Future
A single strand of brown hair floated down onto Tooth's feathers, making her ticklish. Plucking the stand out, she observed the curious piece, wondering of it was left behind from one of the numerous children.
Her intuition told her it meant more than just a strand of brown, so she placed it carefully into a box. It was a tiny little thing, filled with beads, a cotton ball, three pearl-white teeth, a pair of carved golden coins and a handwritten note. A whole opaque case of what Tooth considered her treasures.
That was when Bunnymund busted into the room, nearly shocking her out of her wits.
"AHH!" She yelped, dropping the box from her hands.
Catching her breath, she saw Bunnymund, breathing a sigh a relief, "Oh it's you… What's the matter?"
"Jack." From the seriousness of his tone, Tooth was quite certain it wasn't about a childish squabble back in '68 blizzard Easter.
Delicately putting her treasure box back into place, she gazed thoughtfully at Bunnymund, waiting for further elaboration.
"… He's searching for answers, not his past this time."
She understood the situation immediately, propping her head up on her elbows. "The future? The one he left behind?" The guardians had taken note that this might happen sooner or later, but were still evidently unprepared.
"A peek in her memories?" Tooth gasped in horror, her voice lowered to a mere whisper. It was almost forbidden to look at other children's memories. They were previous, private ones that were only for them to remember. Even the tooth fairy refrained herself from ever peeking in pure curiosity.
An urgent Guardian meeting (excluding Jack) was held at North's workshop. Sandy suggested letting Jack find the memory box himself, while Bunnymund wanted to look at Jack's memory box, sparking an petty argument between Tooth and himself, as North cleared his throat loudly.
"The Man of the Moon is trying to tell us something." A lone beam of light shone at one direction. The concerned guardians scrambled over to see who he was pointing to.
Jack was crouching at the frozen pond again, concentrating his attention on his own reflection.
Another beam of light shone at Jane's box of memories in Tooth's hand.
"Are you sure?" Still hugely hesitant, Bunnymund nudged the doubtful fairy. Sandy gave a huge thumbs up on the top of his head.
"If the Man of the Moon tells you something, we should probably trust him."
Nodding slowly, she finally agreed. "Of course…"
Reviews please! :) Sorry that the chapters vary in length, it depends on the amount of inspiration I have for each one xx I wonder who's hair it was?