The snowflakes flew around the windows of North's workshop like tiny, white fairies begging for entrance. The jolly guardian of joy was too deep into his work to notice the sound of giant, hairy fist bagging on his door. It wasn't until the door burst open did North remove his attention from the half made train in his hand to the giant yeti standing in his door way.
"Fred, my friends what is it you want I am busy?" The guardian asked as he placed the unfinished toy on the desk that was covered in ice chunks and wood shavings.
The yeti began throwing his arm around and shouting out in a language that would sound like gibberish to all except the old guardian. North listened carefully as he stroked his beard. When the beast was finished the guardian wasted no time and stormed past him and headed to the globe room.
When he arrived he found that all the elves and yetis had stopped their work (or whatever the elves did when the yetis did the real work) and had gathered around the globe.
"Move, move out of my come on already". North shouted as he fought his way through the crowd of pointy headed elves. He looked up the globe and saw that the light which represented a child who believed were going out and each country was turning black on by one.
Suddenly a menacing laugh filled the air and filled North's soul with dread.
"I told you and those other pesky guardians you can't kill fear". The voice said before a shadow appeared at North's feet.
"Pitch Blake". North whispered.
"I ready to end this are your guardians ready? because there's a fight coming and this time fear will win". The shadow said before disappearing.
"We will see about that". North whispered as he activated the Northern Light to call the other guardian to the Pole.
The sky was light up by the magical colours as they flowed through the sky like the waves of the ocean. The guardians watched the colours spread across the sky and dropped everything they were doing to answer the call. The tooth fairy stooped ordering her fairies, the Easter bunny put down his paints and jumped into a tunnel and finally the Sandman stopped creating his dream and flew to the Pole in a plan made of sand. All the guardians obeyed the call, all except the four youngest guardians. The guardians of the seasons.