Author's note: CONQUERED. I'm really sorry if the progress for Jack and Daze's interaction is slow, because I really can't force the muse /: Enjoy anyways!

The tsunami of black sand comes crashing down. I remember seeing something gold and shining, but I wasn't sure I believed my eyes. My body was limp as I lay motionless on a rooftop of a shop building. Motionless, save for my fingers, which twitch furiously, ever so desperately building the belief on Jamie and his friend's minds. My head hurt horribly. Small dots of light were the only links I had to them. The rest were a barrier of slowly shedding black sand. This was it. "Come on..."

I remember seeing an explosion take place, blinding my already defective eyes and filling the night with light. But for some reason, I could still see. And what I saw was a golden vortex descending from the sky, down to the ground, and I remember seeing a string of gold shoot from it, coiling itself around a panicked Pitch and jerking on him. And then I remember the vortex clearing, and the Boogeyman was flung high into the sky before being yanked down again. And I could slowly move my other body parts enough to stand up.

In a blink of an eye, my eyes anyway, dreams began appearing everywhere, walking, flying, slithering through the ground and on the air. Minds were beginning to re-open as sweet dreams filled the heads of sleeping children in the neighborhood. And I could stand. My field of vision was slowly recovering, and the first thing I saw was Jack Frost tossing snowballs to the children and the other Guardians.

Then I saw Jamie run right through Pitch, and I don't quite understand why, but I felt pity for him. Though what really caught my eye, was Sandy. Standing there in all his glory, looking healthy and new and fresh as the dawn. I glide towards the crowd. For some unexplainable reason, drawn to the noise and activity. Why? I had always been to used to the cold, empty silence. Why had that changed now? Perhaps... To get close to-

Suddenly Pitch began to flee. The Guardians were on to him in no time, following him to the forest. I trail slowly from behind.

I remember Pitch slipping and sliding on the ice and frost of a frozen little pond, before ultimately running into North's belly. The Guardians surrounded him as he backed up. His nightmares returning, only to have it chase him deeper into the forest instead. I didn't even need to follow, I could feel the horrid creatures catching up to him and dragging him back into his hole.

Under the rickety bed that stood alone. In a forest of frost and a forest of stone. Sucked inside in a dark vortex of his own creation. And I thought that was the last we'll see of him.

And on that day, Jack Frost became a Guardian. He was proud, strong, and happy. He had finally found where he belonged after three hundred years.

I remember seeing him in the early sunrise, the center of the celebration. His white hair was shone in the sunlight, his blue eyes sparkled, and every time he smiled, one of Tooth's helpers fainted. I remember gliding down from my spot on the tree a distance away, and I remember mindlessly phasing through the small crowd to get to him. I remember Sandy giving me odd looks that I ignored, and I remember reaching out to Jack, wanting so much to talk to him, thank him, like the others had. I remember my heart beating and my head going dizzy. And lastly, I remember being reminded that I didn't exist, when he strode right through me.

Was that when I started realizing the pain?

Sandy must be realizing that bringing Jack along had been a bad idea. I only wish he realized this before giving the OK. Jack remains as oblivious as ever.

I would tense. A lot. Especially each time Jack had floats a little too close to me. He must think I have a liking towards the white haired boy, and perhaps he thought I was shy, which, in hindsight, is an absurd idea seeing how I am invisible. But I don't blame him, either. Granted, the very first time I met Jack had also been the very first time I questioned why I am invisible. Perhaps it is half true, because I do not fully understand it either.

But I remember how I'd once avoided everything and everyone. Secluding myself in forests, caves, and sometimes inside hollow trees. It might be hard to believe, but my expression had once been more blank than it is now. Completely flat without any clear signs of emotion. But after the day Jack became a Guardian, one expression had graced itself upon my face, and refused to leave it; sorrow. Oddly enough, I began to enjoy watching the daily activities of humans, remembering how they interacted with one another and observed how it changed. How different it is from one person to another, yet completely similar in some aspects. Even though it only fueled my sorrow.

Behind my bangs, my brows are furrowed, recounting these thoughts and one thousand others. Mainly, what I'd just seen. That black speck in the snow. It could have been just a raven, or maybe one of North's yeti passing by. I don't know. The next thing I notice is that the cold, except for Jack's air, is slowly disappearing, taking away the shivers. Bunnymund's warren is the next destination, and we must be drawing in close.

And of course, I had my head down the entire time. It is such a nasty habit, but no one has ever asked me to change it (no one being Sandy, and he mostly never minded anything I do), so I never do. I am still twitching my fingers, all the while thinking all the thoughts I had. It is a normal routine. My mind had the attention span of a squirrel, and isn't content with processing one thought. This would not be possible for humans. But I'm not human. I place my head to rest on my knees and feel myself linger further and further away in thought, and I am almost lost. A poke from Sandy pulls me back. I blink my eyes several times, and soon, I lift my head to find that we've arrived. The cloud of sand had long disappeared beneath me, leaving nothing but the ground. Such a gentle landing. I hadn't even noticed.

By then, Jack had already managed to get into an argument with Bunny, interrupting his egg painting. I levitate only several inches off the ground (honestly, my flight abilities are not even worth mentioning), and waft to the duo to observe the egg in Bunny's hand. Though it was quite hard to. Bunnymund continuously flings his arms about in argument with Jack, hopping here and there. And Jack endlessly flies through me. I almost want to vomit from the odd churning in my stomach, not that his wind would be able to move anything in there.

Eventually, the Easter Bunny manages to wave the boy off. He must have decided to focus his attention and energy on Sandy, the way he should have in the first place, as Jack distanced himself to the air. My levitation dies out, and I'm back on my feet. The weight of my body presses down on my legs as I walk back to the Sandman. I wish I were more attentive, because Jack swoops back down and I fail to notice. He too, I notice, has a nasty habit. And that habit is phasing through yours truly. His wind blows harshly by and I faceplant into the mossy terrain. In a rather ungraceful manner.

Sandy stifles a laugh.

I give up trying to tolerate the guardian's quality bonding time, and I head elsewhere in the warren. Bunnymund's hideout is always a preference for me. For the very few times I visit it. I can actually stand to enter. Unlike the North Pole, where it is cold, and everything there seems determined to phase through me, Bunny's warren is warm, peaceful and much less bustling.

I am horrible at flight. My levitation lasts five minutes at the maximum. But it always has been good enough to aid my leaps from one point to another. And frankly, Bunny's egg guards make wonderful stepping stones. So levitating myself as I leap, I manage to land on the top of one of the taller rock formations. I watch from an aerial view as the spray flowers lazily huff out mists of color, the aforementioned egg guards clumsily marching about, the babble of the paint river, and the sun's rays through the gapes on the ceilings. It is serene and calm, and it reminds me much of the forest I'd spent my 'humanhood' in.

But there it was again. A black creature slithering through the ground that the egg guards walked on, slinking toward one of the tunnels. And now I'm assured. My eyes hadn't deceived me and I truly had seen something. It is a rare occurrence for my heart to thunder with adrenaline inside my chest. But this is one of those occurrences. In an instant, I'm up on my feet, but I hesitate. I wonder if I would even be able to keep up with it. Truth be told, it has been almost a century since the last time I actually did anything with my legs but kick them about while in a sitting position. What little ability I had in levitation usually did most of the work in moving. But that poor ability is exactly why I'm worried.

Glancing meekly at the men, seeing them completely oblivious, I suck in a deep breath. I take a step back and move forward with a force, lifting up one leg to initiate my ascend. I do the same with the other foot, in a motion similar to roller skating, and I glide after the shadow. But just as I feared, occasionally I lose my footing on air and clumsily trip, nearly falling. This is exactly why I ride on Sandy's dust cloud. I can't seem to do it naturally like Jack, Tooth, Sandy, and probably every other flying spirit do.

With much effort, I manage to follow the shadow through the tunnel, but by then, my head is pounding so hard that I had to walk, where she was greeted by an intersection. I try to locate the shadow again, but instead, a familiar laughter bounces off the walls. I spin around, struggling to find the source, but I soon realize that the shadow has circled around me.

My eyes widen in fear and surprise. How is it be able see me? The only answer I receive is the intensifying laughter, echoing and growing louder until it is excruciating. I grab my ears and close my eyes, cringing. Through my mind's eye, I could see the shadow dive into the tunnel on my left, of which my legs quickly lurch to. I don't know where this energy is coming from, but it leads me to the clearing that held the travel tunnels. Where the painted easter eggs would go to spread themselves around the world. I look to the dozens of tunnels lined up from top to bottom. I half expect the shadow to have long gone, but from the corner of her eye, there it is; black and dashing about.

I reach down and pat the ground for anything within reach, picking up what more or less feels like a rock, I pinpoint the strange creature and hurl the unknown item towards it, hitting a bulls eye. There is a crack. And I realize that it the 'rock', is one of Bunny's eggs.

The shadowy figure collapses to the ground, scraping the the moss off the ground in its momentum before coming to a stand still. I gingerly approach it and cringe at the sight of my victim. A crow, with its head covered in raw egg. In less than a minute, Jack, Sandy, and Bunnymund are rushing in, probably hearing the crack of the egg and the thump of its impact. But I know very well that the egg crack must've been what sent them running.

Bunny flips out at the sight of the splattered egg on the crow, and Sandy shoots me a questioning, almost accusing look. I weave daydreams and look at him inconspicuously. But my eyes trail Jack when he flies over to pokes the crow with his staff. It twitches. And as soon as it did, Bunnymund swoops in to scream at it for ruining one of his eggs, or googies, as he calls them. The crow seems well frightened enough at the giant rabbit to only respond with a shaky caw. It quickly takes off, feathers falling off of its wings.

"Yeah, you better run!" Bunnymund yells. "You come back, I'll turn you into *barbie meat!"

But I am unfazed. I don't pay attention to any of them. Instead, I watch as one of the feathers spirals to the ground. Landing soundlessly onto the dirt. Curious, I crouch over and pick it up. I'd been so gentle, but even my careful touch caused the feather crumble down like a cookie. I recoil, yanking my hand back. I watch the black particles rain down and gather above a patch of moss. Hesitantly, I scoop it up with my index finger. 'Black sand...?'

My eyes shift to where an egg guard stood beside Bunny. He is yelling and cursing, throwing his anger on Jack and Sandy. I am half glad he can't see me. Even if none of his words register to my ears. And maybe I'm imagining, but I swear that cracks are ripping open on the egg guard's body.

Barbie= Australian slang for barbeque

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