"Santa, we already have Jack why do we need her?" Bunnymund asked.
"I don't know ask Man on the Moon?" he replied.
I wiggled my way out of the sack only to see everyone starring at me.
"Worst trip ever," I mumbled.
"Honesty, I like it," Jack said.
I laughed at that.
I took a good look around and saw we were in Santa's palace, the toys, the elves, the reindeer, and the cookies.
"Chocolate chip, sugar, oatmeal, chocolate, pumpkin spice, molasses..." I started to name them off, and then I stopped to ask, "Why am I here?"
"You're a Guardian now," Tooth said, "Can I check your teeth?"
"No you can't," I hate it when people look in my mouth, "Why?"
"Man on Moon chose you," Bunnymund said, he didn't sound happy.
"Why?"
"Could you stop asking that?"
"Why?" I was doing it to get on his nerves, even though my mind had visions flowing through it of every Guardian being chosen.
Sandman was trying to get their attention and tried to tell them that I was seeing things, but they couldn't believe what even they couldn't see. Just like the children they protect.
"Sorry," I muttered.
Sandman patted my shoulder and tried to comfort me but it didn't help.
"You were chosen to protect children till your last breath, why?" Tooth asked
"I don't know. All I ever do is hurt people."
"Not on purpose, though."
"Never."
I tried to think back to my past but like always, it was empty. It's hard to be a hero, or even a Guardian for that matter, without a memory. I guess I know how Jack felt when he became one.
"You said I was honesty, what do you mean?" I asked him. There was that little glint of ice that I loved in his eyes.
"I hated the trip," he simply replied.
Santa was about to say something when jack and I just fell to our knees in pain, grabbing our heads.
"Well it appears I can do harm to both of them at the same time," Pitch mused, "This will be fun."
The Guardians pulled out there weapons just as I blacked out, not knowing what had just happened.