3rd person
Pitch was pacing in the centre section of his lair, holding the large book in his hand and reading through it whilst Azrael and Jack sat on the hollow globe fooling around. Jack had shaped black ice into several balls and was tossing it over to Azrael who was hitting it away with his scythe into the wall like a baseball bat. Both were laughing and weirdly enough, getting along very well. Their personalities clashed as they both enjoyed their little mischievous moments.
"Pitchy baby~" Azrael sung over to the pacing man. "When are you going to get your head out of that book and tell us our next step? The suspense is killing me ya know?" He moaned, pouting at the grey man. Azrael was an unusual character. As the Grim Reaper, you expect an emotionless skeleton that's really creepy and expressionless. No, he enjoys his job, a little too much. He has fun. He pulls pranks; he's incredibly social with fellow evil doers and is an unbelievable flirt.
Pitch looked up at the reaper and raised and invisible eyebrow at him.
"Don't call me that." He said, sounding fed up, this made Jack laugh and decide and peek over at the page he was looking at. He flew off the globe and hovered over his shoulder looking down curiously at the book. Pitch caught this and slightly pulled away from him.
"Watcha do~ing?" he asked sweetly. He just got the cold shoulder which he pouted at. "Aww c'mon Pitchy. I'm part of the team now remember." Jack smirked slyly at him, still keeping his feet off the ground and hugging his staff. Pitch turned to the teen and sighed, closing the book and placing it on a nearby table. He walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder and pushed him down to the ground.
"You will see, Frost. He should be here any minute now." Pitch smirked and looked at Azrael who returned the knowing grin. He stood on the ground twirling his scythe.
"I'll go and get him." He said and walked out of the room. Jack looked up at Pitch confused, knitting his eyes brows and scrunched up his pixie nose. Pitch only chuckled at the response and began to walk away. Jack however ever was stubborn and wanted answers; he flew up and in front of Pitch, stopping him in his tracks.
"Noooo you don't, you're going to tell me or I may just have to nip your nose." He smirked. Before Pitch could reply, the musical voice of Azrael echoed through the tunnels.
"He's here~! Our handsome Guardian leader has risen~!" Azrael danced in the centre room, linking his arm with a very large man, a man Jack recognised instantly and his grin only grew wider. The man was tall and large; his hair was black as well as his beard and moustache. His eyes were blood red as was his shirt and his trousers were black. Tattoos adored each arm, one labelled 'Naughty' and the other 'Naughtier'. Two swords were strapped to his sides, the handles gold and the blades a reflective black.
Jack jumped up in childish excitement and ran over to the large man smiling to reveal his shark white teeth.
"North!"
Now back to my narrative
We had finished looking through the book and had managed to come to a few conclusions. Well, Pitch and Azrael were working together because they want all the Guardians and Manny gone, that was easy. They stole the Book because it tells them how to defeat them. The Guardians either need to not be believed in or be feared by the children, and Manny is at his weakest during a lunar eclipse. He's supposed to come down to Earth at the time and goes into hiding, to hide from Pitch.
Now we know what they are planning, Pitch wants the children to fear the Guardians this time, instead of getting them to not be believed in. Grim is going to hunt down Manny during the lunar eclipse in three days and reap his soul. That is actually the really serious problem. After that, the world is practically theirs. But what I don't get is how they managed to turn Jack and North into…monsters. Pitch must use some of his powers, the fear he collects from children and somehow transfer it to Jack and North with the help of the Reaper. After all, who doesn't fear death?
Oh no. They want the children to fear the Guardians. Oh for crying out loud! Does that mean I have to babysit a Rabbit, a Humming Bird and a very small man? They want the Guardians to become nightmares, so now me, a seventeen year old girl with an IQ of ten has to save them from the darkness with the power of a smile. Fan-bloody-tastic!
We were all sat on the cosy chairs in the library around the fireplace. Everyone just couldn't grasp our heads around this. We've lost Jack and North, who knows who they'll go after next. We just sat in silence and tried to think. Tooth was in the corner of the room, giving orders to her mini teeth; after all, she does work 24/7. Sandy must be sending dreams with the power of his mind or something because swirls of sand were doing loop-di-loops over his head.
"We can't stay 'ere. It's already been attacked once; they'll come back for the rest of us." Bunny pointed out, standing up from the arm chair. Tooth came over, realising that we were beginning to discuss.
"Where should we go? Pitch got to the Tooth Palace too easily last time. But thanks to his last attempt, I managed to keep the teeth safe, stopping any magic of the sort tampering with the children's memories." Tooth said proud, to which the rest of us sighed in relief. Thank god we know one thing is ok.
"We could stay in the Warren till we have a plan. There's no reason for 'im to get in now Easters months away." Bunny said. It seemed reasonable, Tooth seemed to agree and so did Sandy, giving us the thumbs up. Bunny then tapped his foot on the ground and a hole appeared. Now I know this is serious and all but I've really been looking forward to sliding down one of Bunny's tunnels.
Sandy hopped in first, Tooth flew in after, I jumped in and Bunny after me, closing the tunnel behind. I slid down the loopy tunnels, whooping and laughing as speed picked up and it felt like the worlds coolest slide. Tooth was giggling too as she let he wings rest and joined me in the slippy experience. A light then began to appear at the end of the tunnel and we all slid out. The others seemed to land delicately; however I again landed face first in the dirt. Like I did with the snowglobe.
Spitting out the dirt I stood up and brushed off the grass on my cloths. I laughed a bit as we all gathered around smiling. It was peaceful in the Warren and not to mention beautiful, lush and green.
"C'mon, this way. I gotta a little nesting area where we can plan." Bunny said, gesturing his hand for us to follow and hopping forward. Tooth and Sandy were hovering after and I jogged. We were all smiling, we were getting somewhere, and we can do this. We all go to the nest but Bunny stopped, ears twitched, nose twitch and his eyes grew in panic. He got out his boomerangs and stood in front on me, Tooth and Sandy followed suit.
It was silent at first but then we heard shifting. Shadows began to move. We were in a circle and looking around. At once, black fog began to surround us and formed into a new kind of creature. They were like dogs, wolves, hounds. They had dagger like claws and spikes popped out of their backs. The teeth were bared and sharp. Their eyes were blood red and hungry. If I could name the creatures, I would undoubtedly say Hell Hounds. They were all growling at us.
Behind them, the fog began to shift and a figure appeared through. It was Azrael.
"Holá amigos!" He yelled happily. Bunny responded with a growl, equally sounding like the hell hounds around us. Azrael smirked at us and began to swing back and forth.
"Muy estúpido coming here Guardians. We were expecting it. Oh and your little friends are fine~! Their enjoying themselves! But now it's time for you to bite the dust. Go get'em boys!" He yelled and the hounds were released.
