The Guardians stood around in the global room, bickering about something you didn't quite understand. Instead of paying any attention, you stood in front of the sphere and looked for New York City. Standing on your tippy toes, you had to constantly be moving to the left underneath the United States. After about fifteen minutes you finally found it and silently cheered to yourself, not wanting to disturb the others. Suddenly, Bunny raised his voice and you almost lost your footing in surprise.
"I don't bloody care!" The Pooka yelled, raising his hands in the air and flailing them all around North's face. "They abandoned us once; I'm not going back to them! No way, mate!"
North growled, hands on his almost nonexistent stomach, "Don't raise your tone at me!" He growled, his voice steadily getting higher. "They left us for logical reasons; they didn't know there was another believer! But now we have," He paused and they all looked at you.
"Oh yeah, sure, we have her, but if we reveal her to the other spirits how long will she be safe? We all already know there are some spirits that are secretly against us. Do you want something to happen like it did with Jamie? Do you really want to put her in danger?"
There was a moment of silence while you stared between the two of them. Jamie? You weren't sure who they were talking about, but the way the four of them looked, you knew it couldn't be anything good. Swallowing harshly, you gazed over at Bunny and North, both of their expressions looked tragic, enough to break your heart.
"I won't be in danger." Everyone looked at you while you still stood by the globe, feeling smaller than ever. You stayed quiet for several minutes before regaining the ability to speak again. "I have all of you." You moved your arms out emphasizing all those in front of you. "And I don't know who Jamie is, but I know that you protected him, like you protect all the kids. You all try as hard you can to protect all the kids like me and I know with all of you by my side," You paused again, tears tumbling down your face. "I'll always be safe!"
Once again there was silence, looking between them all again, you bit your lip. You hated it when they fought and it seems like they always did. Was this normal? Did they usually argue about every little thing? You weren't sure. All you wanted was for it to stop, you've been here for a week and it seemed like that's all the four did. Fight.
"Sweetie," Tooth whispered, walking over and placing her hand on your shoulder. "Thank you, but we just don't want to risk you getting hurt."
"I won't!" You shouted, louder than intended. "I can handle myself and with you all of you by my side I'll never be hurt!" For a moment you and Tooth's eyes locked in silence before you quietly whispered. "I believe all of you can do it."
"Are you sure, ankle biter?" Bunny asked questionably, a small smile on his face.
"Most definitely," Your smile matching his as you quickly tried to wipe away the tears off your face. "I always have and I always will."
"So, Bunny," North's hand hovered over a large red button that stuck out of the wall. "May I?
There was a long pause before Bunny grumbled to himself. "Sure," North pressed the button and suddenly the northern lights appeared. Almost instantly, you were memorized, the slew of multi colored lights shot into the atmosphere and danced through the darkness of the night sky, or the day sky. You weren't sure what time of day it was, you never were; it was always dark.
"Wow," Your eyes sparkled as you stared out the window. "I always thought that the northern lights were a natural thing, but they're not, they're made by you guys!" Looking quickly at the Guardians, you opened your mouth once again. "How do you do that?"
Sandy threw up a question mark over his head and the moment that North began to answer your question in essay form you understood why.
Pitch Black sat in his new home in Washington DC; well it used to be Washington DC, now it was the nightmare capital of the world. There was a fearling and nightmare dust at every corner. It was terrifying.
The Nightmare King sat on the couch in front of the television, usually he hated modern technology, but seeing his face all over the news, that was nice.
"Welcome to Channel Seven News!" The blonde anchor lady pasted a fake smile on her face, having obvious bags underneath her eyes. "Today, we'd like to report that Pitch Black has delivered an address in Canada. In the speech, he said that he was to be the new supreme leader. Not shortly after this, Black was shot eleven times by a gang that hoped to end his reign." The girl paused and it seemed like for a short second her smile faded into a look of disappointment before changing back into its normal grin. "Good thing they were unsuccessful! Pitch Black is still alive! Yeah!"
Pitch smiled, turning off the TV. Everyone had this fake image where they pretended to like him, but it was obvious nobody did. Who would? It was just that nobody wanted him to have bad dreams. Glancing out the window, Pitch laughed with delight.
"Are those the northern lights" He sneered quietly. "Those idiotic Guardians have no end." Standing up, he walked onto the balcony and saw Jack dangling his feet off the edge. The Winter Spirit exhaled a sigh, unaware of Pitch's presence. "Ah, what's the matter, Jack?" He almost fell off the balcony in surprise. "Worried about me getting shot earlier today? I must assure you that I'm okay."
Jack laughed uneasily and stood up, "Oh yeah, of course." He paused, as it began to snow. "Hey, Pitch, when are you going to tell them that I'm working with you?" He asked, shifting nervously, and then sighed. It used to be that Jack had such a strong attitude and personality, but now he felt weak and small compared to Pitch and he absolutely hated it.
"In good time boy," Pitch smiled, placing a hand on Jack's shoulder. Although Pitch looked honest when he said it, Jack felt like he was lying.
You smiled to yourself, sitting up on the side of the bed, alone in your oversized room; the Guardians were out and about, trying to track down spirits to help them take down Pitch and Jack. An hour before, Tooth had explained to you that the northern lights were usually used to contact the Guardians, but there were different types of lights, the type they used today was the type that spirits could see, opposed to the usual type only Guardians could see.
Tinkering with a snow globe North had left in your room, you were surprised how you weren't bored out of your mind. It was a fascinating snow globe; the picture on the inside was always changing. First, it was the North Pole. Then, it was New York. And now, it was some sort of golden castle. You turned it on its side in your hands to try to get a better look at it and abruptly it slipped out of your hands. Time seemed to move in slow motion as you reached for it, then the sphere crashed on the ground, instantly turning into some sort of portal.
The picture that was in the snow globe was the destination of the portal, the same, weird golden castle. Leaning down, you weren't sure whether or not to jump in, you definitely wanted to, but you weren't sure if you were allowed to. Suddenly, the door leading out of your room swung open and Sandy stood in the entrance, he heard the crash and was worried about you. You gasped in surprise when the door opened and fell off of the bed, into the portal.
Before it could close, Sandy jumped in with you and your last thoughts were on how clumsy you felt.
So, I won't be able to update in like five days, so I was determined to make an update now, but I'm so tired. I promise when I get back home, I'll edit it and make it ten times better, but for now please bear! Love you all! And hope you weren't to confused by my writing, ugh I hate it! Review! But, don't hate!
