Tears ran down his face as Jackson continued to talk to the shadow. He smiled softly as his nightmares gathered to do their missions.

"I love you too."

Pitch wiped away the tears that gathered on his cheeks. He was glad his brother was happy, but was he really a Guardian? Did he deserve it?

Pitch shook his head and stared at his growing nightmares. He had a certain rabbit to hunt. And attacking the Warren sounded like a good testing ground for his new nightmares.

The beautiful grounds were lush with vegetation and waterfalls. The air was warm and smelled like Spring. Pitch hated Spring. He glared at the stupid eggs that tried to go into the tunnels or scattered around.

"Pathetic," he murmured under his breath as he pick one up. The egg was definitely not one of the pooka's best. He wouldn't be surprised if he lost a few believes on the way. Then again it wouldn't matter anyway. If they lost their believers then they would disappear.

Hmm, that brought a pleasant thought.

"Pitch!" Pitch ducked a boomerang.

"How horrible we are today," he taunted. Bunnymund glared at him. Oh this was going to be fun.

"Wow!" Lillian squealed when she saw all the colorful eggs.

"These look so much better than the one the Easter Bunny left!" Becky chimed in. Becky was a brunette with hazel eyes. She and Lillian were among the youngest of their small group, being eight-years-old.

"Where you find these?" Jamie asked as he sat next to Flee, completing their circle of fifteen.

"Jack's brother delivered it," Flee answered as she helped divide the eggs.

"Brother?" everyone asked in confusion. "I thought you were adopted?"

"I am," Jackson replied with a shrug. "Koz found me about three months ago. He heard about our Easter hunt and decided to make these for us."

"That's nice of him," Ellen said and her sister, Lina, nodded.

"Is he here on business?" Lina asked as she munched on her egg.

Jackson wasn't sure if battling the Guardians and protecting the village counted. But he couldn't say that to them. "Yeah, you could say that."

"What does he do?" Lillian asked, her blue eyes shining in happiness.

"He raises horses." Well, that wasn't a lie per se.

"That's cool," Jamie spoke up. "He's far from home though."

Jackson shrug in response. "So what do you guys want to hear tonight?"

"Let's hear about the Guardians again!" Lillian and Becky suggested.

"I don't know," Caroline, another brunette, replied. Some of the other kids nodded in agreement.

"Why not?" Eli, a boy with black hair, asked.

"Well, we played that story so much. I don't know about you guys, but I'm kind of tired of performing that story."

"It has gotten a little old," Jonas murmured. "It's a cool story and all, but I'm kind of sick of it."

"Beside it's not like they're real," Lina added.

The younger kids frowned, wanting to protest. But after today, they too were having doubts. "They are real, right Jackson?"

Jackson bit his lip at the eight younger kids. They were all so young. They didn't deserve not to believe in the Guardians, even if they tried to kill him and Flee. "That all depends on what you believe in."

"What you mean?" Lillian asked with confused eyes. Jackson ignored the looks the other older kids were giving him.

"Tell me," he said with a smile. "Do you believe that everything brings new life? Do you believe in the lessons our God did for us?" They nodded. "Do you trust in his miracles and that he was resurrected on this day?" They nodded. "Then yes, I believe. I believe Easter is all about bringing hope to others. Even it he is a six foot Kangaroo with an Australian accent."

"Serious Jackson!" Ellen laughed with the others. Jackson laughed with them. He knew his friends didn't believe anymore and that the majority of them were doubting their belief.

"Though it is a nice perspective to look at," Jamie commented. Flee nodded.

"True," Caroline agreed. "Although I'm surprised that you actually remember that stuff. You usually don't listen to the Priest."

He strug. "I don't, but mom never stops talking about it." Caroline gave him an understanding smile.

"What about the Boogieman?" Eli asked.

"And the Tooth Fairy?" Becky asked.

"She's not real," Lillian told her best friend. "I lost a tooth yesterday and she never came. It was still there when I woke up today."

"Same with me," Eli mumbled.

Jackson frowned. The Tooth Fairy never came? What are these Guardians doing? I know they are fighting against my brother, but are they so hateful that they are forgetting us?

"The Boogieman?" Ellen asked with a raised brow. "Well, he's no Guardian, but I guess I believe in him." She shrug when the kids looked at her. "I mean he gives nightmares to teach us. I doubt those stories about him are true thought. We need nightmares to stay safe and all."

"He's still scary," a blond girl named Amy whispered.

"Don't worry," Jackson said soothingly. "I bet he means well. He just wants to make sure you stay safe in dangerous situations."

"That's right!" Flee added.

Broken eggs littered the grounds of the Warren. Pitch might have won this battle, but he has not won the war.

Bunnymund felt the pain in his chest of all the ankle-biters that were losing their belief in him. It wasn't much, but it still hurt, even if it was a few dozen of them. He sighed as he escaped his home and traveled to North's Workshop.

He hated the cold. He shivered as his hole opened from the snow covered ground of the North Pole. He ran as fast as his tired body could take him. Thankfully the Workshop wasn't that far.

Bunnymund huffed tiredly as he knocked on the door. However, the events of the day finally caught up to him. He held onto the wall as he began to sway. When the door was opened by one of North's yetis, Bunnymund managed a "Hey Mate..." and then everything went black.

"Jackson, were all these clothing and eggs come from?" Jackson shifted from foot to foot as his mother questioned him. What could he possibly tell his mother without sounding crazy?

"You might think I'm crazy if I tell you."

She sighed tiredly. "Jackson Overland, nothing you say will make me think you're crazy. Now tell me where you got this stuff. You certainly didn't get this from the village. We don't even have this stuff here."

Jackson sighed and sat down at the table. "My brother." His mother almost choked on some water that she was drink while she waited for a reply.

"I'm sorry. Did you just say your brother?"

"Yeah." Her eyes grew wide in shock.

"Your birth family? Here? Why didn't you tell me?"

"It's just my brother and his daughter," Jackson replied as he fidgeted in his seat. "And they have been here."

"What? When?"

"Well, that's the thing. You can't exactly see them."

She blinked in confusion. "What? I don't understand."

"My brother was changed. His name is Kozmotis Pitchiner. But today he is called Pitch Black."

"But...isn't that the Boogieman?"

"Yeah and before you start think I'm crazy. I want you to meet someone. Night!"

Night shadowed next to him. His mother looked at him in confusion. "Now you need to believe that there is a baby horse next to me."

"Ooookaaaay," she replied in confusion and uncertainty. His mother looked over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow. "I don't…" she paused and blinked her eyes. She rubbed her eyes when she saw a vague outline of a horse. When Night finally came into view she gasped.

Jackson smiled. "Mom this is Night. Koz made her for me."

"Hello, Master's mother."

"She said hello."

"Wow, I mean...oh my."