Hello, one and all. :) I would like to report that my back is much better now, I just have to take it easy by not carrying extra weight. Its as if your positive feedback and good tidings helped me heal! Thank you very much. We're actually coming close to the end of this story, but no worries! Another source of entertainment with a different friend o' mine will be here shortly. I will say that after I post this chapter, I will be returning to my family's cottage for a week to enjoy the lake, and there's no wifi. Unless my grandparents allow me to stay with them in their house, then I'll post when I return. Please continue leaving reviews! You don't know how happy you all make me feel when I see my inbox fill up with them. I save all of them! :D

This story has a cameo of PierceTheMegan, who participated in the fanart contest and won a tie along with DeadLuck666. Congrats!

Pitch: 'Friend o' mine'? Fanty, he's planning to destroy humanity.

Meh, let him try. He's just searching to find out who he is. He's like Elsa.

Pitch: Yeah, Elsa with a bad temper and Daddy issues.

I think you guys get the picture who's coming up next in the follow up story. ;) Ciao!


Fanty padded down the wide, grand stairs in her bare feet, smacking her lips tiredly. Sandy came in to wake her up-not one of his favorite things to do-and tell her breakfast was ready. She almost tripped on her nightgown, which was a little bit long on her petite frame. Fanty's brown hair was a mess, like Anna's in the movie Frozen. Just as she landed on the stone flooring and slowly trudged to the grand feasting hall, Jack Frost swooped down from the rafters and drifted alongside her casually, grinning like the silly boy he was.

"Mornin', Sleepyhead!" he greeted cheerfully, bopping her nose with the staff.

"Hi, Jack. Did you sleep last night?" Fanty yawned, scratching her head sleepily.

Jack happily shook his head, "Nope. Once you fell asleep I went to Russia. Moscow looks awesome with a foot of snow, by the way."

Fanty nodded, not really ready to have a full on conversation in the morning. Just as she opened the doors, her eyes went wide.

Not only was there a giant feast set before her, but Mystic and Star stood by the long table, looking around in astonishment. When they saw Fanty in this Indian, colorful nightgown with a living nightmare of bed hair, they gasped and ran over.

"Fanty, we were so worried about you! Xion almost called the police." Mystic frantically told, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her gently.

"Even Drago was gone for days looking for you. You never told us where you were going or for how long!" Star looked disappointed in Fanty as she scolded her.

Fanty, after closing and opening her mouth in shock like a fish, finally mentally smacked herself before apologizing multiple times. She told them of Pitch's desperate drawback, and how she has to go to some witch spirit to help him. Mystic and Star gave her a look, one mixed with slight pity and confusion.

"I can't believe you're risking your life for him. Even I wouldn't do that, at least willingly. I'd be scared." Star said truthfully, and Mystic reluctantly nodded.

"He's a friend, and no one deserves to die alone and uncared for." Fanty said bravely, finally wide awake.

Mystic and Star, after a while, smiled brightly. They pulled in Fanty for a tight hug, and laughed when Fanty muttered about cooties.

"You really are a great friend. Even to someone who's dark, evil, manipulative, and soulless-" Star went on.

"Okay, she gets it." Pitch snapped from the shadows.

Mystic and Star looked like they almost jumped out of their skins. Fanty just rolled her eyes with a smirk and said teasingly, "And sneaky."

"I prefer guileful, or devious." Pitch smirked, strolling over to the girls with his hands behind his back.

Fanty looked at Pitch, and when she saw that tiny smile at the corner of his mouth, she beamed brightly. "You brought them here?"

"Your goodbye wasn't proper enough, at least for my taste." Pitch nonchalantly said, looking away with pride at his success.

"Me neither," Mystic grinned, "Besides, how are you going to help Pitch when we're busy stalling you?"

Fanty rolled her eyes with a grin, "You're not stalling me, guys…but do you really have to leave now?"

Mystic and Star nodded in sync, but then Star noticed Jack leaning on his staff in the corner of the feast hall. He smiled and waved at her, and Star eagerly grinned at Fanty, as if she spotted something worthy in a candy store.

"Before we go, can we get a picture with Jack?" she gave Fanty her best puppy eyes, and Mystic happily joined her.

Fanty smiled and nodded at Jack, who ran a hand through his hair and gave a flirtatious, shy smile at Star, who blushed a bright pink. She whipped out her cupcake iPhone and snapped a picture of the three grinning, Jack playfully sticking out his tongue like the childish boy he was. As Star and Mystic thanked him and put on their thick, winter coats, Jack hid his hands in his pockets and shyly said, "I'm not sure if I'll come up in the photo, though."

Star smiled and showed him the picture, and indeed he was there, sticking his tongue out like a kid. Jack raised a brow and gave a curious smile. Mystic patted his shoulder and said, "The best part about these photos is that only believers will see you. So it's like a privilege to take a photo with a spirit! Finders keepers, at least in Star's sake."

Jack winked at Star, who giggled and looked away. As they disappeared in the portal they came through with a snow globe, Fanty sat herself down at the table, close to the head of the table. "You're a player, Jack," Fanty said, smirking at him, "Which one, Tooth or Star?"

Jack blushed and snapped, "Neither! Girls are gross."

"Excuse me?!"

Tooth zoomed over to him, clearly back from her palace. Her feathers were puffed with annoyance, and she was breathing shallowly. It was a sight to see her irritated. Fanty felt something drop at the bottom of her stomach as she watched Tooth get in his face with a shaking finger, and Jack looked honestly terrified.

"I'll have you know that we're much more cleaner than any boy in the entire world. At least we have our priorities straight!"

Fanty awkwardly coughed as Pitch sat next to her, and she leaned over to whisper, "I don't think she's ever heard of Twilight…or any teen romance novel for that matter. None of the characters in those books have their priorities straight."

"Okay," Pitch agreed slowly, "What about real people? That's more important."

"Can't say. It'll be bashing and it isn't my place to point out flaws in real people. Characters? They aren't real, so I can say anything I want." Fanty smirked at Pitch, who chuckled at her joke.

As the Guardians settled down at the table, Tooth still huffy with Jack who looked completely worn out and worried of her opinion, the yetis brought out the giant platters of food. North cheered and clapped his hands, and Bunny grinned at the sight of the warm carrot pancakes one of the yetis was bringing to him. Sandy silently clapped when a dark haired yeti poured him egg nog and placed a delicious plate of sunny side up eggs with toast and two strips of bacon. Bacon, as Fanty learned that breakfast morning, was his absolute favorite part of breakfast.

"It's the only thing he wakes up for," North winked at Fanty, and Sandy even nodded through eager crunches as well.

Pitch helped himself to his own breakfast, consisting of an odd drink of Darjeeling tea, scrambled eggs on toast and oatmeal. Fanty crinkled her nose at the oatmeal, an old memory floating into her mind. Tooth, who was really into her bowl of fruit salad, noticed her stare at Pitch's choice of food. Being the Guardian of Memories, she could see what she was remembering, and almost snorted on her milk. Bunny gave her a concerned look, and Pitch couldn't help but grin over his cup of tea at Tooth's choking laughs. Tooth finally looked at Fanty with an amused smile, and Fanty shyly grinned back at Tooth's ability to read her memories.

"Tell us vhat's going on. I hate being left out of good joke." North said, munching on a deliciously cooked lemon muffin.

Fanty looked down, suddenly embarrassed. "I can't. It's kinda gross, at least in my opinion."

"If it made Tooth laugh it's good enough for the table." Bunny kindly said, gesturing to Tooth who playfully glared at him.

"Fine…" Fanty timidly looked at Pitch, who raised a brow at her strange behavior, "When I was six or seven, my dad made me some of my favorite oatmeal for breakfast. I was really excited, since he always made it taste better with a bit of brown sugar and apple slices. But my dad…has a very bad taste in jokes."

Bunny and Jack grinned simultaneously. "I like where this is going." Jack snickered, and Sandy patted his arm to shut him up.

"He covered the bowl with a smaller one to make it look like it just came out of the microwave. And when I lifted it…there were worms inside."

Bunny almost fell off his chair while hooting in laughter and Jack guffawed so badly he literally snorted his cold orange juice. Tooth began giggling uncontrollably again, and even Pitch snickered at Fanty's blushing face. She looked ticked off as she patted her fork against her chocolate chip waffles, making the syrup splat repeatedly against the flat of the fork.

"It isn't that funny. I never ate oatmeal again."

"Don't worry, you're not missing out," Jack snickered, "Oatmeal is boring, Pitch is boring. Point made."

Fanty grinned at that, and Pitch glared at him before slyly flinging a spoonful of oatmeal at Jack's face so it splat against his forehead. Before the spirit of fun could chuck a peeled orange back at him, North gave a good scolding to both, and the breakfast meal quieted down a bit than it was before. Fanty ate to her heart's content, and was quite sad to leave so suddenly afterwards. North and Tooth fussed over her by giving her extra clothing and utilities like a compass and a snow globe in case of emergencies, but Fanty knew she would be fine. Pitch felt content watching Fanty happily grin to each Guardian in thanks for their care and interest, and even gestured a stiff goodbye as they went through a portal to the thick forest that the spirit of magic dwelled in.

"So what's our plan?" Fanty asked, shedding her bomber jacket as the portal behind them closed up.

"Find Morgana, get an answer how we can save me." Pitch said, taking her jacket from her as the gentleman he was.

"What're we waiting for? Let's go!" Fanty said excitedly, and they started their trek through the bright and airy woods.

The forest had a golden tint to the bright green leaves, and the two could just feel the magic in the air. Bluebirds and mockingbirds fluttered in the air, and occasionally they spotted red squirrels and butterflies of many colors. Flowers were in full bloom, some shimmering with a hint of mystery and beauty that not even Mother Nature could produce. The sun's rays made everything look…beautiful!

Pitch watched Fanty happily walk ahead of him, a slight spring in her step as they strolled down a path that was edged with moss and clovers. A smile lay on her face, tilted up to the sky as she enjoyed the feeling of the warmth of the sun and the sharp blueness of the sky. Her hand lazily grazed against nearby leaves and flowers, enjoying the feel of nature at her fingertips.

Pitch couldn't help but feel a small smile curl his lips. She reminded him of a past memory of his daughter, how she thoroughly enjoyed the woods outside their home and often pretended to have adventures in the glade.

"Having fun?" Pitch chuckled as Fanty twirled before hopping onto a shiny grey stone.

"Loads. Come on, smile at least." Fanty grinned at him, holding out her hand.

Pitch looked away, trying to hold back a grin, but took her suggestion for consideration. He finally smiled at her, and Fanty grinned back, "You are pretty handsome when you smile."

Pitch couldn't help but laugh, his face leaning to the sky at Fanty's remark. The girl continued to smile on and walk backwards, watching him surprisingly look so…happy.

"Just shut up and continue frolicking, Fanty." Pitch said to her with a teasing grin.

Fanty shrugged lightheartedly and continued skipping down the path, and the whole way down, Pitch could just feel a weight lift off his shoulders and relieve some small stress he's carried for centuries. He missed the freedom like this. Fanty urged him to keep up with her, and pretended she was Peter Pan flying through the forest while running fast.

He almost bumped into Fanty when she suddenly stopped, and pointed to a part of the forest that bended like a cave, and the ending of the path was a dead giveaway that they reached their destination. The path separated into little shiny stones, and the nearby rocks softy glittered with quartz, diamonds and rubies that looked so tiny, Fanty couldn't make them out without expecting them closely. A golden cauldron sat patiently to the side, and a cluster of rocks nearby formed a waterfall that continued forever, and a wooden dish floated above magically as if it was its own water basin. From the tree branch and leaf canopy hung decorations and strange objects that must have been relics and magical objects that Morgana must have collected. Colored bottles of many shades hung above too, and cast a light to the green grass below that made it almost look like a clubhouse. To the right was a bed that had a curtain of ivy leaves and satin sheets, and a dark wood wardrobe that reminded Fanty of her favorite childhood book of the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe.

Fanty softly smiled and took one step forward, before Pitch grabbed her and pulled her back, securing his arms around her protectively.

"Shh. Don't move and don't scream." He hissed, his eyes wide at the creature that lay behind the thin curtain of more leaves and vines in front of them.

Fanty held her breath, terror rising in her gut when Pitch grabbed her like that. She squinted her eyes to see what was the matter, and saw only a glittering behind the curtain of leaves. It continued on for a long time, and it was until then she realized that hot wind feeling was actually coming from behind the curtain.

"Have no fear, for Cambria is a gentle dragon." A soothing voice said from behind the curtain.

The shade drew back to reveal a massive purple and blue dragon, fast asleep and curled against a giant boulder. There also stood a woman, much taller than Fanty but around Pitch's height, with long and flowing hair. In her hair, was pixie dust of blues and greens. Jewels dripped from her headdress, and her gown looked like fabric ivory with hints of silver and ebony. She stepped forward, not looking at Fanty but straight at Pitch. She gracefully extended a hand to Pitch, who took her hand and kissed it, not tearing his eyes from her bright and shining ones. Fanty pursed her lips and looked away, feeling jealous of her fair and white skin and red lips and she had olive toned skin. Not even a single blemish on this woman, the lucky duck.

But then Fanty felt better when she noticed Pitch's lips looked glittery when he released her hand. It's as if this woman was bathed in pixie dust.

"I received word that my mother would be receiving guests." The woman glanced at Fanty with an amused smile.

"You are not Morgana?" Pitch looked her up and down, clearly thinking she was in fact her.

"I am not, for I am her daughter, Megan. Mother had an urgent matter with the Seasonal Spirits and Father Time. It is nothing to worry about."

As Pitch asked her questions such as why she didn't go with her and what her importance was, Fanty got the feeling Megan and Pitch were hitting it off. She started walking around, looking at things and…yeah, she kind of touched stuff to see what they did. She saw this mirror looking thing, and when she peeked into it, only saw another location she wasn't familiar with. She touched the mirror, only to be shocked that it had the texture and appearance of mercury against her fingertips. She grinned and dipped her hand further into the mirror until she heard a scream from the other side, "MOOOM! THERE'S A FLOATING HAND!"

She quickly retracted and glanced at Pitch, who would have shot fireballs at her with his eyes if he was able to. Megan only smiled and said in her usual silky voice, "That is the Mirror of Might. My mother linked it to the place she first became a spirit, for memory sake."

"Well…that's uh, meaningful." Fanty awkwardly complimented, rubbing her hand tenderly.

"So can you help us?" Pitch asked her, turning away from Fanty.

Megan nodded slowly, following her mother's directions. "She said you would be coming, so I am prepared. But the risk of this ritual to gain belief is precarious."

"I can deal with precarious!" Fanty grinned at her, tossing a crystal ball in her hand, "Precarious is my middle name!"

"I…is it really?" Megan looked quite shocked, not getting that it was a figure of speech. Sarcasm wasn't invented when she was born in the Renaissance Age.

"No it isn't. It's Elizabeth." Pitch smirked at Fanty.

"HOW DO YOU-?!" Fanty yelled, and accidentally dropped the crystal ball. It smashed to the ground, causing Cambria, the giant dragon to stir in her sleep and Megan to cringe.

"You idiot! You thoughtless, pubescent witch!" Pitch scolded, stomping over to her and pulling her away from the shelf of magical books and scrolls.

"I didn't mean to," Fanty pouted, "it just kinda jumped out of my hand."

"All is well," Megan waved her hand elegantly, "My mother has twenty more."

Fanty grinned widely, "We could break all of them and then make a giant, big one with the pieces!"

Megan stared at her, thinking Fanty really was an oddball. But then again, she was. Pitch face-palmed, and then held out his other hand as Megan gave him a tiny piece of parchment with the location of where they should perform the ritual.

"She's…quite a keeper." Megan said to Pitch, trying to go for a compliment.

"Ew." Fanty crinkled her nose as Pitch furiously blushed.

"I'll say this lightly. She's not my type." He said acidly, forcing a smile to appear friendly. It wasn't very comforting for Megan, and she took a tiny step back.

"I see. Well, pardon me," Megan turned to Fanty with an apologetic smile, "your little snow globe will only get you about half a mile close to the ancient ruins you are destined to go to, but just follow the fae and they will guide you. You have my word, and so mote it be."

When Megan curtsied, Fanty curtsied as well, feeling a bit odd pulling at the sides of her pants as if she wore a skirt. Megan noticed it, and flashed a white smile. Her eyes shone as she shyly asked, "Um…are they comfortable?"

"What, these?" Fanty looked down at her jeans.

"Yes, those trousers. I have always wanted to try them." Megan timidly admitted.

Fanty looked down at her jeans, and then back at Megan, her lower lip out in thought.

Pitch chuckled as he glanced at Fanty as they left the Glade, still finding her grouching very amusing. Fanty stomped down the path, not finding it funny at all.

"You've had your laugh. Just shut up." Fanty muttered, glaring at him.

Pitch teased her by pinching her cheek as if she were an adorable three year old, "Aww, but you were being considerate. How thoughtful."

"I hate dresses." Fanty complained, looking down at the shiny dress that she wore. She had to wear a silver belt to keep the hem up from tripping on it. It looked odd with her converse and her bomber jacket.

"You're not that bad in them. Let's just get this ritual over with and maybe I'll consider crafting a badass outfit for you out of nightmare sand." Pitch nonchalantly said while observing the snow globe in her hand.

Fanty snickered and said sassily, "I think I'll pass. Your gown is proof enough."

"It's a robe!"


Yeesh, while you were busy reading that I was reading my old fanfiction, the first one I ever did with Pitch and an OC. I'm glad my writing has improved! I can kinda see it as the chapters progress. Ah well, I won't bother deleting it. It's a learning experience. :)

Excuse any of the misspellings, parts of this chapter was written in the dark and around midnight. Leave a review for all time's sake, and have a wonderful summer! :)