Disclaimer: Still don't own The Rise of Guardians/Guardian's of Childhood
The Island of Sleepy Sands
Jack ran down the halls of the Sandman's castle, panicked.
The Wind wasn't responding to his calls.
He screamed and shouted but there was no answer through the bond, no response to his desperate calls.
Why wasn't The Wind answering?
He didn't get it! The Wind always answered him, no matter how far it was, or where.
He could feel his Wind, he could feel their bond, so he knew it was out there but where?
How could he away from the Sandman now?
He couldn't even fly with out The Wind…
He skidded to a halt as he came to one of the castle's balconies. The island was huge and completely made of sand. He could hear waves crashing against the rocks below, and in the distance he could see the shore, on the other side of the tower.
From here, on the tallest tower, he could see the Sandman's domain, the Island of Sleepy Sands, in all of its glory.
Ships, dinosaurs, fairies and everything you could ever image took flight among the stars, bodies of dream sand glowing brightly in the midnight sky.
Jack stood in awe as the Sandman's and the Spirit of Old magic weaved the sand for the children around the world, off to bless them with good dreams even as The Sandman himself was not there to watch over it. It was one of the most beautifully things he had ever seen.
For a moment, he wondered why he was even in such as hurry to get away…
A loud screech of rage filled the air, disrupting the amazing show of magic.
Startled, Jack was unable to stop himself as he began to fall towards into the sea below.
The waves crashed into the castle with fury as screeches filled the air once more…
IMPORTANT: How do you guys feel about OCs? I know that the Spirits of Old are technically ocs, but I'm talking about others, for the plot. None are likely to show up for a while, but still, let me know.
Anyway...
:) Double update! Plus, a short story at the end of the next chapter! Review and go, go, go!
