Jack left puzzled. Why couldn't he couldn't freeze my shoes in place he did not understand. But no matter, he had to rush to North's place. The Guardian of Memories mentioned something about a gathering to discuss the success of defeating Pitch and their routines with the Man in Moon. Now that Jack was a guardian, he had to be filled in with all the roles.
As soon as Jack reached North's toy factory, a Yeti frantically started to wave at him. Jack shrugged and followed the furry toy master.
"Hey, Phil! What's up?" Jack never understood what the Yetis were telling, but that didn't stop him from asking questions. The creatures guided Jack to the meeting spot and left.
"Oh! Jack Frost! Now we can begin!" North greeted the newest guardian and turned to face the globe. As always Sandy was slightly napping while floating and Tooth was giving orders to her mini personas. And Bunnymund, well he was leaning against the back wall and slowly he was slowly munching a carrot.
" 'Ellow mate! How've been lately?"
"Oh you know! Snow balls and fun times." Jack grinned back at the over sized Bunny.
"Quite the chit-chattering! Now work we do!" A thick Russian accent was heard and suddenly all the guardians faced the globe. Yet something was off.
The Moon shine from atop and its light molded above the markings of the guardians pulling out the pillar of choosing. All the guardians were shocked.
"What is wrong Moony? What is big news?"
"Yea Pitch is long gone in burrow dragged there by his own fears!" Bunnymund mentioned.
The pillar's crystal shone a bright light blue and soon a figure was forming. Jack could not believe his eyes. It was the same young woman he met today. The same person he couldn't touch with his ice and weird dragons adored her. Yet, Jack did not say a word, he just gasped. The light figure was a young lady with extremely long hair. From her left hand, what seemed like sand or sparkles, flew off into the air and with her right hand she was touching the muzzle of a medium sized dragon that was coiled around her. Santa's eyes widened and he smiled.
"Ah! Esther Dreamwalker!" Yet, a frown clouded the Christmas Father's face. He turned to face the Moon. "But she never wanted to be one and you know that better than anyone!"
"Whoa whoa whoa… Waaait a second!" Bunnymund snapped. "Who is she?"
"Indeed, who is she? " Backed up Tooth with all of her little humming replicas.
Yet as soon as North tried to face them, the Moon beam of light shifted and curved, shadowing what seemed to be words. 'Hurry – Danger'.
"No time! If Moony says it's danger then we have to hurry!"And he took his coat, staggering towards the sleigh. "Everyone to the sleigh!"
In a small home, where the fire was still glowing and mocking the already burnt wood and the TV was singing, a figure was starting to form out of the shadows. I was asleep, curled up in a ball like a little kitten while still holding my cup of hot cocoa. I had golden sand over my head symbolizing a dragon flying in little circles and a bigger one sitting and watching the young ling.
"Oh such a sweet dream. Mother and cub I suppose…" Amber eyes glowed and fire light reflected on Pitch's face as he was stepping closer to me. "Too bad it will have to end right…"And he slightly bend down, extending an arm towards my dream. "…here!" His tone became crude and nearly touched the golden sand when he was knocked down and thrown away in the kitchen, taking down with him the tabled an all of the pots and bowls , smashing into tiny pieces.
A deep terrifying snarl mixed with a very threatening growl dominated the room. I slightly opened my eyes, far too sleepy to realize what was going on. Pitch did not even realize he got hit and smacked away like a tiny fly. He never expected it. He simply put a hand on his temple and opened his eyes. He saw a pair of, what looked like to him, gigantic paws that were armed with scales and very long and sharp claws. The Nightmare Conjurer gasped and slowly raised his amber gaze. Before him was a dragon, fully fledged, with thick scales, sharp teeth and claws. And it didn't look too happy to see an intruder. Two pair of horns oh his head, behind what seemed to be the start of a scaled mane and one in the middle of his cranium. Its eyes were deep blue and its constitution was made of a mixture between bluish silver sand and something that had the texture similar to the ones crystals have. The wings were slightly opened, blocking the exit through the door and all four legs were ready to pounce. Yet it stood there eyeing down Pitch with both hatred and might. The Nightmare King was at a loss. He tried to make a move but it only angered the dragon more as it started to snarl louder and toss its tail from one side to the other. Pitch tried to sink into the shadows yet the dragon snapped and nearly bit his head off. This time the creature did not want to risk it and his claws were ready to strike.
"Snowflake…"I mumbled and the dragon stopped dead in tracks. Didn't move one more scale until I was next to it, half asleep and puzzled.
"What is going on here?"
