my voice filled with a calm that I knew could frighten the old Russian winter spirit, "You have no power now. Spring has come, and it's time for winter to be in it's place. Leave before I make you."

He backed away slowly from the fallen spirit of spring, launching off in a flurry of snow. I knelt before Bunnymund, gently placing a hand on him, and using the shadows that powered my magic to heal him.

He asked, "Who are ya?" It was all accent and embarrassment.

"Most of the children that believe in me call me Shadow or Shade. I protect children, adults, or anyone in need from abuse," I explained, "Personally, I prefer the name I was once called by a clever little boy. He always asked for Eidolon when he needed protection."

"'m Aster," he informed me, as most spirits preferred to be called a name rather than their official title.

I offered him a hand up, and he took it easily.

A snowy haired boy looked around the corner, asking, "Aster, where did you go?"

"'m here frostbite," Aster replied.

Jack Frost, who I had seen more than once cheering up children around winter time, stared at me for a moment, obviously not understanding who or what I was.

I told him, "Calm down Frosty. You're not the only spirits out and about on a night like tonight." Then I promptly disappeared, not wanting to deal with the legitimate guardians any longer. Besides, I wasn't really their kind of spirit. After all, regular mortals could see me when I chose to be seen, rather than only if they believed in me. That way I could comfort all children. The Man in the Moon gave me that much, and for it I would always be grateful.

I sat in the house I had long before inherited from the same boy that had given me the name Eidolon, and sent out the colorful figments of imagination known as imaginary friends to all those children that needed them. It was something I did nightly, to make sure that those that came back would get new orders as soon as was possible. After all, some kids had enough imagination to make there own. There was a knock on the door though.

Slowly, I stood up, knowing that my night time was relative because of what I was, but also knowing that several humans still relied on me after my most recent time spent acting as if I was one of them.

"Who is it?" I called.

An annoyed voice replied easily, "It's me."

I opened the door, then motioned for them to enter, my careful safe check that they weren't a monster in disguise because the ambiguous offer didn't give monsters entry.

Donahue walked straight in, looking a surprising mixture between distraught and annoyed.

"What's the problem?" I inquired.

Donahue informed me, "It's Conner."

"What's your problem with him?" I asked.

Donahue looked every brand of sheepish there was, even as he looked down and blushed, trying to find a way to voice exactly what kind of problem he had. That was all I really needed though.

I commented, "You do realize I've never really been in a serious relationship."

"Yeah, well... you're usually a source of infinite wisdom when it comes to this side of things," Donahue countered, and I knew what he meant.

I replied, "The ways of spirits are pretty simple on what you're supposed to do, but as a spirit like me, that is to say of the shadows, you break rules. It's a natural instinct most of the time, which we have to fight against often enough. Do what you think he'd be comfortable with, and don't worry about the rest. He's a summer spirit, so he'll be happy and laid back. Don't worry about it. Spirits like us think too hard most of the time because we're more keyed to humans. We're all cerebral, unlike most spirits, and that causes us to get more worked up about things like love and hate and everything in between."

"So I should talk to him?" Donahue inquired.

I nodded, then mentioned, "Also, don't expect him to catch on at first. Even if you think you're being blatantly obvious, we're beings of the shadow. We never say what we mean to others, even if we mean to."

Donahue nodded, disappearing as easily as he had no doubt appeared on my door step. The other shadow spirits always turned to me for help, as if I was some kind of leader that our kind was never known to have. After all, we were all about breaking the rules, so not laying out many made our lives easier. All the lists of rules we had were jokes, although most of us did follow the rather hilarious mating rituals of a shadow spirit because we could.

There was another knock on my door, and I didn't want to be bothered. I plopped down on my couch, sending out more shadows, then called, "Entrance is most likely granted, and if it isn't, you'll be gone."

The man that walked in wasn't someone I could forcibly remove however, not after inviting him in so blatantly, and maybe that only half mattered when he was as strong as he was, even so soon after he had been defeated by the legitimate guardians.

"Still disrespected little shadow?" Pitch inquired, picking up the scent easily, despite the strong magic I usually used to mask it, making me smell of nothing but healing and the safety of hiding places.

I countered, "Still not believed in Pitch?"

We were immediately glaring at each other, but I didn't leave my relaxed seat on the couch. I had to seem as relaxed as possible, or he'd use my fear against me, as he'd done before.

"I once almost solved both problems," he pointed out.

I commanded, trying to keep my voice as steely as it had to be, "Leave."

"Good luck with that girly. You served me once. You'll do it again," Pitch purred. We had attacked him when the guardians had finished, taken our true forms and done as we had been originally destined to. However, once you've served Pitch, it was nigh on impossible to stop.

I've posted fanfiction before, but never for Rise of the Guardians. I'm a little nervous about how OOC I made some of the characters, but it seems alright. There will be more of the main cast of the Rise of the Guardians in later chapters. None of the ROTG characters belong to me. I'll probably post whenever I remember, so it might not be as regular as it could be. Please, read and review.

-JZKSR