Wow, I post up ONE chapter, asking for just a few more reviews, and all of a sudden my email is exploding with reviews! :D I love you guys sooo much!
And for your loyalty and doing what I asked, I have decided that I will release this chapter EARLY(I've been done with it for a week now, and was planning to put it up tomorrow). And maybe, if you guys just review a little bit more, I'll bring out the next chapter as soon as TOMORROW. ;)
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We need to talk about Jack," Bunny panted as soon as he had sent Jack off and gotten with the other Guardians in the globe room.
North frowned as he leaned on the control board. "What about Jack?"
"He's ill, mate. He-He-He's really bad."
"What do you mean?" Tooth asked, hovering anxiously. "I just saw him a couple minutes ago with you."
Sandy, though, knew exactly what he was talking about. He mimicked Jack coughing into a handkerchief with golden flicks around his mouth. "Wait, what, Sandy?" North asked.
"He's been coughing a lot, lately," Tooth explained.
He nodded his head eagerly, then pretended to stab himself and screaming in pain as golden sand poured out of his stomach, which he pointed to. Tooth's eyes widened. "He's been coughing up blood?" He nodded again.
"Yeah, and he has these-these welts on his head. It looks pretty serious, mate. And there's these gashes in his back and a few of them are pretty infected," Bunny jumped in.
"And have you noticed he seems to get no sleep?" North put in. "And he always wobbles when walks? He is not the same as few weeks ago."
The other Guardians nodded their heads in agreement. "He never sits down. And he hates it when I touch him now, when anybody touches him. He flinched away from me when I saw him last week," she whispered.
"Maybe it's not hating you, but something happened?" Bunny suggested.
"What did happen all those weeks Jack was gone?" North demanded.
Sandy shrugged, as did Bunny.
"He said that he had gotten into a fight with a leprechaun," Tooth whispered, now realizing how ridiculous he had sounded.
"A leprechaun? Since when could a leprechaun give a bloody beating that badly?" Bunny demanded. "He's coughing up BLOOD for Christ's sake!"
"I thought he would have told you by now," an amused and all-too familiar voice said from behind them. The Guardians whirled around to see Pitch Black leaning against the railing, looking as cool and nonchalant as ever.
Bunny was the first to react; with a yell, he threw his boomerang at him. Pitch only raised an eyebrow, and didn't even bother moving out of the way. The boomerang flew right through him, leaving only a rippling hole in his chest, making all of the Guardians' eyes widen. "A complete waste of time if you ask me," Pitch said in a bored voice as it passed back threw him and back into Bunny's open hand. He then stood up straight, then stuck his arm into one of the pillars. It went right through the pillar. "I am only an apparition. I am not really here." He talked as he was speaking to two-year-olds.
"What do you want, Pitch?" Bunny snarled.
"Ooh, touchy," Pitch chuckled. "Anyway, I was just wondering why your poor little Jack hasn't told you why."
"Why what, Pitch?" North growled, putting a hand to his side, where he kept his sheathed swords.
"Well, the bleeding, the bruises, his eyes." He chuckled again. "They are quite pretty, you know. The color of a frozen lake," he said softly, staring out into space, as if seeing something that the others couldn't see. Then his head snapped back to the others. "But I prefer them when the whites of his eyes are red."
Tooth froze in midair. Her heart stood as still as a statue. "What?" she whispered.
"Have you ever noticed he has trouble sleeping?" Pitch asked, examining his long fingers. "Practically terrified of it—or me. Hard to tell the difference. His fear….it's so delicious." He licked his lips. "I almost miss him, to be truthful. It was so nice having…..company."
"Pitch, you have four seconds to tell us what you are talking about or else!" North shouted.
"Or what?" he replied softly. "You'll shove a sword through me? Yes, well, I don't believe that will work, because, you see, I am transparent." North glared at him, but didn't say anything. "Well, you four aren't very much fun," Pitch frowned, looking at them. "I remember Jack yelling at me nonstop, struggling every moment. At least, until I showed him—what's the expression?—whose boss."
Tooth clasped her hand over her mouth, choking back a sob. "What have you done with Jack?" Bunny growled.
"Just lift up that new admirable hoodie of his, and I'm sure you'll know what I mean," he answered, smiling deviously.
His words echoed strangely in Tooth's head. Just lift up that new admirable hoodie of his, and I'm sure you'll know what I mean. That meant that he...that Pitch had...that Jack...Blood-red flashed before her eyes, all that she could see. Her thoughts became primal, small, short, half thought through. He touched him. He hurt him. He hurt Jack. Pitch hurt Jack. Cries for his blood roared in her ears, blocking out all sound and reason. With a strangled cry, Tooth dove for Pitch, her hands reaching for her neck. But she only passed through him. She gasped as she tumbled in free-fall for a couple seconds before righting herself up. "What have you done to Jack?!" she screamed. "Where is he?!"
"Oh, I believe he is in the same place you left him. And as for what I've done to him—" Pitch's grin grew wider as he began to fade away—"nothing I haven't done already."
The Guardians stared as only a wisp of smoke remained from where Pitch's apparition had been. Sandy was the first one to speak, or, sign. He pulled urgently at North's pants leg before flashing Jack above his head.
"You are right, we need to get to Jack," North said firmly.
But Toothiana was already gone; she flew down the stairs and into the right corridor to the blizzard outside, where Jack was kneeling down, inspecting the machine. A flood of relief filled her as she saw him, looking relaxed and at ease. But then Pitch's words floated back into her mind. As for what I've done to him…nothing I haven't done already. As she looked closer- really close- she saw how tense he was, how his eyes flickered over his shoulder, as if he was fearful that something would sneak up behind him.
Nothing I haven't done already.
"Jack!" she called, flying out into the falling snow.
"Hey, Tooth, can you tell North that I'm gonna need one of the yetis' help—"
"Take off your shirt," she blurted when she reached him, then instantly regretted it. Don't be so blunt! she scolded herself.
He froze for a second, then began to laugh as he stood up, dusting the snow off of his hands. "Hah, good one, Tooth."
"No, Jack, I'm serious," she insisted as the other Guardians stormed outside.
"Hey, you guys," Jack greeted, then frowned. "Sandy, what are you doing here?" he asked. "I thought only Tooth and Bunny were gonna be meeting us up here."
The sandman only shook his head and gestured for him to take his shirt off. "Jack, mate, we need you to take your clothes off," Bunny said, taking a step towards him.
"Whoa, whoa, now it was funny when Tooth said it, but now it's starting to get a little creepy," he said, taking a step back.
"Jack, Pitch was here and he said that—" North began, but stopped when Jack stumbled backwards, terror suddenly in his formerly dull eyes. The sudden change sent chills up and down Tooth's spine, lifting up the feathers on her arms and legs.
"Pitch? Pitch was here?" he asked fearfully, his eyes darting around as if the sinister figure was lurking in the mist.
"No, Jack, he's gone, mate. But he said that he—"
"What did he say?" Jack shouted suddenly. "What?! What did he say?! And you instantly believe what he says, huh?"
"Jack, no—" Tooth tried, reaching out to grab his arm, when he jumped away from her hand. "Jack, we're trying to help!" she cried, frustrated.
"Well, you're not," he hissed. "You want to know what happened? You wanta know what happened?"
Suddenly, Tooth began to think this was a very bad idea. "Jack, wait—" she started.
With a sudden fury, he grabbed the hem of both his hoodie and shirt and ripped them off, baring his arms and chest and neck. Sandy and Bunny stared in horror as Tooth screamed.
Ugly wounds and gashes and silver scars covered his chest and arms, looking as if it had been ripped out in chunks. Some were bleeding even at that moment. Yellowing bruises around his throat seemed to gleam on his extraordinarily pale skin. They barely covered the ugly black scar that ran across his thin neck. He was as skinny as could be, his ribs poking out like lumps on his side, the skin there discolored with what looked like internal bleeding. There was barely a spot left untouched.
He glared at them, his eyes frighteningly blank.
Tooth shook her head, whimpering, tears filling her eyes.
"You see why I didn't tell you?" he demanded as he pulled back on his clothes.
"Jack, you're dying, mate," Bunny said reproachfully, taking a cautious step towards him.
"I'm fine," he snarled, though his head was swimming in darkness. He shook his head angrily, and leaned on his staff for support.
The rest of the Guardians glanced at each other. At an invisible signal, they all turned into a huddle. Jack couldn't really care less; he was too busy concentrating on how to keep himself from falling to his feet. The ground beneath him was rolling in waves, tossing him back and forth.
Jack groaned, putting a hand to his head.
Suddenly, in the middle of their conversing, they heard a loud thud. North pulled out of the huddle, thinking that Jack had flown away, then gasped when he saw him sprawled in the snow, his body deathly still.
"Jack!" he cried, stumbling through the snow, trying to get to Jack. But Bunny was faster; he hopped through the snow quick as a rabbit and quickly scooped him up in his arms, making sure to be careful of his injuries.
"Jack!" Tooth screamed, diving for him. But North grabbed her from around the waist and held her tightly his chest as she struggled to be out of his grasp. "NO! Let me go, he needs me!" she pleaded, tear streaks running down her face.
"Jack? Jack, mate, wake up," Bunny whispered urgently, gently shaking him in his arms. The boy flopped limply in his arms, as lifeless as a doll. "Jack!" he said louder, then shouted, "Jack!"
By Tooth was sobbing uncontrollably, her body trembling in North's arms. Sandy covered his mouth with both hands, little gold tears running down his cheeks.
"We need to get him to the infirmary," North said urgently, turning back around. "Sandy, Tooth, go and tell the yetis to prepare surgery for him," he instructed, letting them go.
Tooth wiped her eyes, though still softly sobbing. She nodded, and they flew back inside.
"Come on, we need to get inside, too," Bunnymund grunted, starting hop back towards inside when North shook his head, holding out a thick arm to stop him.
"No. We need to evaluate wounds. See where he is hurt most."
"North, now is not the time!" Bunny cried. He held out Jack in his arms, his arms and legs limply swaying. "He is DYING, mate!"
"Bunny, I know what I am doing," he said firmly. "Lay him on ground. We need seeing on what we need work on first."
He glared at the huge man, but did as he asked, laying the boy in the snow. "Now, Sandy says he has been coughing blood," he murmured, kneeling besides him. "Internal bleeding?" he suggested, looking up at Bunny. "Yes, that would do it. Help me get shirt off." Together, they wrestled Jack's winter jacket, now stained with blood, and tossed it into the snow as they looked over his body.
Bunny covered his mouth, trying not to throw up at the sight of being so close to the injuries displayed on his chest, more gruesome close up. "Hold it in, Bunny," North growled as he looked over his torso. There were so many things wrong with his body that he didn't know which would cause him to pass out first. It could have been blood poisoning from the infected lash-marks, or the fact that he looked like he hadn't had any sleep in ages, or the bruising around his poking-out limbs.
"What about this?" the Easter Bunny suggested, parting the silver hair around the crown of Jack's head. The hair was dyed red towards the scalp, and looked like it had been attempted to be ripped out of his head. There were several lumps on his head that looked more than serious enough to cause a really bad concussion. Maybe enough to send his whole body into a shutdown, if whatever was happening in his internal parts didn't first.
North tried to follow his advice and not throw up, though not from the sight. The pain of seeing Jack so badly hurt and the realization that he didn't trust his fellow Guardians enough to tell him what happened made him sick to his stomach. He closed his eyes, trying to keep the tears that threatened to spill from doing so.
Suddenly, the body underneath his hands began to writhe around in the snow, a choked, gurgled cry escaping his mouth. "Jack!" Bunny bent down close to him. "Jack, mate, can you hear me?"
The ice spirit's eyes flickered to him, and then he began to scream. Terror was plain on his face. There was a mad look in his eyes that had replaced the blank. "Get away from me!" he screamed, throwing up his scabby arms as if to defend himself.
"Jack, it's us, mate—" Bunny tried, but Jack only yelled again.
"Stay away from me, Pitch!" he yelled, curling up into a ball.
"Pitch? What-?"
He gasped as Jack began to writhe again in the snow, that gurgling, choking noise back. His spasms were becoming almost violent as he shrieked out and called out a number of long obscenities. Not sure what to do and frightened at seeing him like this, they just sat and watched, hoping it would end soon. Then, after what seemed like hours, he went limp again, his eyes staring lifelessly up at the sky.
North choked back a sob. "Is….is he...?" he rasped.
Bunny put his large ear against his chest, then shook his head. "He's alive, mate," he breathed.
The Guardian almost got on his knees and began to pray for thanks. As it was, he began to cry. It was an odd sight, seeing such a big man cry over the small broken body underneath him.
"Hold in there, mate," Bunny whispered, putting a comforting arm on his back.
Santa nodded, hastily wiping at his eyes. "Yes, well, that head injury would do it," North confirmed, getting to his feet. Bunny hurriedly picked Jack back up, who was still unconscious. "Take him to the infirmary. The yetis should already know what to do."
"What about you?"
"I have to go get books. I haven't had to do this since….." The two of them winced at the last time one of them had been critically injured. But it hadn't been this bad. "And remind yetis that they are only trying to get blood back into him. We don't want to upset Jack further by working on him without his permission."
He nodded. "Got it." He whirled around and ran as fast as possible on two legs to the infirmary. The yetis and elves made a clear pathway for Bunny to run, making it a lot easier to get to the hospital wing. They looked on with grave faces, a few elves sniffling, a couple yetis bellowing sadly as they watched him run up the spiral staircases.
"I got him," he panted when he burst through the door.
"Bunny!" Tooth flew away from the chair that Sandy was trying to get her to sit in and up to him. He expected her to go up to him and throw her arms around his neck, or burst into tears about Jack. She surprised him by stopping right in front of him and slapping him across his rabbit face. He blinked at the sudden sting on his face. "Where the hell have you been!" she shouted, her face bright red from rage. "We've been waiting for half-an-hour while you took your sweet-ass time getting him up the stairs! I bet you're trying to make sure he dies! Always jealous of him, always making fun of him, you're the reason he didn't tell us what happened you asshole!" she screamed. He blinked, more astonished if anything. He had never seen Tooth as angry and rabid as this. The tooth fairy had always kept up the peaceful, if not super-bubbly, and kind presence, only showing fury during battle. But never this much fire and rage. And never directed at him.
Sandy grabbed her hand and dragged her back before she could dive for his neck. He flashed the rabbit an apologetic look as he forced her to sit down. She did so grudgingly, though continued to glare at the bunny.
He shook his head to clear it, then laid him gently on the white linen sheets, and gently closed his eyes with a paw. Then he turned to the yetis. "North said that we just have to try and pump in enough oxygen and blood to get him conscious again," he told them. "He thinks blood loss is one of the reasons."
Sandy raised an eyebrow and a question mark formed above his head. "He has a concussion and some internal bleeding," he explained. "But we can't do anything until he's conscious, so that he decides what he wants."
"What the hell do you mean decides what he wants?! He is dying for Man in Moon's sake!" Tooth cried, though she didn't move from her chair. "What the fuck else would he want?!"
"Tooth!" North said reproachfully as he entered the room.
"Sorry, North," she muttered.
He sighed. "I think you, Bunny, and Sandy should get some rest. Go drink some tea. Rest for a bit. It has been very stressful today."
"But I want to stay," she protested, tears wallowing in her eyes again. "I have to make sure that he's alright, that he's not gonna—"
"He will not, Tooth," he said firmly. "I promise."
She took a deep breath, then glance at Jack, who was beginning to be worked on by the yetis. Then she whipped her head back to them, a gleam that noticeably hardened her soft violet eyes. "You better," she growled. "Or I will find Pitch and rip him limb from limb if he dies."
"I think, no matter what our oaths, mate, we'll do that," Bunny agreed.
Jack sat alone in the fog, wondering what the hell was going on.
He was sitting on a tree stump without his shirt or hoodie, though he did have his staff. The fog was surprisingly nice and cool on his chest. This led him to find out that all of his injuries had mysteriously vanished. Even the scratches that had been from being too reckless while playing had vanished. He walked around and jumped and thought coherent thoughts, not thinking irrationally. He would have gone off and explored, but something kept on telling him to wait at the tree stump.
So he did.
And to be frank, he was getting kind of bored.
So to pass the time, he went over what happened before he was magically transported to here. "Okay, so I was at the North Pole, and they said Pitch was there," he mused, not even wincing on his name. It was like all of the pain and hurt that he had suffered the last month had suddenly just….been swept away. He decided not to mull on the fact, sure that they would come back if he did. "Then I told them what happened, and then…" He tried to remember what had occurred next, but his brain couldn't recollect anything from there on forward. There had been snow on his face; had he passed out?
He sighed, tapping his staff against the grass. Suddenly, he heard something. No, it was more like feeling something. Something calling to him. Curious, Jack stood up and looked around. "Hello?" he called out into the fog. He squinted through the thick mist, and then spotted a figure. It was tall, with a cloak billowing around him. He felt a shiver go through him. Pitch?
Something curled around his face, and gently pulled him to his feet. He could almost feel it wanting to take him to the mysterious figure in the fog. Jack hesitated, then decided that, wherever he was, he could stand a chance against anyone, even Pitch. He was on his guard, he was ready. He could beat him.
Taking a deep breath, he began to walk towards the figure, his staff held firmly in both hands, pointed at the mysterious figure in the fog.
Peace, child. Jack froze when he heard the voice in his head. The figure raised a hand. I mean you no harm. I only call you to me because I need you.
"Wh-Wh-Who are you?" Jack stuttered aloud, creeping closer.
I go by many names. Artemis, Diana, Ealadha, and Meness to the Europeans." The figure extended one hand to the side. Ta'lab, Sin, Nikkal, and Selardi to the Near East. It gestured to the other side with its other hand. Chup Kamui, Soma, Chandra, and Bulan to the Far East. Jaci, Pah, Alignak, and Coniraya to the Americas. It held up both hands, then spread them wide. But in your world, they have but one name for me….
Jack eyes widened as he saw the face underneath the hood. "Man in Moon," he whispered.
His staff fell to the ground with a soft thud.
Jack Overland Frost. How good it is to see you.
The ice spirit swallowed. "What—what is this?" he croaked.
An intervention. MiM reached out with one hand and gently laid his hand on his nose. Jack's eyes went cross-eyed trying to look at it. I am here to send you back to your world. He gently took his hand back. May you have a safe journey for recovery. MiM turned around and began to walk away. Then he stopped, hesitating, then glanced over his shoulder to Jack. I am sorry for not saving you in time from Pitch.
Jack shrugged. "You saved me. That's all that matters."
But not soon enough, he murmured.
He opened his mouth, not sure what to say, or do, but then everything fell away from him. Jack gasped as the ground under him vanished, then began to scream as he started to fall.
"How is heartbeat?" North asked as he burst back into the room after rushing to go get the antibiotics for Jack after they had finished pumping the blood into him. He was going to have a nasty headache if he woke up.
When, North corrected as he slammed the box on the table next to him. Jack was breathing unsteadily into his oxygen mask, his eyelids fluttering, but never quite opening. But he looked good; though he remained as pale as a sheet, he seemed to swell a little bit, the parts where he was mostly just skin and bones getting a little bit wider.
One of the yetis roared an answer. "Good, good." The man sat next to Jack in one of the visiting chairs and lifted one of his thin arms and gently felt his pulse without pressing too hard. Sure enough, it was there, a little bit off-beat, but it felt strong and true in his fingers.
He carefully laid it back down, then turned to Bunny, who had rejoined him after able to get the other two Guardians to go to sleep. "What were you able to get from X-rays?" he asked as Bunny looked over the sheet of paper a yeti just handed him.
"It's not good, mate," he replied, handing him the paper. "A broken pelvis, broken ribs, a bruised sternum, a torn rectum, left arm broken, both of his ankles are sprained, though they're almost done healing up, several skull fractures, not to mention that one of his ribs have pierced his lungs. And then all them wounds…" he trailed off. "How in the hell are we going to fix this kid up before he dies?"
"I do not know, Bunny. But we have time," he said firmly. "We have time to bring old Jack back if we just try."
"But there's practically no hope for him, North!" Bunny cried. "Look at all of this!" He pointed at the paper. "We have to clean and disinfect his lashes, then we have to fix all of the broken body parts AND internal bleeding—! We don't have enough time, mate!"
North whirled around to face him. "Bullshivik," he growled. "He has been able to hold on for weeks, and we can fix him in one if we start trying."
"But what if we don't?" Bunny demanded. "Then what? What if we don't have enough time?"
"Of course we—"
"North." They stared at each other, eye to eye. Bunny swallowed, then began in a soft voice, "He's barely held on as it is. I still don't know why he didn't tell us or ask for help, but whatever the reason, from not telling us he's wasted valuable time. And I think it's too late for us to help him."
"But Bunny—"
"Do you think I want Tooth to remember Jack like this, mate?" he said softly, gesturing to the broken body laying besides him. "That Sandy won't be able to give proper good dreams because this is haunting his? That….that the last words I said to him barely concerned his safety?" He shook his head. "But I don't want him to be in pain anymore, mate. Jack's suffered enough from Pitch. Moon knows what he did to him, but whatever it was…" He took a deep breathe, clearly in conflict inside himself. "I think it's better if we end it."
"What?" North gasped. "You want—you want us to kill him?"
"Not kill him, mate! But….to put him in an induced coma or something, to keep the pain away, at least until the end."
"Bunny, we cannot do that to him!" North protested. "We should wait until he wakes—"
"But what if he never wakes up?!" he yelled, finally losing his patience. "He has SEVERAL head injuries, a PUNCTURED lung by one of his thirteen BROKEN ribs—! Not mention whatever else happened to him! He, mate, has experience more pain than you and I have ever felt in a lifetime COMBINED! Tell me, what would YOU want to do, mate?! What would YOU do?"
North didn't say anything as Bunny glared at him. Though the last thing North wanted to do was put Jack to sleep, he had to admit that he could see where Bunny was coming from. He would want the same thing, if the chance of recovery, or even surviving, were so slim.
Reluctantly, he nodded . "Fine. We….we shall give him peace."
"NO!" The two Guardians barely had time to react before an enraged and hysterical fairy burst through the doors. "No! No, you can't do this to Jack, North!" she cried, flying up to him, her face covered from tears.
"Toothiana, there is little else we can do to help him," he said sadly, shaking his head. "He…..he would want to be at peace. We can give him that if we just—"
"How do we know he won't survive? That he might wake up in an hour or two? We need to give him a chance!"
"Tooth—" Bunny tried.
"Jack is strong. He's a fighter! He'll pull out of this if we just wait!"
Suddenly, a gasp filled the room. The three Guardians whirled around to see Jack's back arching, his eyes wide open. "Jack!" Tooth few to his side grasped one of the hands that were fisted deeply in the bedspread. His back fell back to the bed, his chest heaving. "Jack? Jack, can you hear me?" she whispered, pushing back his snowy-white hair to see his face.
He turned his head to her, and she stifled a cry. His eyes, instead of having irises and pupils, had full-moon orbs in them. They stared at her, taking in all of her face. She felt them pour into her soul and dig through her most buried secrets and pains. But the only thing that she could think was, This is not Jack. He opened his mouth and began to speak through the oxygen mask. "Nolite timere, mea pretioso Custodibus," he said in a voice that was not his own. Tooth felt shivers go down her back."Ego vigilabo super eum. Omnia bene." Then he closed his eyes, and turned his head back again. Tooth stared in bewilderment.
"Tooth? Tooth, what was that?" Bunny demanded.
She shook her head, her mouth dry. "I-I-I don't know."
"Do you know what he said?" North asked.
"Umm…do not fear, my precious Guardians. I am watching over him. All is well," she translated shakily.
North frowned. "It sounds like Manny was speaking through Jack."
Tooth looked down at him, and smoothed his hair back again. "He wants us to keep him alive," she whispered, a giddy feeling running through her. "He wants us to not give up."
North and Bunny glanced at each other, then they nodded. "We won't give up, Tooth," North promised, laying a hand on her shoulder. She fought to blink away tears as she looked up at him. "We promise."
"Aye, mate. We're not giving up on Jack," Bunny swore, getting down next to her and smiling at her.
Suddenly, Sandy flew in, and flashed the thumbs up, signaling that he had heard what had just happened, and agreed with it. Then he took North's hand and smiled. He grinned as he took Bunny's hand, who sneaked his paw into Tooth's free one and squeezed it reassuringly. She felt the corners of her lips turning up as she turned to him. Her chest swelled with pride and love filled as she gazed upon her friends, as well as a deep sense of relief. They would always be there for her, even in the roughest of times.
As all of the Guardians held each other's hands, the moon shone done through the skylight, illuminating them in all of their glory. They all shone a gently white color, making them seem godly, Jack the most of all. His snow-white hair glowed silver, his pale skin faintly shining. He looked beautiful, Tooth thought, wanting to reach out to touch him.
The window gently opened, and two single snowflakes gently glided from the sky, twirling in midair down towards them. Tooth blinked as one gently landed on her nose, then relaxed as a type of peace entered her.
'Nolite timere, filia mea. Ego vigilabo super eum,' a gentle voice whispered in her head.
"Ego sum nolite timere. Sit apud vos," she heard herself reply, looking up at the moon, and smiled.
He almost seemed to smile back.
Hmm...not one of my best...but oh well! Oh, and here's the translation for the last two things between Tooth & Man In Moon(I thought it would be nice if he communicated with his Guardians)
Nolite timere, filia mea. Ego vigilabo super eum: Fear not, my daughter. I will watch over him.
Ego sum nolite timere. Sit apud vos. : I am not afraid. He is with you.
Latin's always been one of my favorite languages, especially since it's a dead language. Makes it all the more special. :D
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