Yes, I really do love this story. My Birthday is this weekend. YAY! Anywho, this might be the last chapter I post until Saturday… Got some fan art to draw… It rocks.
Anyways, I`m gonna try and get my New Year`s resolution solved… Elsewhile, enjoy!
Bunny`s POV
I cradled the girl in my arms, listening her to cry like a little ankle-biter. It wasn`t safe for her here.
The same thing happened to Joan of Arc, she nearly went crazy. The other Guardians (that were there before I joined) had to take her and calm her down, putting her through series and trials of mental and physical pain. But, they let her go too soon, and she was burned at the stake for chasing down nightmares, Pitch and Plague. I nuzzled her with my nose. "Heather?"
She didn`t say anything, but I knew she heard me.
"Do you want to come and stay in the Warren or North`s workshop?" I pulled back and glanced down at her, doing my best to give a smile that was comforting. She nodded. I paused her on the back, hoping she wouldn`t thank I was treating her like a child.
She stood up and looked at me, never taking her hazel eyes off of me. I held out my paw and she took it. "Alrighty," I smiled and pulled her onto my back. "Hang on!" I shouted as we dropped down the hole with a blur of green, brown, and the occasional purple.
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A dark creature stood, watching as the pooka and girl traveled downwards. The figure then arose, taking his scythe with him.
"Brother, they have her." Says he, kneeling down to the hole, ignoring the stench of rotting wood lingering in the air.
"So, we lure them?" A pale gray hand reaches out, searching assistance.
His brother grips the wrist, pulling up the younger one. "Patience," He chides. "Last time that happened, you got defeated by a boy."
"So, what do you suggest we do?" The younger one grunts as he hauls himself out of the hole with his sibling`s help.
The older smiles at Pitch. "We cause discord, starting with…"
He curls his sick, black-green dirt into the figure of a strong, young blonde British man. "We start with Lartin Davis."
Plague Black nods to himself. "Yes," He muses. "Lartin Davis."
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