Luna

"What just…?" I shook my head. Fear and adrenaline coursed through my veins like fire. Fire. I remember fire. There was black fire everywhere, "Where's Pitch? Jack, what's going on?"

"A new guardian," North smiled, "Didn't you say Pitch mentioned a new guardian?"

"Yeah," I wracked my brain, "I think so…"

"What's going on!?" Bunny cried, exasperated.

"Luna," Tooth beamed, "Is now, officially one of us!"

I leaned over, panting. I felt like I was going to throw up. Sweat dripped down my face and everything seemed too loud.

"Jack," I panted, "Why can't I remember, Jack? There was a fire and then, and then nothing, Jack!" I grabbed his shirt, "What happened?"

Everyone looked in different directions. Everywhere but at me.

"Jack?" I cried.

"You… you died. Pitch killed you," he still wouldn't look at me.

"WHAT? But I… but he… but I'm here Jack! How could I be dead if I'm here?"

"I knew she wouldn't take it well," Bunnymund murmured.

"Everyone was someone before they change honey," Tooth soothed, "We were someone too."

"But you all look- wait a sec," I ran over to a pan, the first reflective surface I saw.

"The heck…"

My eyes were a deep, light purple. Almost lavender. I knew they had been blue before… And what was I wearing? My t-shirt and jeans were replaced with a knee length, sleeveless, shimmering purple gown. Matching ballet flats adorned my feet, with ribbons swirling up my leg in graceful arcs.

"You look…" Jack rubbed his arm self-consciously, "Nice."

I suddenly felt much more exposed in my dress, "Thanks."

"So… what am I?" I refused to let the threatening tears break through, "I died, so I can't be human, can I?"

"Well technically, you're a spirit," Tooth babbled, "Jack was a winter spirit before he became the guardian of fun."

"So what am I the spirit of?" I asked.

"I've only seen those symbols once," North contemplated, "But it couldn't… even with the name…"

"I'm the spirit of, the moon?"

He nodded solemnly.

"Okay, and why is that important?" I really hoped it wasn't bad. I've really had enough bad.

"Honey, the Man in the Moon made us who we are. You could be incredibly powerful," Tooth clarified.

"That explains Pitch," Jack noted, "If he's planning something, a moon spirit wouldn't be easy on him."

"But, my mom," I whispered, "She'll see the glass, the blood…"

"Luna..." Jack started.

"And I'm dead," I choked back a sob, "My friends? My family? I can't see them again, can I?

"Luna."

"Can I?" I whispered.

I walked slowly to a window, staring out and thinking of the life I could have had.

"Jack?" I whispered, still staring out the window, "How old are you?"

"Seventeen."

"How long have you been seventeen?"

"Three hundred years give or take."

"I thought so."

I sat down and heard them gradually leaving, one by one. I don't know how much time had past, but I eventually fell asleep.