Phoenix landed down quietly and gracefully on the quiet space of the moon ship and quickly he steps behind a mound his feet causing little puffs of dust to rise up at his golden sandals as he went before disintegrating into nothing at the warmth of his body. Or perhaps, besides a bit of dust, he was stepping in the long decomposed bones of a God's personal guard, in other words a blessed warrior of the gods and goddess' who, long, long ago, had lit up the universe in a single miraciless light.

Or one of the Gods. Fallen in battle while protecting the light of life in that last tragic battle thankfully lost to the memory of humans. He sighed in relief knowing he was not stepping on the bones of Rhea. The one who was said to have been stronger then Ra himself. Within Phonix he smiled at the thought of that annoying little goddes he had met in a bygone age standing next to Hylia ever becoming stronger then his old master.

Or perhaps, worse still if one thought about it, a Fearling who's body had disintegrating into nothingness over the long millennias that it had laid there. Defeated senseless laying still on the windless surface over time mixing into the other white ashes of the fallen. A poor being formed from some innocent and defenseless child that Pitch had casted his darkness upon long ago. Mutilating the poor, innocence body until it was unrecognizable to anybody. Even itself. Unable to get back its original form.

Even after Pitch had been defeated, his powers drained and useless there was no way to turn the child back into what they once were. The only thing they could do was for Sandy to turn them into golden dreams to make sure that the children after the war to slowly forget about the bloodshed and truer fear thereby causing Pitch to weaken and wither inside. Because unlike light, pure and clean which can exist on its own. Darkness can only be made from something.

And Pitch...

He shook his head sharply sending golden locks flying his eyes hard and blazing like the sun. There was to be no pity for that mad-man. The desecrator of the golden age. Blasphemies destroyer of light and gods. Taker of innocence. Because he knew that, unlike his Nightmares and Fearling and Dream pirates, he knew what he was doing. Despite how much Mim had desperately tried to tell him otherwise.

Secretly she knew Kozmotis Pitchiner had hated the worlds and the light and love that the gods had given in exchange for their own. It set his teeth on edge and broke his usual calm and sardonic attitude. True, he did not look like he had not lived as long as Mim to remember anything about the utopia time but he was one of the few who had retained his memories from that time in battle. The battle where he had fallen, pathetic and weak against Pitch himself. Defending his master occupied with at least a few other Fearlings.

He had failed Ra and he was disgraced. If he closed his eyes and concentrated enough he could see Ra's eyes widen in horror as he fell upon Pitch's syth. Never would he forget that. To think his master cared for him like that was unthinkable. Sometimes he found that it effected his actions back on the planet. Sometimes he found himself startling a child. Honestly they were just too easy to startle. But he knew that even after the war was final over the fear still remained in the world. And yet... and yet the children irked him. They were nothing like the children of the old age. It had caused him great pain when he had remembered what life used to be like.

Perhaps that was the reason was why he did not want to be a guardian. Deep in his heart he yearned for something much more then protecting the dreams of the child. He knew how important it was. After all there happiness kept Pitch weak and pathetic before going on to the next closed off world with the knowledge they had gotten here. He didn't like war, far from that. He wanted to protect the avatars of the king of the gods. Tefnut longed to be with Sekmet once more. If only to know if her sister was alive and well. But still knowing Pitch brought down so low to this pathetic state he was in had gave him... a strong, deep sense of pleasure and an even warmer feeling inside his very soul. Just picturing him in his dark pit his powers pathetic and forgettable to all. Knowing that he was no longer able to turn anybody into his minions made him smile in revelation. Even the way he had been not too long ago was nothing compared to what he had once been. And so he had taken a sideline watching the mock battle unfold before his eyes. He wasn't worried about Sandy. After all he would come back to this world. The grief that the others had felt had been only temporary. A thing of the moment a feeling they had after loosing one of their dearest comrades. And to Jack, one true friend.

Pitch was an utter joke now after all.

This battle the guardians had been through was nothing compared to what it had once been when Pitch had been at the height of his power. Even if the guardians were to be defeated in battle all there was for him to do was step to stop him. He was, essentially, a fell-safe of sorts. So to speak. He was the second most powerful one amongst them in this once fully inhabited galaxy. Stronger then even Mim himself. But that wasn't saying much. After all he wasn't really a god. He was trained by the sun god after all. The eldest god of the many ones in that time.

He breathed in the coolness that was the empty space before him coughing a little at the cold. His eyes, closed in memory opened falling on the empty place before him feeling slightly empty. Echos of the harsh and deadly battle still scar this once glories spaceship that had tried desperately to protect one baby from Pitch. Compared to the lives lost and mutilated by Pitch in the darkness battle it seemed like nothing. A complete waste of time and energy. Still, when Pitch had appeared on the ship all the Gods, Goddess with their remaining personal guard and a few of their bravest and strongest surviving humans had come to battle him. The battle had been long but it had succeeded in Weakening Pitch to the point where he was defeated by a single entity of light created to protect Mim created from his Demi goddess mother and human father. Such a thing was not unheard of. After all to be a demi Goddess or God they did not give up their love or lacked enough power to become a true higher being. Hylia had not done that and he suspected Nayru, Serene, and Rhea had not either. Though he hadn't been with any of them that much to think like that about a higher being.

Given up all their love to give it to their creations.

Now one of his old Nightmares had a body and a voice but not a mind of his own. Not for now anyway. Once more Pitch had found himself in a fallen Goddess realm. He wouldn't not allow it.

Quickly, whispering a silent apology to the long dead poor old bone, he looked around the silent, white space. There was nobody there. Mim must still be talking to the gods and his own king. Quickly the flame spirit steps out into the light a single moon beam came buzzing around him as if telling him to leave but he just swats it away. If anyone of the other spirit and guardians had been there to witness his blatant disregard for these creatures of light created by Mim's magic they would have gasped and frowned in disgust at his action. But... he didn't care and his eyes quickly fall on a single jewel raised in what looked like a platform of sorts that rose from the dust.

"Phoenix. You arrived much sooner then I thought you would have."

The flame spirit felt a smile sting at "his" warm lips.

"I'm only doing what is my duty," he answered plainly. "And I told you already to call me Tefnut..."

(...)

Onyx hid inside the walls of the mansion. Creeping inside them until he reached the room Jack was in and stood in the doorway listening in on what they were saying. It hadn't been that easy to get her. Truth be told the look that cat gave him was nearly the most horrible thing he had seen since Pitch. It seemed to know he was there and had looked as if it had seen him.

"I'm sorry, guys... I should have told you from the begging." Jack sighed.

"It seems so unbelievable..."

Asher shook his head and listened as Remas voiced his opinion on how they were all going to get to Jack's world to save Lily.

"I know of a way, but it will only be a one way ticket." the shadow said as he came into their view causing every one to turn around sharply and point their wands at him.

"Aren't you all not allowed to use that out of school?" Onyx smirked cocking his head to the side. "Besides no one will believe you when your only defiance is, "a shadow on a wall. Not even here. Besides I'm won't hurt you, all I need is Jack," he said crossing the room with all the wands still pointed at him.

"What do you want?" James hissed, venom leaking form his lips. "What are you doing with Evans!? What did you do to Jack?"

"I told you already," Onyx sighed his eyes falling on Remus who stiffened. "Hello Werewolf. Did you know that Pitch once used your kind in the darkness war? Though they were hard pressed when the gods created the vampires. I suppose Jack didn't tell ya that..."

"Shut up," Jack hissed lifting himself up from the bed lifting himself up with the help of James.

"Now, now don't push yourself little frost sprite," Asher said listlessly. Really he knew he should have just stayed quiet. "Look... I just wanna help you lot. Don't worry Pitch doesn't know that I'm here anyway. Really, he doesn't."

"Help us? HA! Didn't Jack say you are the one responsible with killing our god.. Err... Goddess?"

"That still seems a bit unbelievable," Remus said softly.

"Yeah? Well Jack got tuned human and lost his power... with a bloody knife to the back no less." Sirus answered holding his wand straight at the shodowy being before him.

"Unbelievable to you or not, it is the truth and for what it is worth... Eh... Saying "I'm sorry" is probably just to cliché, ya know? Look, to cut things short I want to help you rescue Lily. Besides, I can't be responsible for all the things wrong with this world."

"But... why?"

"Because I am starting to have a mind of my own... and right now... well... I'm not very happy with the things I've done in the war." Though I secretly do love some of it.

...What...?

"Pitch's iron hold, his power over me is weakening. You having nothing to fear from me. So, Jack... Will you... trust in me? I can tell you about his master plan on the way. Not only that but I know of a way for you to gain your real form back."

"Impossible," Jack whispered, remembering the words North had told him about the Nightmares and shook his head sending brown locks flying. "If you do then... you've gotten your real body back?"

"That form? No. I was no child. Even before the war started I was... nothing." Onyx shrugged, his thoughts flying back to his time in that jail. Perhaps praying upon the weakness of the fool hadn't been such a good idea now that he now had time to actually stop and think about it. Damned half thought out plans. But, hey... he hadn't though of anything else in the one thousand and ten years he had been in there.

"Then... if you aren't a child then I don't know. I'm sorry but I can't trust a Fearling..."

"Trusting in me or not I'm your only chance. I'm the only one who can take you back. So what now, Jack?" Asher said holding his hand out for him to take.

"We can stop those two... together."

"Those two?"

"Pitch... isn't working alone this time. He may not have much strength as he did but that will soon change if we allow it. And it looks like the Guardians don't stand a chance... Maybe not even the remaining higher beings even. There power will be nothing against him if he finds a way to get here. The world is changing, Jack. The demotions are getting closer and the barriers smaller and weaker each day... Soon the Darkness era will be upon us again. Meaning that all of these processions the Gods took would soon be meaningless. So... will you let the worlds burn and turn to Black Sand 'cause you won't trust me? Or take it and come with me? You're choice, Jack." he smirked holding his hand out again. Only this time Jack took his hand.