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RotG and Jack Frost do not belong to me.

The Man in the Moon thoughtfully gazed down at Maia. She was a strange human. Usually going off getting high and drunk was her daily life, but she sacrificed herself in order to save her friends.

The Guardians defeated Pitch, but danger is never over. Fear, Death, Greed, and Hate were always around the corner, ready to strike. Could the Guardians defeat them? Fear nearly defeated the Guardians and needed Jack Frost's help. Maia is impulsive, sarcastic, and quick to anger but she is also kind, fiercly protective, and most of all: honest.

The Man in the Moon made up his mind. Connecting with Maia's spirit, the Man in the Moon made her the Spirit of Fire.

Flashbacks of my past pierced through my thoughts. That one summer day when my friends and I went skinny dipping at midnight; when I got into my first fight trying to protect Hannah; when I first kissed Drake at the beach. They all filled me with nostalgia. I could feel the bruises from the fights, the ecstasy from the drugs, the illusions from the alcohol, and the empty feeling of losing it all in a moment. I did not regret what I did, saving my friends' lives, but it's so sudden that you can't help but feel that it's a bit unfair.

"Well, this sucks," I told myself. I was floating freely in a black landscape that extended in all directions infinitely. Anything I did, waving my arms, kicking the air, shouting at nothing, didn't give me any reaction so I resolved to talking to myself.

"Was this death?" I asked. "It wasn't what I expected. I pictured more of a fluffy, happy heaven or a gruesome hell. Not Limbo."

Hunching my shoulders, I aimlessly spun around in circles. Was this going to last forever? I thought. If it is, then I'm going to go insane.

"Don't worry, Maia. This won't last forever. In fact, you are just about to leave in a few moments," replied a voice.

"What the hell? Where- who are you?" I asked a bit uncertainly.

A few long moments pass before the voice replied back. "Do you want to become a role model, Maia? A leader? A Guardian?"

"Um. If that's all I have to do to leave Limbo… then sure."

"This choice will define your life for centuries to come. Make the right one," said the voice patiently.

Was this a dream? Or my conscience? I thought confusedly. "What do you mean by guardian?"

"A protector of children. A person who will risk life to protect innocents. Someone who will serve a greater purpose than a normal human."

"Wait, normal human? I'm dead right? Then if I'm not going insane, you're offering me… another chance at life. But as a, uh, 'protector of children'." I started getting skeptical.

"Maia, what do you want?"

This question tripped me a little. I mean, of course another chance at life would be amazing. Life changing as some would say. But what would my friends think? I obviously died so coming back from the grave would be slightly spooky. Doubts clouded my mind. And what's all about the 'protector' and 'normal human' stuff? What, I would be resurrected as some sort of god? Okay, that would be awesome but I don't want people giving me animal sacrifices. I might get drunk a lot but I have a soft spot for animals.

Taking a deep breath, I gave the voice my response: "I choose to be a Guardian, um, voice."

I could have sworn I heard a chuckle. "I knew you would, Maia." It was growing fainter by the second. "Don't be persuaded Maia, stay on the right path and beware of… the dark…" The voice was completely gone now and the darkness was transitioning into a blinding light.

"What's going on voice?" I shouted. Nothing replied back. "Say something god da-!"

The light slowly enveloped my body, feet first. I gasped in shock and wonder. As the beam of light traveled up my body, my charred clothes changed into black belted shorts, black studded leather jacket, and a red tank top with an intricately sown fire sign over my heart. Strapped on my right leg was a coiled whip and black leather boots on my feet. I wasn't a big fan of black but it didn't look too shabby on me.

I did not have too much time to admire myself because as soon I finished transforming, the light blinded me and left me to my thoughts for the second time

Everything felt numb. My whole body was overcome with an overwhelming heat. It bloomed from my chest and slowly consumed my body. Then I felt nothing.

Moonlight softly glowed against my eyelids, crickets sang, and birds chirped.

I was back.

I was alive.

And now, I was a Guardian.