It was early morning, and the sun had just peaked its head above the ground.

He crept around, staying to the alleys, just out of the sight of most people. He was a black haired boy, with his long hair tied back into a tail by a string of hide from an unknown animal. And he was holding a cloth to his side, that was red with blood.

The boy took refuge in a building, after finding the back door to it open. He whispered a thanks and quickly shut the door behind him and locked it. It made what the boy thought, too loud a noise, scraping against the stone of the building.

At least he would be safe here for a bit, he thought to himself, as he sat down near a bucket of water. He looked at the water, and decided that it looked clean enough.

He was actually thankful that no one was in yet and he sighed as he put the cloth off to the side. The boy then went to washing his wound as best as he could, so he could see how deep it was.

He saw enough, after getting it rinsed off, and he sucked in air through his teeth, as he touched it tenderly. It still bled, and he looked around for anything.

To his disappointment, he now just noticed that he was in a metal workshop and he looked up to the air, as if he was looking at something unseen.

"Really?" The boy asked softly, a bit of irritation in his voice. "Of all places ya pick th metal shop."

A moment passed as the boy looked back at his wound. And he suddenly made a face, as if something wasn't appealing.

"Yeah ya right," The boy said, to the air. "Looks like imma just gonna hafta come up with a trick."

The boy looked around and suddenly he jerked his head over to a spot. He couldn't see what was behind a small wall, but his eyes narrowed and he grabbed the cloth again and placed it against his wound. He then moved towards the wall, pulling a knife from a small pouch that was strapped to his back. He snuck closer, making very little sound as he could, and he paused at the wall. He readied himself for attack...

Then suddenly someone ran out from behind the wall and the boy smirked as he saw it was another boy, with shoulder length, golden brown hair.

He made a motion, and his smirk got wider, as suddenly the escaping boy tripped, seemingly over his own feet and fell with an oof sound.

"Hey," The black haired boy whispered in almost perfect French, as he quickly moved and sat on the other boy's back, placing the dagger to the back of the neck. "Do not cry out or move. One push an you will not be able to walk or move ever again."

"Now who are you?"

"Lleu," The other boy answered, sounding a bit irritated.

"I'm going to be very clear," Lleu heard his capturer tell him. "I'll let you go, but I need your help. You see, I was jumped and hurt, as some fool tried to steal something from me. Stabbed me, he did, and the bleeding won't quit."

"I can help," Lleu told the boy, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Since you asked so nicely."

"I really don't want hurt anyone," Lleu heard the boy say, and soon felt the pressure vanish. He got up and turned around to look at the other boy.

"My name's Suya," The boy said, frowning as Lleu noticed the blood coming from the wound. "But you can call me Story."

Lleu looked at the boy's eyes, and noticed they were a slanted bright green color that seemed to sparkle. All features pointed to the boy being from Asia, and Lleu blinked as he wondered why Suya was all of the way out here.

It was then that Lleu noticed that the boy had on clothing that looked like it belonged to a rich boy. Suya had on a nice pair of short pants that looked like it was made from leather and no shirt on, as the silk shirt had been used as the cloth.

"Do you greet everyone that way?" Lleu asked, as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I bet you have loads of friends."

"I do," Suya responded, smiling. Lleu wasn't sure if the boy knew about sarcasm, until the next comment came. "And they think you're funny, with your words. In fact they like you, which is rare."

"But right now I need to find a way to stop the bleeding," Lleu heard Suya say. "You know of anything?"

"Um.." Lleu hesitated, now thinking the boy was not all here.

"Wait!" Suya said, pointing to a oven that was hot and ready for use. "What about searing it. It will hurt like hell, but it will stop the bleeding."

"Are you jesting?"

"Actually," Lleu saw the boy say, as he picked up a poker and stuck the end into the fire. "I am not. You'll know when I am."

Lleu stared in shock as the boy looked at him and pointed.

"Oh by the way," Suya said. "I would like for you to meet Foam. He seems to have taken a liking to you. He's on your shoulder currently."

Lleu looked at his shoulders and didn't see anything. He looked at Suya, who was working to get the tip of the poker red hot, and he decided that this boy was definitely short of a good sense. He decided that he was going to try to sneak away, and took a step back.

"Don't try to escape," Lleu heard Suya inform, still messing with the poker. "They'll just follow you and then tell me where you're at."

"That sounds like a good idea," Lleu said sarcastically, going along with the crazy boy. "Then you can come for dinner tonight."

"Is that an invite?"

"Sure," Lleu said, as he turned to leave. "I'll just tell my parents and we'll get ready."

"Alright see you tonight," Suya said, in a dismissal.

Lleu felt relieved and he quickly left. He ran off and quickly headed to a bar. There he hid out there, thankful that they knew him, and let him stay. And after a few hours had passed, he snuck out a back door and headed home.

It was night time when they all sat down for a dinner of porridge, Lleu and his family. And they had just started to enjoy the meal, when suddenly a knock was heard at the door.

Lleu almost dropped his dinner, as he remembered Suya's words from earlier. He felt dread and prayed to God that it wasn't Suya.

The door opened and a cold wave of reality washed over him. It was indeed Suya and the boy was grinning as if he were expected.

"Hello Lleu," The boy said waving. "I'm here for your invitation for dinner."

They were summoned by Mother Nature, which itself was extremely rare. So Bunny wasn't too happy with being pulled away from preparing for his work. He had a month to get ready, but he also needed to make plans.

He arrived at their meeting place and took his place at his spot, a rock just big enough for him, covered in a soft layer of grass and moss. He looked around to see Torch, up on his own spot, and Rumple. But Jack was missing oddly. And not only that, Bunny noticed, there were others here.

He saw May, who was the Spring avatar before he was, looking worried. There was Lleu looking like he had been pulled out of bed. The Pooka saw Ceres was talking to another, and he noticed that there were others, all avatars for some holiday, season and event. That's when it hit the rabbit, this was an emergency meeting.

A few minutes later, Lady Nature walked into view and everyone turned their attention to her.

"I called you all together for the reason that may be dire," Bunny heard her announce. "Someone has freed Malos from his prison. All current evidence points to Jack Frost being the culprit, but the pixies all claim that Jack wasn't even near the area. So until further notice Jack is only locked up to prevent any further accusations and for his own protection."

Bunny frowned as he heard the news, and the gathered crowd started mumbling among themselves.

"I called you together," The Lady continued. "As it effects each of you. Malos is the opposite of me. There is no telling what he can do, but he's already started to move the poles."

"Wait what?!" Bunny said, as his thoughts went to North. "Whadda mean the poles are moving?"

"I mean," He heard her answer. "They are starting to shift faster."

"I've noticed the recent change," Lleu mentioned, as he stepped forward. "But I didn't think it had anything to do... With him.. Mostly because it's been moving ever so slowly, until now."

"His prison kept him from being too powerful," Bunny heard her speak to the former Summer spirit. "He could still make slight changes, but now that he's free, I have no idea what he will do."

"And I need all of you to assist in getting him back into his prison," They all heard her say.

"You know Story always had this charm," A voice piped in. "If we had him, he'd probably be able to find a way."

"Story isn't here for us this time," Lady Nature informed, her voice sounding saddened. "Pitch Black, who tried to destroy what we created, was defeated by the Guardians, a boy and Story. So this time, we need to protect ourselves. The Guardians will need us to help this time."

The crowd started their murmuring again and Lleu raised a hand. Everyone slowly turned their attention onto him, as he felt like each of their gazes were cooling his temperature.

After a few seconds of silence he put his hand down and looked up at the Lady.

"I might have a solution," He announced. "It's a bit of a stretch, but I believe that I help."

The look she gave him, Lleu felt like it was like being stuck in the middle of the coldest place on earth, which he did once on a dare, and he suddenly regretted opening his mouth.

"Tell me."

"I once met Malos, or Quetzalcoatl once. And I have a contract that is still binding with Quez," Lleu said. "I think that we can get him back into his prison with that."

"Show me this contract." Lleu heard her order.

"Um, there's just one problem with that," Lleu told her. "It's in the Neverlands."

Written to Where all things go (original mix) by Fladiux.

*Also some of this might not be historically correct, but I did my best. And Lleu belongs to Mugestupipefox