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Sandy knows he's next. What would it be this time? A lampost? A dolphin? WHAT? The suspence is driving him crazy. Even to the point that the Sand Man himself cannot sleep. He also has another reason-all the ''attacks'' have been durning the night (well, when the sun wasn't up, anyways.). He's either going to avoid this plague, or find out who started it. Not that Sandy doesn't have any good ideas. One of the Yetis, or elves, may have messed up with one thing or another and been too ashamed to tell North. Jack has been getting new believers, and more power as well, this mess could be one large aftershock.

Yeah, sure. Sandy believes that like he believes a lead balloon can fly. The idea that Pitch is the cause of all this doesn't cross his mind once . . . until about 3 o'clock in the morning. He feels a tendril of sand crawl up his leg. Mind you, this isn't HIS sand. This stuff has an ENTIRELY different feel to it. It feels of evil, darkness, the stuff of nightmares, you get the picture.

Sandy throws off the covers and sees the last of the black sand as it dissolves into his skin. There goes the last guardian . . . But wait, Sandy isn't finished, turned, or whatever, just yet. He runs down the hall to North's, screeches to a halt, and face palms. What good will a reindeer do him?! He needs someone who can still talk english.*

He scurries over to Bunny's room, hoping he hasn't gone back to the Warren yet. That darn ''rabbit'' had been threatening to go all last night. Thank goodness, he's still around. Too bad he's asleep. Here's a question: How does a mute man wake someone up? Answer: The hard way. (Which shall probably prove to be painful.)

The poor Sand Man rolls Bunny out of bed, then quickly throws up a wall of sand. He waits a few seconds, then is surprised to hear Bunny still sawing wood. This is going to be a tough one. . . A sand-bulb appears over his head, an evil gleam entering his eye. He soon returns to Bunnymund's room, a bucket of ice water in hand.

"YEEEEEEOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!" the Guardian of Hope roars, sopping wet. Sandy makes a few sand-signs to get Bunny's attention, then points to his wrist.

"You can kill me later, I don't have much time left. Pitch is behind all this, and his sand got me before I could escape."

Bunny nods after taking a few seconds to decifer the Sand Man's signals. They wake up the others, and prepare to go on the war path. Pitch will pay. . .

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Later in the morning, the Guardian of Dreams is finally feeling himself change. His arms and legs stiffen, his hair grows out, shading his eyes. His robes become hard, and heavy, like they had been turned to gold. When the last ''normal'' Guardian changes, he becomes a lamp. A plain, ordinary, run of the mill, solid gold lamp.

The rest of the Guardians are too stunned to move. Not an echo of laughter from Jack, not a sob from Tooth, even Bunny's eye doesn't twitch. North paws the ground, nudging Sandy/lamp. It (erm, excuse me, HE), blinks in respone.

".- .-.. .- - .-. .-.-.- ... . - ..- .-. -. . -.. - . .. -. - - .- .-.. .- - .-. .-.-.- .. -.. - -... . .-.. .. . ...- . .-. .. - -.-. ... ... .- ... ..-. .. -. .- .-.. .-.. -.- .-.. - ... - ... .. ... .-.. .- ... - -... .. - - ..-. - .-. .. -. .. -. .- .-.. .. - -.- .-.-.-" *

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Sandy has had a lot of time on his hands for the past few centuries, so he probably knows every language known to man. Let's face it, Jack and Bunny do not. I also doubt Sandy was learned to speak reindeer** yet, either. *

I mean North was turned into a normal reindeer, not a flying reindeer. *

This last phrase in morse code translates to: "A lamp. He turned me into a lamp. I do believe Pitch has finally lost his last bit of originality."

P.S.

Happy Easter. ;)