I am Dark and I am Light
RotG fanfic
Chapter Three- Change
Authors note: hey guys back with more and this is where things stay to get interesting I hope you enjoy it ^^ please leave a review and I will see you tommorow (oh and this series actually had a theme song! well two actually cos I couldn't decide which hehe but I think they really help you get into the story and they match spookily well. okay so there's "monster" by skillet and "animal I have become" by three days grace) that's all for now though see you all tommorow^^
He wandered along the pylon wire, restlessness and impatience taking over. He'd eventually decided to come back to Burgess, as it was about to enter D-S, but it couldn't come soon enough. The split natures in him didn't ever settle. He probably hadn't even been waiting thirty seconds, but he was the worst at waiting, because, whenever he was doing nothing, both sides would argue.
The impatient shadows were screaming at him to go and do something more interesting, like freeze a continent- the moon side was willing him to stay put for the show. It was almost impossible to stay in any place for more than a few seconds, but he was trying- even though the disagreement was dangerously close to shattering the truce he'd fought so hard to keep.
He'd long since covered the entire area in frost and black ice to entertain himself. A nerve next to his eye twitched. What was taking so-? He stopped. Finally- there it was. Burgess had at long last entered the dreamshift (or D-S, as some shortened it to).
He grinned at the sight of the flowing sand, settling back into balance, as he was in agreement: play. He didn't waste a second. He sprang off the wire with a dull twang, and reached for the nearest tendril of floating gold. What would it be? What would it be? It didn't take long to find out. A golden animal appeared in the stream, leaping past him. A wolf. He grinned- he loved wolves, and not for the obvious reason that they lived in snow. But because they were also two people- the family and the hunters.
What else? He thought, attention flitting to another nearby branch of sand. A touch later another animal trotted around. Haha, very funny. He swore this sand was laughing at him sometimes. He had somewhat of an ongoing joke with it (or perhaps it was with the man behind it). It was always joking with him, and this had to be one of the best yet. A zebra. A golden zebra, mind, but there were still stripes patterning its coat. He chuckled slightly- the stripes in its mane mimicked the split colour of his own head (though his was just two block colours and not rows of stripes). What else would he could up with tonight? He remembered once it came up with a sea lion- which had baffled him until it balanced a golden ball on its nose (the punch line being that it was a balancing act like him).
He loved the sand. It was neutral territory. It didn't cause him to do anything good or bad, it just made him happy... and it was the only thing in the world that would do so- aside from himself.
Perhaps it was pretty terrible that a bunch of sand was the only thing in existence that tried to cheer him up, but no one liked a dark spirit (even a half dark one), and he was just glad it existed.
All too soon, after a wide spread of golden animals, including a cat (definately a split tempered animal) and a puffer fish (an explosion waiting to happen), the sand faded. He enjoyed the sensation... He was content... Both sides balanced...
It didn't even last a full second. He was soon getting the urge to go freeze a motorway- and soon after, give a remote town a snow day. He stopped himself before an argument could even begin. He definately wanted a release after the dreadful wait for the sand. Power! The dark demanded. Snow. The light thought.Storms! Wind. Speed! Race? Yes.
He'd learnt to settle both sides of himself, thankfully. There was a huge risk of instability whenever he was in conflict. Most of the time he was fine doing whatever neutral or contradictory thing he was doing, but when it came to making decisions... they were dangerous... but inevitable. He'd managed it this time, though.
He leapt into the wind- a bunch of fighter jets were probably flying about somewhe- what was that?
He froze, as he spotted something speed past in the shadows. His eyes narrowed... What?... Mutual interest led him to search for the shape... There! He zipped after it, curiosity unified his intent to see what it was. He stopped in a tree near where it had vanished, blue and red eyes scanning the area for it... It flew past his side. After it! It didn't take much to realise this thing wanted him to follow, and caution flared within him, although he wasn't scared. Just let that thing try and make a move on him- he could freeze it solid before it even had time to think maybe this was a bad idea.
He reached an alley, and paced round it. He held the pointed staff in front of him. Where was it?.. Where was it?.. Where-?
"G'day mate." There! Get him!- Wait! He just barely stopped himself from freezing the whole alleyway solid. He'd never be able to find out who it was if he did that. "Been a long time." The voice continued. Now where was that accent familiar... He thought. He knew who this was. A smirk spread across his face- brilliant. "Blizzard of '68 I believe." He recalled.
He tried not to wince at the mention of the infamous snowstorm. That had been one of the worst times he lost control.
It was a debate about Easter itself that did it. Should he freeze the eggs? Maybe take them before the kids got there? But that's not fair- it'll make the kids unhappy, and it might had bad repercussions on Bunny. So what? It'll be fun. Besides, anything against the old badger so much the better. But it will make the kids sad. I don't care! You should! Then the war had commenced. Destroying his sanity, control and peace.
On its own, it wouldn't have been so bad, but he'd been holding his staff at the time. Normally, he tries to drop it if he feels an argument coming, or go somewhere out the way to stop any possible damage. But this time the chaos that raged inside his head raged beyond it, and then, well... the blizzard of '68 happened.
He tried not to think about it- he risked restarting the battle even all these years later.
"Easter Sunday, wasn't it?" The giant rabbit finished, finally coming out of the shadows- as if he didn't already know who it was. He was tempted to throw a wave of ice at him, but then (his good side pointed out), his face of anger and annoyance was so much more entertaining than that of unconsciousness. The dark agreed.
"Bunny!" He grinned. "Still mad about that, Peter Rabbit?" He smirked, getting his voice down to a perfect needling taunt.
"Yes." Bunny growled. There's that little angry face- his little bunny nose flares up, and his eyes go all glare-y. He struggled not to laugh in amusement. He was just so brilliant to annoy. He whipped a boomerang up to throwing height. Oh, wow. Going to hit him with that little stick, is he? Aww, as adorable at it would be, he knew the oversized cuddly toy wouldn't actually do it, and he wasn't the least bit surprising when he lowered it.
"But, this is about something else." He said, examining the edge of the boomerang casually. Oh really? He tried to think- what else could it be?
Was it the flowers he froze five years ago? The eggs he took three years before that? The time when he froze his feet to the floor, maybe? Or perhaps it was this year's promising to be snowy Easter that had his whiskers in a twist.
"Fellas." He said, and Jack fought the urge to snigger. What, was he going to call the egg army on him? This aught to be good. Whoa! What the?! He was yanked off his feet, as a yeti held him up by his hood.
Sudden anger flared within him. The white side of his hair turning a dark blood red as the end of his staff grew into a scythe. He sliced at one of the yetis, almost taking off its arm. Its cry of fear was most satisfactory, but it wasn't put off. Before he could aim a further blow, they threw the dangerous spirit into a sack and through the portal as quick as they could.
They couldn't help but ask for a ride back with Bunny. They thought of the burning, blood filled eyes and sharp, deadly scythe... They definitely didn't want to be behind that thing when he reorientated himself. They could only dread to think what would happen when the dark spirit gathered his senses. They doubted there'd be anything left of the pole if their master and his fellow Guardians couldn't subdue him. But orders were orders, however much they wished they could disobey them.
Perhaps, the pole was being destroyed even, as they returned.