Below would be the next future chapter of Windsong meeting all the new guardians featured in both the new movie and writergirl142's fanfic ROTG "The Water Guardian Debuts." This is the last timeline chapter, but it represents how Windsong meets Casey Aqua, water spirit, and Narain Hart, wolf spirit.


How Casey met Windsong

The year was 1821, and Casey Aqua was bringing rain to a little town known as Wellington.

Meanwhile, in a sheltered wood, a tall fairy known as Windsong, or just Song to her friends, was recovering from a night of protecting dreams. Her moondust sack was almost empty and she was busy gathering more from her silver mist wings when she noticed bubbling in her mystical magic fountain. The Lyrical Wisps, her friends and helpers made from the music of the fountain, fluttered out and hovered next to the sprays as the water sprouted out a bright orange aurora of worry.

"Anxiety, what is the source?" She said, turning to her reflection pool. Tapping a finger on the water, ripples vibrated as an image of a girl about four feet high and eleven inches appeared from the ripples.

Having finished bringing about the rain, Casey flew back to her pond as she felt an odd tingling in her head. Tilting her head to the side, she rubbed some water out of her ears. Cupping her ear, she listened as the tingle zoned in at the Silent Glade.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" Casey called, looking around with a confused expression.

Windsong could not answer the image, but she could go there. Turning to her fountain, she sprinkled some moondust over the worried water as the fountain quieted.

"Whisper," she called, summoning to her wisps. In response, a small yellow and blue wisp sprite flew up into her hand. "I want you to look after the glade until I get back."

The small sprite chirped in a small salute.

Kissing the sprite on the cheek, she smiled as she said, "And, I better not find any more moondust picnics. When I'm here, it's ok, but it can be a real mess when not used correctly. Look after the gardens and purify the water in the fountain, we had a cloudy reception. And, if there are any emergencies, take the Misty Breezes. You know what to do."

The wisps chirped in unison. Like Windsong, the wisps would travel around the world and bring music to everyone who needed a tune, but the songs would often insure sweet dreams. However, Windsong, herself, handled all nightmare cases to ensure the safety of her little friends.

Whistling, she called, "Gail," as she played on her pipes. Immediately, the wind came to her and lifted her into the air. Traveling out of the Silent Glade, Windsong headed southwest.

It was nearing twilight as Casey dived into her pond. The water was a little chilly due to her absence, but the cold frost of winter left a trail heading into town. Shaking her head with a small frown, Casey knew what this meant. "Jack Frost. He must have been by here, but then again, he didn't come by last year," she said, removing the ice from her pond. Making sure it was warm, she dove silently in and settled in for the night.

As she was taking a breath of fresh air, she ducked back under when the soft swish of a breeze fluttered by her ear. Blowing her hair away from her face, the breeze stilled as she submerged herself under the pool. Staring up from the waves, Casey watched as a woman unwrapped herself from the shivery wind. It can't be Jack's North Wind, this breeze was too sweet and warm.

Windsong landed as she unfolded her silver wings in the twilight mist.

A fairy? Casey thought, watching her. It can't be the Tooth Fairy, this fairy is too simply dressed.

Making them disappear, she took out a piece of parchment that looked like a map. In the middle was a picture of Casey's Pond. Looking up, she looked around as she said, "I think that this should be the place."

Curious, Casey poked her head out of the pond as Windsong turned her way. "Who or what is it that you're looking for? Maybe I can help."

Windsong smiled as she got to her knees in front of the girl. "Do you happen to know a girl by the name of Casey Aqua?"

Looking a little deterred, she replied, "I am she. What is it that you want?"

Windsong's smile left her face for a moment. "Well, I was just wondering if something was troubling you."

Casey leaned against the shore as she stared up at the fairy. "And, why would you think that?"

"Well, it's kind of what I do. I fly around all over the world and comfort those in need. And, sometimes, I even play a song to herd their bad feelings away. Simply put, I'm kind of a guardian of dreams."

"Dreams? You mean like the Sandman?"

"Not exactly, I do protect dreams, but my true talents lie with my music."

Casey looked a little confused. "Music? And, what has this got to do with me?"

Windsong smiled. "My magic fountain picked up on your sadness, and it informed me that you were looking for a little company."

"How would you know that? Wait, did you say magic fountain?"

Windsong nodded. "The water in the fountain triggered your image in my reflection pool."

"Reflection pool?" she said, cleaning out her ear. "I think that's what made my ears buzz."

Now, it was Windsong's turn to look puzzled. "It's never done that before."

"You mentioned water, in which happens to be the basis of my abilities. I'm Casey Aqua, Spirit of the Water."

"Windsong, Guardian of Music," she said, dangling her feet next to Casey.

"You don't look like a guardian to me, no offense," Casey said rather softly.

"None taken. I really think that I'm a spirit like you, but Manny told me that I was a guardian when I first brought back as a spirit."

"Manny? Do you mean the Man in the Moon?" Casey said, looking up at the moon.

Windsong joined her as she looked up at her friend. "Yes. He made me what I am today."

Looking back at her, Casey said, "And how long ago from that?"

Windsong lifted her head to meet her eyes. "About 147 years ago."

"And, do you remember anything, from your past?"

"Yes. I remember my children."

"How old were they?"

"Thirteen. They were twins, so they had the same birthday."

"You must miss them."

A tear flowed down her face. "Yeah, I do."

"Hey," she said, wiping the tear away, "Maybe you'll see them again, eventually."

"Sooner than that I hope. They were made into spirits, too, but I can't find them."

"Oh," Casey murmured. "I didn't know."

"Hardly anyone does, for they don't know too much about them. Manny told me that they are well, but I wish he would let me see them."

"Maybe he has his reasons. I can't think for the life of me how I came to be the spirit of water. I can't even remember what happened to me other than this scar."

Windsong winced. "That looks painful."

"Not anymore," Casey assured her. "It's healing."

Smiling, Windsong asked, "Hey, may I ask you what was troubling you earlier?"

Casey frowned but returned the smile. "Well, a friend of mine was supposed to come by today, but I missed him."

"Well, he may come back. He could be just busy."

"Yeah," Casey said sarcastically, "and I'm the Easter Kangaroo that brings eggs all over the world in one day. Winter comes around only once a season in a year."

"That's true, but don't forget that when one side of the world experiences summer, the other side experiences winter, hence Jack Frost."

Casey shrugged. "I suppose you're right, but he promised."

"I wouldn't be too mad at him, Casey, it's probably something he can't away from. Give him a little time. And, in the meantime, I'll keep you company. All you have to do is call on the wind and I'll hear you."

Casey looked at her. "Do you really promise?"

"Really, really, music scout's honor," she said, holding up her hand over her heart.

"Alright. Thanks, Windsong."

"Hey, since we're friends, call me Song. It's kind of my nickname."

"Alright, Song, it is. Hey, mind showing me what you can do on those pipes of yours?"

"Sure," she said, lifting out her pipes. As she started to play, her moon dust dropped from her belt.

"Hey, what's this? Dust?"

"Moondust. Sandy gave it to me when I first became a guardian, and he also showed me how to use it to perfect dreams and protect them from night mares."

"Night Mares?"

"I'll explain later."

Casey shrugged. "Ok, now show me what you got."

Windsong smiled as she started on her pipes, and in the middle of her song, Casey began to made shapes dance out of the waves to the rhythm. This continued all the way past twilight and through the course of many happy years.

Windsong made the occasional visit to Casey's pond nearly every day, and on one day, she meant Narian, too, and the three friends talked and played so much that they were never alone.