Hi! This is my first fanfic, so if I make a grammar mistake, mispell a word, etc., don't kill me! And I'm not all that great at summaries, but hey! I only joined just a little bit ago! ALSO, I have NOT read the Guardians of Childhood series all the way through, so don't be surprised if I make a mistake in the storyline, too! I can only do so much! HOWEVER, in order for my brilliant plot to work, I needed Nightlight to be immortal, so you can make up how he got his immortality back or if he stayed immortal! I don't care cuz I don't exactly have an explanation XD!
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own The Guardians of Childhood series or Rise of the Guardians! I only own my OC!
PS, my fonts and crap are all messed up, so if the double spacing and fonts are messed up, you know why.
Chapter One: MiM Revives
A full moon shone brightly on the small town of Burgess. It seemed to peer down at them in a friendly way as they sleepily made their way to their cozy beds.
A stout man completely bald with only a single curl of golden hair paced around his office, which looked more like an observatory, for it had an enormous telescope and charts with hundreds of constellations. A blue balloon was locked in a cage, as if a precious treasure. This man's name was Tsar Lunar. A problem was arising in his usually jolly mind, merely a decade after it was taken care of. Frowning from stress, he peeked down the telescope to the planet Earth, for he was, quite literally, the Man in the Moon.
A girl had died earlier that evening. He knew she was capable of great things. Great things, indeed, but all she needed was his help.
A man- no, he looked more like a boy- stepped into the office/observatory. He had a soft silver glow, sloppy white hair, and pale green eyes. He carried a staff with a razor-sharp diamond on the tip, and was very thin in complexion. He had a gentle, caring face, but he was not to be crossed with. The Man in the Moon smiled warmly.
"Nightlight, my old friend, come join me," said Man in the Moon, or MiM for short.
"MiM, you called me here?" asked the boy called "Nightlight" quizzically. They could chat any other day; Tsar Lunar rarely ever calls to anyone unless it is serious. MiM's face went from warm to serious in a split second.
"We both know the Nightmare King is enhancing his Nightmares. I'm sure you've witnessed it from children's bedsides, Nightlight?" MiM said.
"No. If Pitch were anywhere near, I would impale him again," Nightlight said bitterly. He wasn't angry at MiM, but simply because that Pitch has been doing it right under his nose! "If he is planning anything, it has been going unseen for me and the Guardians."
MiM absentmindedly nodded and stroked his beardless chin. His expression, unreadable a second before, brightened.
"Nightlight," he began seriously. "There was a girl who died earlier tonight. Fourteen years old, at the most. A shame, she was so young. She guided her brother home using her lantern, even though she couldn't get to him herself."
Nightlight raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who is she?"
"I will find her name soon enough, but patience is needed. I may be able to revive her. Shall you watch?"
"Yes," Nightlight said casually, but was nearly shaking out of excitement.
MiM looked down the telescope one last time before fetching a staff. It was pure white with a crescent-shaped moon on top of it, and seemed to be glowing softly.
Nightlight watched with wide eyes as he aimed the staff towards Earth. A moonbeam shot out of the crescent and right onto the girl's corpse.
Down on earth, the shadows seemed to be shifting and stirring. One might think that they were delusional; shadows can't move unless the one making the shadow moves! But no, anyone that would be able to see it is sane as you or I, for out from the shadows stepped a man. He was tall and lithe with gloomy gray skin and hair slicked back into spikes. His robes were completely black except for a golden ring around the collar and waist. His eyes were golden rimmed with gray, like an eclipse. His thin lips curled into a wicked smile. He knew exactly what was going on.
The man took a small step forward, enough for MiM and Nightlight to see him, even though they were on the moon. MiM was shaking with rage and Nightlight lunged forward, as if to protect the girl, although he could do nothing.
The girl's corpse rid itself of all wounds and blemishes and slowly transformed. Once complete, she slowly floated into the air. Her eyes cracked open and immediately saw the moon. It was so big and so bright. She was no longer scared. The girl slowly descended onto the ground, where the grass tickled her feet. She took a moment to assess herself.
She was wearing a silken blue dress, the waist ending at the middle of her ribcage and the rumpled skirt falling to her knees. She bore no shoes and her skin was free of any blemishes, but it had a soft blue taint, and she seemed to glow. Her thin blue hair seemed to move slowly, as if in water, except slightly faster. Her sapphire-blue eyes shifted to a shattered lantern right next to her.
Using slow, robotic moves, she picked up the lantern. Somehow, the lantern repaired itself and the girl stared at it with awe. She prodded the wick and it immediately ignited in a blue flame. The man, still in the darkness, leaned in slightly.
Suddenly, a voice rang out in her head.
Will-o'-the-Wisp.
She whirled around and her eyes darted around for any signs of life. Nothing but darkness, though she glowed her soft blue glow. She sat down, legs criss-cross, and stared at the lantern. The girl looked at her hands, wondering exactly how much power she held. She closed the palm of her hand, raised it into the air, opened it, and….
She let out a high-pitched shriek, enough for even the man's ears to hurt. The girl had opened the palm of her hand and blue balls of light flowed out from it, illuminating every dark corner. But that's not what scared her. Since the man's only hiding place was the darkness, he was revealed, and fright took over her instincts. The man didn't sit well with light, so he made a mental note to make their conversation quick.
The man's lips curled.
"Now, now, no need to be afraid."