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geminiofwattpad, not really your spirit OC profiles, more their Descendants. If you want me to come up with how your character's Descendants would operate, then you can PM me your OC's details, approx age, backstory, appearance and powers, that sort of thing. I can't say how long it will take me to do it, but I'll send you the profile first, and if we both like it I'll post it here.
Now, to the story!
Back in Burgess Sally had received the message and had already left to meet up with the nearby Branch's Descendant of Sandman. That Branch was heading to Burgess along with nearly every Branch in Pennsylvania, New York, Virginia, New England, New Jersey and Michigan. With another three from Canada.
10 Branches waited on the outskirts of the town, with their Descendants of Sandman working together to deliver dreams. It wouldn't last long, a day at the most and they couldn't get to everyone, but it was better than nothing.
All through Saturday afternoon and evening nothing much happened, so the Branches caught up on some much needed sleep, food, practice and medical attention. Every now and again the earth moving Descendants of Bunnymund would check the Tunnels, to make sure things were clear for Easter.
The loss of the Sandman hit everyone hard, and they didn't want belief to go down any further than it already had. HOG never seemed to count when it came to believer numbers until it came to the crunch. Only because HOG still believed was there still a chance for the Sandman to return.
The night before Easter Sunday a shout went up from Alexander Banks.
"Nightmares in the Tunnels!"
All around the world Descendants of Bunnymund, whether they could move earth or not, went down into the Tunnels.
Billy followed them down and was immediately greeted by the whinnies of Nightmares, rushing through at great speed and crushing the eggs struggling to make it to the surface.
Without hesitation Billy went in with his boomerangs, hitting the Nightmare's hard.
"We're barely holding them off!" Came the cry and despite their furious fighting Billy had to agree. There were so many of them! There had to be at least twenty Nightmares to each Descendant, so roughly 4000 Nightmares.
Billy's boomerang sung through the Tunnel, and occasionally he or one of his fellow Descendants caught glimpses of the Guardians. Whether or not the Guardians knew they were there was another matter.
Billy stood off the side after an unknown amount of time, feeling close to shattered. The Nightmares didn't seem to have lessened in number despite all of their effort.
Come on Billy, your old man would kill ya fer slackin' off like this.
Almost as if on cue.
"Osbourne! Get moving!" Alexander had joined the fight not too long ago, and was taking the role of army leader.
"Sir!"
Despite the best efforts of the Guardians and the Descendants of Bunnymund, not a single egg or basket made it up top.
The near exhausted Descendants of Bunnymund went back to their Branches to pass on the news.
"We did everything we could." Billy reported as dawn broke, "but we couldn't stop it."
There was a discontented rumble throughout the camp, but there was nothing to be done. There were no eggs this Easter.
Even more worrying were that the Descendants of Sandman were flagging. Sending dreams was a difficult task was anyone who wasn't the Sandman and it took several Descendants to form one.
The Guardians had lost Easter and now they were beginning to lose dreams. They were also losing teeth with there still being no tooth fairies. While HOG didn't require belief to get their powers, they still didn't want their ancestors to disappear. It would destroy the balance they fought so hard to protect.
Sunday evening came around and the Descendants of Pitch made another appearance.
It was a Branch from New Jersey who spotted them first. The shout went up and the Branches in Burgess scrambled for their weapons.
Each Branch banded together and faced off a pack of Descendants of Pitch. The Burgess Branch found themselves facing the group Nigel faced earlier.
The two groups faced off, 3 to 6 and the leader narrowed his eyes when he saw Nigel.
"You don't give up, do you?"
"I can say the same thing about you." Replied Nigel, extending his swords. Billy pulled his boomerangs out of the holsters at his waist and Tina pulled out Baza.
"Attack!" cried the Descendant of Pitch leader, and both sides charged at each other.
Tina attacked from the air, darting around the increasingly frustrated Descendants of Pitch. She jabbed with Baza and disappeared in a blur.
Billy jumped around, flinging and catching his throwing boomerang while clubbing and blocking with his other.
Nigel was a whirlwind of sword blades and the Descendants of Pitch were struggling to keep up.
However, the Descendants of Pitch weren't slouches. They used Nightmare Sand to try and snag Tina in mid flight and catch Billy's boomerangs. They couldn't catch Nigel though, the middle age swordsman having more experience than anyone else present.
The tipping point appeared with the Nightmares.
Nightmares swarmed from all over town, taking both groups of Descendants by surprise. Anyone in the air got knocked to the ground and everyone else to stop and anchor themselves, lest they get knocked down as well.
"What the hell is going on?!" Cried Billy, using the jagged part of his clubbing boomerang to anchor himself to the ground.
"How are we supposed to know?!" Groaned Tina from her position on the ground, holding onto Nigel.
After a minute the Nightmare's lessened and HOG could get up to fight them. Now it was even harder to hold off the Descendants of Pitch as they now had to deal with Nightmares attacking.
The Descendants of Sandman had by this point stopped sending out dreams, some having collapsed from the strain. The strongest were still conscious, but without their partners, there wasn't much they could do.
Things were starting to turn in favour of the Descendants of Pitch.
Golden light flared up from the centre of Burgess, catching the Descendants by surprise. The golden light shone off Tina's wings and caused the Descendants of Pitch to pale slightly. That kind of colour could only mean one thing.
Almost as one, the Branches of HOG in Burgess attacked with renewed force. The Sandman was back, they could win this.
Back with the Descendants of Sandman, those that were still conscious either saw or heard that Sandman was back, and was sending dreams throughout the entire globe. If anyone had ever doubted his power, they weren't now.
Dinosaurs made of sand walked the streets, sea life, great birds and mythical creatures graced the skies. The remaining Descendants of Sandman added to the mix, it may have been small in comparison to the ex Star Captain, but every contribution mattered.
Back on the outskirts of Burgess the leader of the Descendants of Pitch was hit with the butt of Nigel's sword and fell to the ground, his sand blade disappearing. Nigel pressed the advantage and held his blade against the Descendant of Pitch's throat.
The others noticed that their leader was down and came to sensible conclusion. Retreat.
The leader scowled and looked up at the Burgess Branch.
"You'll regret this." He snarled. His hand shot up and released a cloud of black sand, causing the three present members of the Burgess Branch to turn and cough to avoid the sand.
When it had faded, the Descendant of Pitch was gone.
The Descendants of Sandman returned to their Branches and the patrol's remained in place for a few days, but an order came from the Heads. This episode was over, now we have to look for Descendant's of Jack Frost.