POSTING EARLY :D

Shout-outs:

Darkblade 2.0: Haha thank you so much. I always get annoyed when people write about dreams because they're usually too basic and you can't get the feel that it's not reality, that it seems just like any other day. I think mine could have been better, but I think I'd just bore all of you guys :)

AlexJohnD: Yah, well I know places where it's 95%+ for an A, so I can't complain :P At least I didn't die in that dream. I swear, in every one of my dreams, I either die from natural cause all the way to creepy pale girls with long black hair with dislocated limbs stabbing me (don't ask me how that works). My mind is weird :P And thanks, the rest of the story should be smooth sailing.

ObsidianLove: Let's face it, Jude Law can make anyone hot! :D The reason Sandy hasn't spread sand everywhere yet is because Pitch still doesn't realize he's alive... Rest is explained in the chapter.

Chapter 11:

Believed In, Feared In

"The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at anytime."

-Mark Twain

The gold man dived into the teen's mind, leaving his body vulnerable for anyone still on the outside, but Bunny and Tooth would nver allow that. Tooth sighed as she watched Sandy close his eyes in concentration on the task at hand. "Bunny, I know we need to protect them, but... North is only one out there fighting. You have to get out there."

The Pooka eyed all of the kids, saw their confused yet always smiling faces. They didn't even realize that all of the guardians' lives could be lost if not for them. Though with everything going on, the smiled with missing teeth, still in their pajamas with their favorite superheroes and wearing coats too big and soft.

His eye moved to Jack, the teen for eternity with hair snow-white like an old man, but he was as mischievous as any child could be. But even when things seemed gloomy, he'd hear stories of Jack Frost doing ridiculous things that made other spirits' days. When Tooth lost her fairies and was left with only Baby Tooth, he'd still did everything he could to help and loved to make other's smile.

He was planning on leaving them all there in these fearling infested streets. He knew Tooth was increasing in power like he was, but he didn't want to leaver her, not when he can do something. She could only protect so many and herself. At least they were somewhat hidden though the Tooth Fairy was weaponless. Quickly, he looked around himself, but saw nothing, but soon his eyes laid on the wooden shepherd's staff that leant beside the sleeping spirit. "Here." He held it out to the green feathered girl who took it without hesitation.

./../\..\.

When he saw the golden feet, he thought he knew what would come- the white puppilless eyes, the wrath of the Sandman and being left again. But what stood in front of him was none of those things. Though the others had all blamed him, when he looked up at the gold man standing in front of him, his eyes were still there. Their were his gold iris with black pupils in the center of them. There was no anger on his face, only a smile, an understanding smile, one that knew the good and bad that made up Jack Frost and accepted all of it.

"Sandy?" He reached his hand out as well, but when his hand reached his line of sight, he didn't see his familiar abnormal paleness, but... Black, grainy. Nightmare sand. It was consuming him, and he hadn't realized it. Looking up at the older man, he repeated the name again, though more frantically.

After smiling reassuringly at the boy, he grabbed his hand and pulled the boy to his shaking feet. His body was exhausted and the nightmare sand made his body soft and weak. It was dragging him down, consuming him in darkness. But at the gold man's touch, a tingling sensation when through his fingertips and down his blackening arm. Slowly at first, he saw it lightening, the dark shade on his skin ceding. Then the skin started to glow. All of the black was disappearing off of him and light took it's place.

The light- it was warm and comforting like a mother's arms, encasing him in his sleep. But he couldn't keep sleeping. He had to be there for the guardians. He had to help them.

He would prove it to them that he was a guardian.

./../\..\.

Pitch watched as that bothersome old man continued to slash at his nightmares, destroying their forms and making them nothing more than black sand, but no matter. There was fear in the world because of the lost of the guardians' belief, and he ruled the night with dreams of monsters under the bed and screams of seeing themselves die. He was the top dog now, and one pesky old man wasn't going to change that.

As entertaining as it was to see the old man struggle, Pitch had other things on the agenda, to finally rid of those guardians and rule the world in fear. Nightmare sand flooded to his hand, compressing and forming a familiar weapon of his palm. He loved the thought of all those nightmares children have over the black scythe in his hands, a symbol of harvest, but what kind of harvest is what those kids fear. He remembered how they made out the Reaper, a man shrouded in black coming to take mortals' souls.

Nothing was more feared than death, and he could easily play the part as the bringer of death. Holding the staff at his side, he crept behind the unsuspecting man, sneering at the old man's attempt to fight. His fearlings attacked from everywhere, never giving him a break. He just had to wait for his moment to strike as a snake does with its prey.

He locked his blade with a fearling's teeth, his arms shaking as he tried to keep the monster away from him. His back was completely vulnerable.

Now-

Something wooden hit the back of his head, causing him to fall forward. Growling, he turned around and saw the grey Pooka catch the boomerang in his hand. "Why dontcha learn that bad guys never win?"

./../\..\.

Jack opened his icy blue eye wide and filled with shock and confusion. He wasn't on the street anymore. No, he was in a darker spot, with light coming from a gold street lamp from above him. He didn't understand how he'd gotten there. The last thing he remembered was the compressing feeling on his mind, the darkness that came with it. His back ached with the way he'd been sitting. Leaning forward then arching back, he popped his spine just as a child with dark brown eyes popped in front of his face from nowhere.

"Whoa." Jack tried to jump back and banged his head on the trash bin behind him. "Argh!" Yah, this wasn't the best way to wake up.

"Oops, sorry!" The kid moved back instead of being only a foot from Jack's face. "You okay, Jack Frost?"

"Yah," he replied while yawning, stretching his back again. Dumpsters were not good to sleep against, neither were alleyways. He turned to look at his left and gasped, hitting his head on the green trash bin again. Sandy, like Jamie, was right in his face with a smile a wide eyes. Man, did no one understand personal space?

Laughter came from a group of kids that now all stood in front of him a bit too close. "He's gonna get brain damage from that, one of the taller girls of the group said dryly.

Rubbing the back of his head, he pulled himself into a standing position, now towering over all of the kids. "Where's my staff?"

"Oh, Ms. Tooth Fairy has it," said a blonde boy with glasses that he adjusted as he spoke.

The teen's eyes widened. "Tooth? Why? Where is she?"

"She needed to fight of those black sand things," replied Jamie. "The fearlings. They came while Sandman was trying to- where are you going?!" he shouted at the fleeing winter spirit.

"I need my staff and have a word with Pitch!" he called from over his shoulder as he ran out of the narrow alley. He stopped for only a moment before dashing out of sight of the children and Sandman.

His body ached from sleep and the crook in his neck was horrible, but he didn't care about that or the drowsiness in his body. He was fed up with Pitch. Though he may not want to be a guardian, he couldn't let Pitch Black continue to tell lies and spread fear. He didn't want to help the other spirits like Jack did. He was selfish and only wanted power. He was envious and prideful, wrathful and greedy. He had to be stopped.

Turning down a new street, he saw the hummingbird girl flying towards him at a low enough altitude that if he didn't have fast enough reflexes, she would have taken his head off. "Whoa," he blurted as he leaped forward to the asphalt as to dodge the speeding Tooth Fairy.

"Sorry, Jack!" She shouted while zooming away with several fearlings on her tail. She spun around and swung at one of the fearlings using Jack's staff, the one he needed from her.

He called her name as he stood in the middle of the street, not watching his back as another fearling lurked behind. Before Jack realized it, he was eating the concrete. There was no time to try to catch himself and his head knocked on the hard surface. His vision blurred, but he could make out the black hoof just inches away from his face. He tried to move but his body refused until he felt pressure on his throat, choking him. He grabbed at the object and felt his sweat shirt being the object held tightly to his throat. He tugged at it, but it didn't loosen, so he had to hold it. Then he felt his body leave the asphalt and his body getting higher and higher.

The fearling had lifted him up by the hood of his sweatshirt and was raising him up and and away from the cars lining the streets and buildings and up closer to the clouds.

Not good, not good, he chanted in his mind as he continued to pull at the suffocating hoodie. The wind would whipped and whistled around him, but without his staff, it would not carry him away from the fearling. He was on his own with this nightmare until he saw Tooth below him and she looking at him with wide and fearful eyes.

A bad idea came to mind, and he listened to it.

He shrugged and twisted in his jumper until he slipped out of it and started falling with the wind whirling around him towards the unyielding ground below him.

./../\..\.

Tooth zoomed towards the falling teenage boy. What was he thinking, just letting himself fall like that? He didn't have his staff, yet he didn't care that he was falling with no wind that could catch wings hummed loudly in her ears, but she didn't slow. He had to get to him as soon as possible. It unnerved her to see him so vulnerable.

A bit more, she told herself. Just a little bit-

Her thought was lost as something bashed into her, pushing her off course of the falling winter spirit. Another fearling came by and hit her, and this time she toppled back, flipping in the air. When she was upright again, she tried to refind the white haired teenager... but she didn't see him.

She spun around while dodging a fearling, searching for her friend, but he was not there. Tears welled in her eyes as panic coursed through her. Her eyes searched the ground below, yet he wasn't there either.

When she heard the jolly laugh above her, more tears slipped between her eyelashes, but this time from relief. Tilting her head back, she saw the sleigh hauled by North's reindeer speed through the sky with a white haired teen sitting in the back.

./../\..\.

This chapter was a bit predictable at first, but I hope you guys liked it.

I finally got a new battery that should work, so once I get it put in, I should be able to more quickly write chapters and will be more interested to write online. I've been thinking of doing a few Percy Jackson one shots while I write the ROTBTD fic. What do you all think? (Can't wait to read House Of Hades!)

PLEASE REVIEW, I BEG ALL OF YOU TO TYPE ANYTHING! TALK ABOUT COWS OR YOUR IDIOTIC FRIENDS OR THE NEW SHIRT YOU GOT AT THE MALL! ANYTHING!

The Final Chapter: July 4th.

See you all then.

BTW you guys should PM me because I'm open to conversations about random stuff and I'm bored :)