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You know, I just realized I hate writing dialogue. It's not my strongest. I just like to describe the situation, back stories, and people's emotions.

I thought of this quote while writing this:

"Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world." -Ralph Waldo Emerson. U.S. poet, essayist and lecturer.

Here is the next chapter of Sickness:

The world around him slowed. North watched helplessly at the boogieman's feet as he plunged his sword towards his heart.

Memories of good times flew through his mind. He never believed it before, but life really does flash before your eyes. He remembered his home, Santoff Claussen. A memory of his childlike elves having a snowball fight against him reminded him the family he had. All those yetis and elves, they were like his brothers and children. He wondered what they would do without him. Would they move on? Would Christmas no longer be filled with joy from the toys he'd bring? No, there would be no Santa Claus to deliver them.

The children, He thought to himself. How would Christmas be like for them without Santa? The holiday was only a few days away. Now, they would never see a present from the fat jolly man. There would be no more Christmas cheer, or at least not as it had been would never get to see the smiles and excitement on their faces when they found their presents on Christmas day.

He thought back to his family, the other guardians. He remembered his closest and most trusted friend Sandy. He was so quiet yet had much to say. He always found a way to make him feel better by just being in the same room. Bunny was like a brother, or cousin maybe. North always found him to be amusing whenever he became angry, which was all the time. Sure, they had butt heads, but he wouldn't trade him for anyone else. Tooth was so sweet she could give a person a cavity as strange as it might sound. Like a mother, she looked after all of the guardians and always wanted to be there to comfort a person going through hard times. He would have to say Tooth was a person he would never allow to get hurt.

Then there was a Jack. He was mischievous but had the innocence of a child. Even though he was 318 now, he still resemble a 17 year old who died saving his sister. He brought the guardians together as a family unit. It surprised North how strong the child could be. He always managed to smile no matter how much he hurt on the inside. He was the most inspirational out of all the guardians North thought. The little spirit was like the son North would never have a chance to have.

He remembered their first Thanksgiving together. Tooth had decided to cook for them. She always managed to surprise all of them. A turkey the size of Sandy was laid on the table before them with gravy, mashed potatoes, corn bread and other delicacies littered around it. Because Bunnymund was a vegetarian, she had made a special plate of roast beet salad with chèvre. North remembered how that night had ended: Tooth was sprawled out on the other couch, laying her head on Bunny's lap. Sandy slept hovering in front of the fire place, dreams sand swirled above his head and played out his dream. Jack had fallen asleep as well, leaning against North, on a couch a bit farther from the fire than North preferred. But Jack's opposite was fire. He couldn't stand it. They seemed all so peaceful. All the tension left their faces and were calm. His family had fallen asleep around him.

Jack, Tooth, Sandy, and Bunny were his family. A family isn't defined by blood. No, they were defined by relationship. Even if they argued, he couldn't hate them. He cared for each of them and would lay down his life if it would save them. He loved each and everyone of them. If he was to truly die at the hands of Pitch, he would only wish for his family to be okay.

This was his end. This was where he would finally die, once and for all.

North closed his eyes and waited for the death blow. He waited.

But the nothing came. He opened his eyes to see what his enemy was waiting for to see him stumble to the left. Something was lodged into Pitch. A shard of ice had impaled itself into his skin. Pitch turned to see his apprentice glaring at him, his eyes flashing from its normal blue to a combination of silver and gold.

Jack clutched at his head, dropping his dark golden weaved staff, as the boogieman spoke. "What a pathetic attempt, child. Did you think that was clever? You are mine now, Jack. I own you. I will make these guardians suffer and the dark part of you will smile as you watch them cry out in pain while you are screaming from the inside."

The storm had stopped completely by then, but the chill in the air was constant as Jack struggled with himself. Pitch laid a hand on his apprentice's shoulder. More darkness pulsed inside Jack than before, making it unbearable. His body burned from the inside. He wished he had control of his body so he could cough out the darkness from his insides. He wanted to call out to his friends the guardians. He wanted to tell them to get out of there. He knew Pitch wasn't weak. He was living proof of how dangerous that man could become.

The guardians were armed and ready to attack as they surround Pitch and Jack. The Boogieman's eyes darted back and forth between the guardians."No, he's mine!" Pitch screamed. He pulled Jack to him and sunk into the ground. A tunnel was left in their place. A tunnel to his lair.

The four guardians looked to each other and nodded. As dangerous as it was, they needed to save Jack. They couldn't leave a guardian behind. Bunny jumped straight down into the hole, not afraid of what might happen to him. The rest of the guardians slide behind down the dark tunnel, North getting stuck in smaller parts of the tunnel.

Each were determined to prove to the guardian of fun that he was wrong about them; They truly did care for Jack. They all wanted to take him into the family as a son, a brother. He had, actually, brought the guardians together more as a family. Before Jack, they only interacted when they had meetings and fights. They did their jobs and didn't turn their heads when they saw each other on the field. No, they were separate.

But one boy turned that around. They spent Easter together, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. They had shared laughs, pranks, and love. Without Jack, it would never be the same. Bunny knew it deep down in his heart that they would never be a true family without him.

Parts of it had collapsed which made getting around even more difficult for Father sped ahead of the other guardians down the old tunnel. He had to save Jack, he had to.

He left the other guardians in the dust as he hopped on all four to the end of the tunnel.

Wow, don't you just love cliff hangars? *Dodges thrown fruit* Okay, Okay, if you all are getting uninterested, just wait until Sunday, please! That's the closest spoiler you're getting from me! *Covers face with hands while eluding more flying fruit*

Okay, guys, another chapter will arrive on Friday the 21st. Hopefully, we won't die!

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