A/n: this chapter was written while I was listening to Radioactive NY Imagine dragons,
Also, I do not own ROTG, only my O/C
Ari's P.O.V
"Uggh..." I groaned. "What a strange dream" I had dreamed that I was in exile when I had been taken by a Guardian? "What the heck is a guardian anyways? I've never even heard of them, and all of a sudden I'm dreaming that I
taken out of exile by one. But that wouldn't exactly be a bad thing unless Guardian's are evil, but they couldn't be if the creatures of exile are all scared of them. So it must have been a good dream I guess." I settled that issue in my mind and tried to recall where I had fallen asleep. This part of exile was unfamiliar to me.
I looked around and saw that I was in a workshop filled with toys, little elf-thingies that looked kinda like living Santa hats and these big furry Bigfoot/abominable snowman creatures that were making all sorts of amazing toys. I couldn't really see them though, because I was in a corner surrounded by a bunch of boxes.
"Alice, welcome to Wonderland." I muttered to myself "where the heck am I?" I had my answer soon enough as a door in the workshop burst open and I heard a voice with a thick Australian accent exclaim, "I am NOT . A. KANGAROO!"
I wasn't in a mood to see what the source of the noise was, because I was starting to realise that I wasn't in exile anymore. And if I wasn't in exile, where was I? I tried to jump up and run, but a horrible pain shot through my left leg, and I collapsed on the ground. "Oooowwww..." I moaned quietly. I was hoping that whoever was there wouldn't notice me.
I heard a guys voice say "Really? Could've fooled me. Are you sure your not confused? You look just like a Kangaroo to me." What's going on? I thought to myself. I tried to shift my leg again and was rewarded by a searing pain even worse that the first one. It felt like my leg was in a furnace full of nails. I let out a small shriek. Big mistake. "Oh! She must be awake!" A woman said.
A cute guy with white hair and blue eyes and...no shoes? poked his head around the corner. When he saw me sitting there, he looked behind him and said "yeah, she's awake, North? I think we should have someone take a look at her leg." His voice was the one that had made the person with the Australian accent mad.
Then a Russian sounding voice, North asked , "What's wrong with her leg jack?" The boy, Jack smirked like it was an amusing story as he said, "Bunnymund broke her leg when he tackled her."
Well, that explained why my leg was killing me, but why had I been tackled? By someone named Bunnymund?.? What a weird name."Its just like my dream." I whispered as silently as I could, but Jack caught it. He looked a bit confused, but didn't say anything. "Well can you help her out of there and to the kitchen Jack? We'll wait for you there." North said, and I heard footsteps head away from where I was, echoing until they faded away completely.
Jack looked at me, and I looked at him, and we just sat there watching each other for at least a minute. I was terrified that he was going to kill me any minute from now, he looked like he could; and I was still too dazed to focus enough to use my powers. Then he gave this half smirk and crouched down so that he was eye level with me. "Left leg, right?" He asked me.
Now, I don't like to talk,because I hate my voice more than anything. I sound like freaking wind chimes, all wispy and gentle and barely audible. I hate it, so I just nodded yes. "Okay." He muttered, half to himself and half to me, "If I help you get get up, do you think you could make it to the kitchen? Its only about fifteen feet away from where your sitting." I nodded yes again, because I figured that I could focus enough to block any noise I made because of the pain that it would cause to walk. At least I hoped I could.
