AN: I'm back guys. Sorry that it took a couple of days to update, my week was crazy. I have an English project due in like a week and I haven't even started it. As well as a short story I have to write for Creative Writing. But other than that, I've been great! Thank you to RogueMudblood for looking this chapter over, you are a sweetheart and I hope we can work together again!
Disclaimer: Me? Own ROTG? *laughs then starts crying* I do however own Eve. *crawls into corner and rocks back and forth while holding teddy bear*
It is Halloween night. The moon shined over the clear night. The ghosts are quiet tonight.
I was walking slowly, broom by my side, when I saw a blur of blue, white, and brown fly past me. "HEY! WATCH IT!" I yelled as I fell down on my butt. The blur stopped and I realized it was Jack Frost.
"Sorry," he said helping me to my feet. "I wasn't looking where I was going."
"Clearly!" I turned to walk away.
"Wait, can we start over? I realize I didn't make a good first impression." I nodded. He stuck out his hand and said, "I'm Jack. Jack Frost!"
I shook his hand hesitantly. "I'm Eve. Eve Hallows. Nice to meet you."
He smiled. "Oh, you must be the spirit of Halloween!" His smile had grown as he realized my identity.
I nodded. "May I ask what you're doing on Halloween night? You're not supposed to be here," I said looking around the area to spot any wandering spirits.
"Two reasons. First, I'm visiting my best friend, Jamie Bennett. Second, I'm searching for the new guardian that is going to help us."
I quirked a brow. "Why would they need a new guardian?" 'And help you against what?' I thought.
He sighed. "Pitch is back and he's stronger than ever. He also seems to have allies. We think his plan is the same, though."
"What plan?" I asked.
"To destroy belief in the guardians and spread fear to the world."
I couldn't help but smirk. "And I'm guessing he's planning to attack some time around Halloween?"
He nodded. "We don't know for sure, but we think he'll attack tonight."
"Who is this new guardian anyway?" I asked curiously.
"Well..." His voice trailed off as he ducked his head, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. Looking up at me somewhat sheepishly, he continued, "Manny said it was you."
"Me?" I asked in surprise. He nodded.
"We need someone who creates fear-"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up! Listen up, Frost! I don't create fear. I only keep ghosts under control and make sure they don't hurt anyone."
He put his hands up defensively. "Sorry, Eve."
"Halloween is not all about fear. It's not even real fear. So Pitch shouldn't feel anything. Even if he does, he should feel weaker since it's not real fear."
"Wait, there's such a thing as fake fear?"
I nodded. "Fear is real when something actually scares you or is hurting you. Hollowed fear, as I call it, is a fear that has no intention to hurt. Hollowed fear is almost like a shell- it can't hurt unless it has an intention to."
Jack nodded in understanding. "Okay. Follow me and I'll introduce you to the others." I furrowed my brow, gracing him with a look of mild distrust. He sighed. "And we can talk about what is happening." He said.
I sighed. "Fine. Lead the way." He smiled and motioned for me to follow.
