MELODY: That last chapter made me cry:(. Thank you all again for reading!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Rise of the Guardians.
We all sat down in a circle at Santa's workshop. There were three tiny little golden lights in a triangle. Jack sat, depressed, by the window. The little elves all bowed their heads at different times, creating a soothing sound with their bells. Yetis had stopped making toys for once and were mourning the loss of Sandy.
I sniffed in and hiccuped, "Sandy..." Another tear rolled down my face. What kind of person was I? I had just let one of my best friends... DIE because I was too lazy to follow him! What was I doing here? This was literally mortal pain sitting here without him and his little dream sand pictures floating above his head.
"He's in a better place now," Tooth tried to comfort me.
"You don't know where he is," I retorted, "He got consumed by the fucking Nightmare King. He's probably living in a nightmare!" Bunny didn't even give me a glance when I cursed, so I knew he was more than upset. Scuse my language by the way.
"Don't think like that..." Tooth trailed off, realizing I was probably right.
"And it's all my fault," I sobbed, covering my face in my hands, "I should've protected him, I was supposed to be following... I... I KNEW what... Excuse me, I have to get some air," I ran out of that stuffy, depressing room as fast as my feet could carry me.
Once I was outside, I flew up to a balcony, stumbling a bit in the air. I ended up slipping on the rail and having to half-haul myself up. Then I decided to do something productive, which was to find out what the hell my new power was. Focusing on that weird silvery light thing, I imagined it in my hand. Something burst out from my fingers, but it wasn't silver - it was a deep blue. "Hmm," I pondered, "That's weird because last time I did this light thingy it was silver..."
Confusion making me forget about Sandy for the time being, I shoved the weird blue light away and tried again. This time it was green. And then it hit me like a baseball.
When I was fighting Pitch, I had been afraid. White, silver, fear. When I'd made the blue light I was sad. And green when I was confused. "It depends on my emotion!" I realized out loud. "Now THAT makes some sense."
So now I have a weird emotion-charged power. Now I have to figure out what I stand for. My center. That's going to be loads harder, I thought, because I have no idea how I'm supposed to go at that.
"Well," I voiced softly, "If when Jack's snowflakes hit people they become fun, and my light is kinda like his snow, then if my light hits people will it tell me my center? How will it tell me my center if I'm not a mind reader or an emotion reader or something like that? Shit, this stuff is giving me a headache." Scuse my language but I tell truthful words.
"Language, Snowflake!" A voice joked. I turned around to see a very down-looking Jack standing on the balcony behind me with a slight smile on his face. His hair looked floppy and lifeless which was a weird thing for me to notice but I did. His normally sharp steely blue eyes looked dull and fake.
"Since when am I Snowflake?" I turned back around so he wouldn't see the small smile spreading.
"Since now," Jack sighed. He plopped down next to me, "So Snowflake, what's giving you such a headache?"
I decided not to lie, "My weird light power-things. Plus the fact that I've disappeared off of the face of the Earth. Basically."
"Light power-things?" Jack asked excitedly.
"You didn't see them?" I inquired. Concentrating on the image of a ball of light in my hand, I exhaled slowly. A small little purple light flowed out of my fingertips.
"That," Jack nodded, "I totally knew what you were talking about."
I smiled a little, "I'm so confused, Jack. I just don't know... anything. It's so weird..."
"Well you can mope about it, or-" Jack started to say something but was interrupted by Bunny.
"NORTH SAID THAT EASTER IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN CHRISTMAS!" Bunny shouted gleefully, "COME ON MATES, WE GOT EGGS TO PAINT!"
We both scurried inside Santa's Workshop and arrived with the rest of the Guardians right when North was saying, "Everyone to the sleigh!"
"Nuh-uh, mate," Bunny grinned, "My warren, my rules." A hole appeared beneath him and I was the second (after Bunny, of course) to fall in.
"SHIT THIS IS STEEEEEP!" I yelled at the top of my lungs as I unceremoniously tumbled down the freaking RABBIT HOLE. "I FEEL LIKE FREAKING ALICE FROM FREAKING ALICE IN WONDERLAND!"
"GET USED TO IT, SHEILA!" Bunny's voice called, full of laughter. "AND WASH YOUR SAILOR'S MOUTH!"
"I HATE YOU!" I screamed.
Agonizingly slow, we all tumbled, ran, or flew down the musty hole. Finally, we all tumbled out into one big pile. And I was at the bottom. "Can't breathe here," I groaned, staring up at Jack, Tooth, North, two elves, and a yeti. They all rolled off me and we were greeted by two giant smiling stone eggs.
"Welcome to the Warren, mates," Bunny grinned and waved his hand at the green fields covered with dye pools and eggs running around. All of a sudden, there was a weird footstep-y noise from inside a tunnel. Everybody froze except for me because I knew it was Sophie. Even the eggs frowned. They looked like freaking DumDum.
Weapons drawn, they all stepped forward to peek inside the tunnel. "Bunny, Bunny, hop hop hop!" A cheerful little voice called.
"Sophie!" A grin spread across Jack's face.
"Sophie?" Tooth cocked her head sideways, "How did she get here?"
Looking sheepish, North patted his pockets. "Magic globe portals," he shrugged.
"Hey, ya little anklebitah," Bunny smiled, "What are we going to do with you? What are we going to do with her?" Sophie skipped around, picking up little eggs and giggling.
"Dude, if we can let a little kid ruin Easter we are screwed," I pointed out. Jack nodded in agreement and sent a little snowflake towards Sophie. She chased it around until it landed on Bunny's nose.
He grinned, Fun Fun Fun ideas coursing through his mind. "Let's go paint some eggs!" He picked Sophie up and plopped her on his back.
"WHOO HOOO!" I punched a fist in the air and ran off to find somewhere where I could paint walking eggs in solitude.
