I own the play Jo's powers work along with him as a character, same goes with Hauna, Tyzan and Alecvander.

I don't own Rise of the Guardians.

Why don't more people read this fic? I thought they liked them.

Huh. Maybe they're just looking for stuff about Jack Frost. Well I'll say now that he doesn't appear that much apart from a few cameos. He doesn't really contribute to the story line. He'll probably be in a sequel fic if i can be bothered writing it.

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CHAPTER 7: MISTAKEN BELIEFS

Hauna explained that the spell would take at least three days to perfect. It would send fake replicas of the four of them- Jo, Alecvander, Tyzan and herself- traveling in the opposite direction from where they where heading. Once the spell was cast, they would leave immediately for Stonehenge.

Jo spent the majority of the next three days practicing his skills and running around with Tyzan, who proved to be a good, if not slightly haughty, friend. Whenever he did something remotely silly (like using his powers and walking into a door, forgetting it was sold) she would roller eyes in way that was quite funny.

But Despite the fun he was having, both with Tyzan and the snow outside, he felt an odd feeling, almost like a faint sense of dread. It was a nagging feeling gnawing tat he back of his mind, and he couldn't place the reason.

He'd asked Alecvander, but he had waved it away as being nerves. Jo disagreed. As much as he was afraid of Pitch, this was something else. He just didn't who what.

But what he did know was that he was dreading going to bed that night.

When the time came, Jo sat up on his bed in his temporary room, hugging his knees to his chest and resting his chin on them. The light was on, the shutters were locket tight, and his eyes were wide open.

Tyzen was laying on an old armchair in the corner of the room, asleep. He wish he could be that careless.

He didn't know what it was about Pitch that scared him so much. He didn't know why- he hadn't actually tried to harm him. Scare the living daylights out of him with nightmares, yes, but not harm him. Then again, manipulated his fear to try and- what was it Alecvander said the fearlings did? posses? yes- possess him and turn him into a weapon didn't exactly seem any better.

Maybe it was just Pitch himself- wasn't he fear itself? it didn't found likley. Fear was just something he controlled.

Jo rubbed his eyes, yawning. He felt immensly tired. He still didn't know how he was believing all of this- it didn't seem possible. He hadn't his whole life.

That isn't exactly true, now is it? He thought to himself. He shook his head. No, it wasn't.

Even though his parents and brother had told him otherwise, when he was very small he did beleive in the legends all children did. He believed the tooth fairy was keeping his teeth for safe keeping, that the easter bunny left chocolate outside in the bushes and the Sandman helped him fall asleep after a horrible day of bullying.

He also believed that far away in the north pole, at least one adult cared enough to give him something for christmas instead of a glare.

But lately he had stopped believing that any adult could care about him. buy now he had Hauna and Alecvander- and he was sure they cared about him...Right? But apart from them no-one else cared.

His teachers weren't interested whenever he went to school and his parents wouldn't notice if he walked in with a black eye.

That was one of the reasons he liked to take his angry out on furniture. Kicking his brother's couch helped with anger and getting back at him for being mean.

Jo thought over why he had stopped believing in the first place. He had been so sure back then, but then it started to fade. Mostly due to what his family said.

Especially his sister, Mary.

Which he didn't understand. He'd pretended to be asleep once when he was five, waiting for the tooth fairy, when he saw his sister through a crack in his eyelid feeling under his pillow. That's when he stopped believing in the tooth fairy. But if she exited, then why would his sister be leaving the pound there?

Jo was getting more and more confused. Why was he only remembering all of this now? was it because he was actually opening is eyes for the first time?

Opening his eyes. That was ironic...

As for the rest of the legends he'd stopped believing in. His sister had always told him, these things existed, but as he got older she seemed to start thinking against it. She 'admitted' one day that she put the presents under the tree for him because their parents wouldn't buy them anything. She hadn't said she put the eggs there on Easter but Jo had a feeling if he did she would say so.

Jo slipped out of bed and paced around the room. If these things existed- then why...why would his sister say that the presents left there were from her? and she must have known they weren't if Santa was real...

Why would she lie to him like that? leave him unhappy and sad?

Jo felt a lump rise in his throat. He thought his sister was the only one who cared about him in his family. Why would she betray him like that?

Maybe I'm being too harsh. maybe she didn't believe herself. But the presents and eggs couldn't of been from our parents or our brother, so then...

Jo felt incredibly tired know. He reluctantly sauntered back to bed and, leaving a lamp beside the bed on, he snuggled under the covers, trying to forget everything he had just thought.

"So this lad has some sort of special talent? more so than the older fella?"

The four main guardians stood in the North Pole. Bunnymund was leaning against the wall and fiddling with his boomerang absent-mindedly as Tooth fluttered around the looking sphere that held the image of Alecvander and Jo (The masking charm only kept those will ill-intent away, and as they were not of ill-intent they were able to see past it.). She had a hand up to her lips fretfully, though why the rest of them didn't know. North nodded in response to the pooka's question.

"Yes- and Pitch wants him on his side. I don't like the sound of it. Whatever the boogeyman is planning it cannot be good for us, the world or the boy." North gestured to the child in the sphere. Bunnymund stopped playing with his boomerang and looked over at the lad. He frowned deeply. "Doesn't seem that powerful. 'Bout eleven is 'e?"

"Ten. says so on the list."

"Huh."

Sandman raised a hand slowly to get everyone's attention. Using to his sand to form letter's above him, he suggested that they bring him to the North Pole, since it was safer.

Bunnymund was about to protest when North jumped up "That's a good idea! Though I do not think any child on the naughty lists deserves to come here."

Sandman, still disagreeing with the judgment, asked using his sand why exactly Jo made it onto the naughty list. He was a polite boy- he'd asked for forgiveness and apologized for not believing in him.

"Let's just say that he likes kicking people's furniture."

"Wait a second, mate." Bunnymund interrupted, looking over at Sandman with a frown "Who says that we can trust those other two? I don't like the look of that Witch..."

"Oh, don't be so grumpy, Bunnymund my friend." North said loudly, giving Bunnymund a friendly but powerful slap on the shoulder that almost knocked him off his feet, "We'll just tell them that he'd be safer here with us. But you're right- I don't think we should bring them here."

They couldn't possibly bring two mortals into the North Pole- magic users or not. And witches were not to be trusted- why she was helping the boy they did not know, but they didn't know for certain that she was doing out of complete good will. The old man seemed alright, but again they couldn't trust everyone they saw. At least not yet.

"So that's it? we go and get the lad an' bring 'em here?" the Australian pooka said. Sandman nodded sleepily.

North looked over at tooth, who hadn't said a word throughout the whole conversation.

"Tooth? Tooth, are you alright?" He asked, the concern in his voice bringing the pooka and Sandman's attention to the agitated Humming-bird fairy.

"Oh, no I'm fine- that was a good idea, Sandy!" He said quickly, smiling brightly at Sandman "It's just... remember this boy..."

"Why this one?" Bunnymund asked, raising a brow.

"Well, when he was loosing his baby teeth a few years ago...And I sent my little fairies to get them...um, there weren't there. They had just vanished and I couldn't collect the memories..."

"Maybe they had fallen behind the bed?" North suggested.

"I checked! I had them search the whole house, but they were nowhere to be found." Tooth clasped her hands, looking guilty regretful. "I wasn't able to keep his memories save..."

"It was not your fault, Tooth. And when we go and see him, maybe you can ask if he knows where they are. Maybe he forgot to put them under his pillow." North suggested helpfully. That seemed to cheer Tooth considerably.

"That sounds like a good idea! Thank you, North!" She said in a bubbly manner.

"Alright then, mates, it's settled." Bunnymund said in a serious business voice. "Shall we get going?"

Tyzentray the familiar had watched with worry as the boy paced around, looking hurt and betrayed. If she had a vocie, maybe she could've asked why.

She had been about to go over and comfort him when he went back to bed, and he was asleep as soon as she approached. She wouldn't admit it to her daft mistress, but she cared about the boy. He had more common sense that most humans- including her mistress- and she didn't like seeing him this way.

Maybe he was afraid of that Pitch one. She frowned. Maybe that was it.

She hopped onto the end of the bed and lay down, resting her head other folded paws. Had anyone been looking in on them they would've seen a small, troubled boy, and the rabbit familiar who was guarding him.

He had that dream again that night. But this time it was different.

The forest was dark and quiet. The only noise was the wind in rustle through the trees softly. The trees were as black as night, as was the grass and the rocks. The sky was grey and blurry.

Jo was walking through the trees on small bare feet. He realized with surprise that he was much smaller- and looking at his chubby, soft hands he saw that he was much younger than he had been. Strange.

He felt like he was looking for something here. He searched amount the tree trunks, under bushes and in the long grass, though what he was searching for he did not know.

He felt as if he'd lost something that he needed back desperately. Something that someone had hidden from him...He needed to find it...

He woke up with a jolt. Tyzan was staring at him, ears up and alert. He was back in the room, in the house. He forced himself to calm down. He rubbed his sweat-soaked hair and breathed deeply.

Tyzan hopped beside him a prodded his arm with her paw. He looked at her, trembling.

"I'm alright. Just a bad dream, I guess." He said huskily. Tyzan titled her head a little, frowning.

Suddenly, something downstairs clattered, followed by Hauna's angry shout. Jo and Tyzan exchanged confused glances before they both jumped off the bed and began making their way downstairs.

Alecvander and Hauna were standing in the living room. The place had been cleared of all furniture and the floor was painting with a large, white circle. A candlestick had fallen on the floor, which was probably the reason for Hauna's frustrated shout.

Alecvander was standing att he side of the circle when the boy and rabbit entered.

"Is this the spell?" He asked. The old man nodded quietly. Jo took that as a hint to do the same and watched silently as Hauna began muttering words in a language he didn't recognize, hands raised slightly. As she did so the white rings turned a bright shadow of green, and from the light a figure

The green figures morphed to resembled Jo in shape and as Hauna finished her giant, the green faded away, leaving three perfect replicas.

"Wow..." Jo murmured as he and Alecvander approached.

"These will throw Pitch off our tracks, at least for a while. By the time he realized he's been tricked we'll be the realm, where we can put up even more powerful echmantments to keep him out. He won't be able to get in, no matter what."

"This is amazing." Jo said, poking his replica in the forehead. His replica repeated the sentence in his own voice: "This is amazing!"

"Alecvander...how come there's only one replica?" Jo asked curiously, frowning.

"You see, Jo, Pitch is too smart to be fulled by the trick unless there are real people near this replica. Replicas are mad from magic, and Pitch would be able to tell they were fake after a while if there wen't anyone real there."

"So that means...?"

"We'll be taking the replica to a place on the other side of the city" Hauna answered sharply "Then when we are outside the town I will create replicas of Alecvander and myself. By that time Pitch will have located the two of us and will have no doubts about whether we're real. He won't check again.

Jo didn't like were the idea was going. "But what about me?" he asked fretfully.

Alecvander put a hand on his shoulder "The enchantment here will keep you hidden until we return." He said gently, as if he didn't want to go into it.

"So I'll be here on my own?"

"With Tyzan. She'll protect you. She has her ways." Hauna replied. She had left the room for a moment and returned, jacket on and hood up. She snapped her fingers, and suddenly his replica was dressed in warm winter clothes. This whole time the being had stood emotionless. This wouldn't full anyone.

"He looks sort of blank..." Jo said hesitantly "Won't he notice."

"Once we have left you're presence he'll begin acting like you. That's how it works." Said Alecvander, pulling on a winter coat. He held out a flashlight (a torch in the British Jo's case) for Jo to take. He grasped it tightly.

"Stay indoors and don't open them until we get back" Alecvander said as Jo followed them out into the landing. "Stay save. Goodbye, Jo. We'll be back soon."

Jo watched through the door as Hauna, Alecvander and his replica vanished into the night using his powers. He'd seen Hauna snap her fingers, and heard the bolt in the door tighten slightly. Guess she was just making sure.

Later on that night his room had been turned into a fort. His conscious was not convinced that he was entirely save, so he's shoved the armchair under the bedroom door, checked the window lock twice and and shut the shutters tight.

Tyzan wanted to tell him these things wouldn't help if Pitch found out where they were, but allowed him to go ahead all the same as it made him feel better.

Now he was sat in bed, covers over his knees and light in his hands, Tyzan sitting at the edge of his bed and glancing back and forth at either side of the room.

They waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Jo's eyelids began to feel incredibly heavy now. Tyzan had long ago fallen asleep, and he wasn't going to last much longer.

With a yawn, he fell back on the pillow and into a dreamless sleep.

"Sh..."

"Don't make any noise..."

He was awakened by hushed voices. He froze, but didn't stir. Keeping his eyelids shut tight, he thought hard on what to do.

"Shh..he's awake." A Russian voice whispered "I feel it!"

"No he's not. Let's just grab 'im and get out of here, mates."

"Poor little thing looks worn out..." a woman voice murmured from the left.

His head began beating at a hundred miles per hour. Who where these people? where were they going to take him.

He head footsteps getting closer to the bed. His eyes snapped open and he sat straight up, shining his flashlight/ torch right at the intruders, who froze. Tyzan started at the sudden movement and awoke, looking around frantically before freezing as well, staring at the them.

Jo's fear ebbed away. He could hardly believe what he was seeing. It couldn't be...A large, grey rabbit? A feathery blue-and-green woman fluttering in the air with transparent wings (a fairy!) and an older figure with a muscular build, with a familiar long, white beard and red attire.

"Santa..." he whispered as an excited smile stretched across his face. It was Santa! he did exist! and as he looked over at the rabbit another well-known name jumped from his lips gleefully"The Easter Bunny!"

They both looked baffled, and uneasy. But Jo was too exited to notice. He looked over at the fairy, already sure who she was.

"The Tooth fairy!" She smiled warmly, coming over in a hover beside him.

"Hello!" she said brightly. Jo looked down at a small, familiar figure beside Santa.

"Sandman!" he exclaimed happily. He raised a hand and gave a warm, sleepy smile and wave.

"I can't believe this! wow!" Jo exclaimed jubilantly, glancing around the room at them. This was amazing!

I always knew they were real! His own voice shouted in the back of his mind. Wait...had he? oh well. It was amazing to finally be able to see them. Sure, he'd spoken about them, but never really thought about meeting them!

Tyzan was less than pleased, though. She bent her ears back threatening and glared at them.

Santa looked over at the Easter Bunny, wearing a panicky expression. "What now?" he asked.

"Knock 'im out!" Bunnymund ordered seriously. Jo's smile faded. Wait, what..?

"With the dream sand, mate!"

Suddenly Jo found himself being swept off his feet and into the arms of the Sandman. He held him like a baby, hovering ever-so-slightly in the air. Jo smiled a little up at him as Sandman looked back at him kindly, before nodding once towards him. The last thing Jo saw was golden sand flickering into his vision, then he plunged into darkness.

CHAPTER 8 IS UP.

I bloody love Bunnymund and Santa.

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