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They'll be scary ghost stories and tales of the glories of Christmases long long ago…

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"So there are more like us?"

Pitch cast a quick glance down at the smaller form next to him. "Of course, though I do not believe they will be overly fond of you. Most others are like the Leprechaun, Great Elk, Cupid…They are beneath our notice. There is however a collective known as The Guardians, they are worthy adversaries, but for the time being we shall keep our distance."

He had been elegantly gliding along as they talked. However he soon noticed that he was alone and paused, looking over his shoulder to see why the other had stopped.

Harry…or rather Waif as he was called now, was looking despondently down at the ground as he said softly "They won't…like me?" He was used to not being liked…but he had hoped that maybe in this life it would be different. Was he really so horrible? A freak like his Uncle had always said?

At a loss for how to soothe the boy, and unused to the urge to do so; Pitch turned and paused in front of Waif. "It is the natural order of things…The beings who work in the light despise those who operate in the dark. But we have no need of them, and we are not alone as long as we have each other."

Nodding the smaller form once again began moving along. Overall Harry's appearance had changed to suit his new role. His body was still pale as moonlight and his figure was dainty and pointed, his form was covered in a ragged black cloak that he could use to cover himself completely and vanish into darkness. His eyes were still the brilliant green they had been in life, though now there were marked circles under his eyes; his cheek bones were more prominent than they had been giving him an overall haunting look. Fitting for the creature known as Waif Banshee.

To himself Pitch thought that the Man on the Moon had given and unfair duty to the former child. His task was to try and warn unfortunate children, like he himself had been, that their death was coming upon them. IF they heeded him they would live…but most would be too frightened of his form to listen and would most likely run to their fate. A very cruel duty indeed.

Waif floated rather than walked over the ground. He had the ability to fly and the cloak he wore would cover his legs and turn into a smoky shroud. It had taken some time for Waif to get used to it, but it had been…amusing to watch. Like seeing a foal walk for the first time.

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Do you hear what I hear?

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The wind picked up around them and as they continued their pace Pitch became aware that they were not alone. He cast a quick glance at Waif; he had known that such run-ins were unavoidable…However he had hoped to avoid this particular one for a while. He was unsure where these…protective, instincts came from when he was around Waif. However if Jack Frost knew what was good for him he would leave well enough alone.

Landing before them in his typical sprite fashion Jack balanced on his staff as he looked them over curiously. "I thought I saw you Pitch….So decided to come out of hiding? Or did your Nightmares get tired of you?" He laughed for a moment before blue eyes narrowed suspiciously "Or are you up to something new?"

Chuckling Pitch casually moved himself so that he was in front of Waif "Unlike you I learn from my past mistakes…I am simply going about my way…Which I recommend you do as well."

Waif shuffled restlessly behind Pitch as he pulled his black hood over his head. He wasn't sure what was going on and was frightened that this was one of the Guardian's that Pitch had warned him about. Unfortunately the small movement caught Jack's attention and he used the wind to fly around behind Pitch's back "Who's this you got with you?"

He playfully tilted the cover back with his staff and was surprised to see the face of a child looking back at him. "Hey there…You really shouldn't hang around this guy. Wanna come with me?"

Shrinking back against Pitch, who had turned around at Jack's movement and was now glaring down at the new Guardian fiercely, Waif trembled and before he could stop himself let out a piercing shriek that sent Jack flying back. Waif had shut his eyes in fear but opened them when he had shrieked and stared in surprise at what he had done. He looked over his shoulder nervously at Pitch who smiled proudly down at him "Well done…" Waif nearly glowed under the small praise.

Shaking his head and gathering himself Jack sprang up and looked at the small form curiously "Oh-kay…was not expecting that…Who is he?"

Smirking Pitch wrapped Waif in his arms and without effort settled the smaller form onto his shoulder "He is an example of what happens when the Guardian's fail in their tasks. He perished, ignored and unloved in a bush while his family went out shopping. His own cousin leaving him to die after breaking his ribs. He never believed in the Guardian's, so when his time came the Man on the Moon sent me to his side. He is now Waif Banshee and I have taken on the role of…Mentoring him."

Looking back and forth between them Jack frowned in confusion "So the Man on the Moon made him…Like he made me?"

Sneering at Jack's lack of wit Pitch said softly "Indeed, however Waif's duty is much crueler than yours. I do not expect you to understand. If all you wanted was to satisfy your curiosity consider your task complete and be on your way."

Frowning at Pitch Jack gave one last look to Waif and said stubbornly "I am going, but this isn't the end of this." He twirled his staff and took off, no doubt to find North and tell him what occurred.

Pitch watched him go before turning and continuing leaving Waif on his shoulder "Do not concern yourself with him Waif." There was no reply as Waif wrapped his arms around Pitch's neck and curled up against him "No matter, we should perhaps move on from this part of the world. The sun is rising and there is much for us to do elsewhere."

Waif remained silent but nodded as he pulled his hood back over his head.

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Said the shepard boy to the mighty King, Do you know what I know?

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Jack got to the North Pole as fast as the wind could carry him. He looked around knowing that during this time of the year North would be at his busiest, but he didn't think this was something that could wait. It took him a while to hunt him down but eventually Jack found him. "North! North! I have to tell you something!"

North had been barking orders as he whipped everything into fit shape for Christmas "What is it Jack? Can you not see how busy I am?" His tone was curt but Jack knew better than to take it personally.

"I saw Pitch tonight. He had someone with him that he called Waif Banshee…he said that he was an example of what happened when the Guardian's failed their duties and that the Man on the Moon made him like he made me."

That was enough to get North to at least pause as he shouted a few last orders and then gave Jack his full attention "What are you talking about?" He brought Jack with him to the Globe and looked over the many beautiful lights. He studied them closely for a minute before sighing softly "Ah…"

Looking between the Globe and North, Jack was nearly bouncing with impatience "What? What is it?"

Shaking his head North made a muttering sound under his breath as he pointed to one light, but instead of it being golden it was black. It was moving around rapidly but at the moment appeared to be focused in Africa. "What Pitch said is right. That light is the child you saw…but he is no longer truly a child. He is a Lost Boy."

North's tone was heavy as he looked at the light with regret. "We must tell the others, can you go to them and tell them there is now a Lost Boy named Waif Banshee? There is no need to summon them at this time but still they must know. We will have to see what will become of him and most importantly what Pitch will do with him."

Jack sensed there was more to it than this…but decided not to push for now. Perhaps once all the Guardians were together it would be explained, but for now North was right. With Christmas so near they had no time to properly meet. He gave North a nod before taking off on his staff, his mind busy with what he had learned.

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A child, a child; Shivers in the cold.

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The Man on the Moon did as it was his duty to do. Observe…and have faith in his creations. All of his creations. That they would be able to find their way safely to where they were meant to be. It would be harder for some than others. But he had his reasons. Even if sometimes he despised himself for what he had to do.

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Listen to what I say; He will bring us goodness and light.

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The child, the child…

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The other chapters are going to be longer I promise! Thank you again for the wonderful encouragement!