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I appear beside Rebecca. Where? I don't know. I'm dizzy from travelling. I feel slightly different in my apparel than when I was in the wondrous land of Divergent. I look down and I'm in a satiny purple (sparkly) dress that goes down to my ankles, and has a strap going across a single shoulder with purple flats.
"Well then," says a grinning Rebecca. She sounds like she's trying to desperately hold in laughter. I cross my arms and feel wings in my back flutter slightly. Wings? That's not right. Instead of being shocked of my new additions, I put a defiant look on my face.
"You can't say much." My eyes sweep down her body to address her clothing, and she does the same. She's wearing a dress that looks like something the ancient Greeks would wear, Roman styled sandals, music notes tattooed up and down her right arm, and her hair was done up on top of her head in a short ponytail, with a gold ribbon that looked like silk. I look back up at her face and she looks shocked.
"Oh God no, I'm wearing a fancy dress and my hair is done up, this is not happening." She's in full panic mode now. I've always relished looking pretty. It gave me the sensation of power. She moves her hand to the top of her head. She looks even more horror struck. "Oh no… Roby! Quick, what colour is my hair?" I inspect her hair. It's hard to tell under the moonlight.
"Uh, reddish-brown I guess." I really can't tell, but I sure am envious of how gorgeous it looks.
"Fantastic! Just brilliant!" Oh yeah, she's definitely not pleased. I'm smirking to myself when I hear a smooth, musical voice:
"Roby Scales." It's Dragon's last name with my name. (Yeah, his name is Dragonwing Scales. Deal with it.)
Rebecca's eyes widen for a minute before she says, "Great. I'm a Doctor Who knock-off." I look at her with a stunned expression. She must've heard something too. "You okay?" she asks.
"Yeah, yeah," I say feeling like the wind has been knocked out of me. "I um- I thought I heard something."
"Me too. What did it say?"
"My name." That's fifty-percent true.
"Mine said Melody Song." Appropriate for what you're what you're wearing. "I wonder what spirits we are." Clever for her to assume we're spirits. We are in Rise of the Guardians, after all.
"Let's find out," I say, puffing my chest out a little bit. Sort of like a proud dragon. "Judging by the music notes on your arm, our best guess is the Spirit of Music." She nods, so I continue. "And for me, well dragons are fictional here and were used in fairy tales or fantasy tales as they used to be called. So I must be the Spirit of Fantasy!" I'm glad too. I love fantasy, supernatural stuff and adventure stories.
"Thanks Sherlock," she deadpans.
I decide not to get angry at her so instead, I bow and say; "It's elementary, my dear Watson."
Her mouth tilts up into a small smile, and spins around, as if looking for something but something totally different happens. "Whoa," I say breathlessly.
She stops spinning and looks at me. She cocks her head to one side and asks, "What?" I gesture to her new outfit and she looks down. She's wearing loose sweatpants, plain white sneakers wither a bit of blue in them, and a t-shirt that hangs off of one shoulder, with jagged, lightning bolt looking letters that read "Music Rocks!"
"Oh wow," she says, seeming genuinely amazed, then she gets this look on her face that makes her look like she discovered the meaning of life. "You spin!" she shouts at me.
"Fine, fine," I mutter, as I twirl in a circle. I barely even feel it, but when I look down to see if my clothes have been changed, I'm in my black Dauntless clothes. And my old pair of Doc Martens! YES! But I notice I still have that pair of dragon wings. They're actually quite comfortable.
"Wow, Dauntless looks good on you," she says with a smile.
"I know." I've been egotistic since I was ten. My easily excitable friend looks at our surroundings, and I realize we're in a forest. I've always thought everything looked prettier in the night, especially nature, but I was always too afraid to go out at night. But I guess I don't have much to worry about now that I'm dead. Rebecca starts jumping up and down and my head follows her movements, up and down, up and down, up and down.
"Do you need to go to the bathroom or something?" I say with a raised eyebrow.
"No, I just want to get out of here!" she says impatiently.
"Ugh. Fine," I groan. "Follow me."
"Yay!" she says and clapping her hands like a small child. We walk out of the forest, and before I can stop it, someone walks through Rebecca. She stands there with her shoulders hunched, a hand on her chest, gasping.
"Are you okay?!" I demand.
"I'm okay," she says, still gasping. "The wind got knocked out of me, that's all." That's not all. You weren't being believed in. We stand there for a few minutes, while she recovers from being walked through. I look up at the moon and say, "Judging by the height of the moon, it's around eleven o'clock."
"I think you might be right," she says, looking up at the moon with me.
We continue walking, and eventually we realize we're in our home town. I feel like I should be breaking down, crying, but I guess the initial shock of being killed in a fiery inferno hasn't set in. (Okay, yeah that's an exaggeration. Shut up.) I look up at the sky and see an aurora borealis. It's weird. You never actually ever see a live aurora borealis in Newfoundland. That's usually Labrador. But then I remember Rise of the Guardians, and that's how the Guardians call meetings. So you never know. Then I snicker about at a thought that has popped into my mind.
"Wouldn't it be funny if we got chosen as Guardians?"
"Oh yeah, Roby, 'cause that'll happen," she says sarcastically. I roll my eyes and keep walking, totally enjoying just walking around with my sister, under the full moon. We continue walking for what seems like not enough time, before I feel an extremely cold breath on my neck. I gasp, clench my fists and whirl around. I'm met by looking directly at two shoulders, so I look up into a pair of ice cold eyes and a devious smirk, which irritated me. Sure I smirk a lot and am slightly devious at times, it doesn't mean that it can't make me feel agitated.
"Um, hi?" Rebecca asks nervously. I giggle a little bit at the fact that she's starstruck in the prescence of Jack Frost. Not my favourite Guardian. I put myslef in an excited mood, just because I don't want to piss off a Guardian.
"Hi!" I chirp.
"You two can see me?" he asks, seemingly bewildered.
"No bai." Rebecca's going Newfie. Damn. I might as well, too. Just this once. Jack continues smirking, and I feel a spark of anger.
"You two are Spirits, aren't you?" he asks, but not without a touch of amusement.
"No bai." I guess neing back home makes my inner Newfoundlander flare up.
"And you're sisters?"
"Well, no. But we're as close as sisters. We know everything about each other." Rebecca says it as if she had memorized it off a text book in school.
"Oh? Spirits of what, then?" He's definitely getting on my nerves. But I'd be lying if I said there wasn't something about him that was attractive.
"Music."
"Fantasy."
"So you two are the Spirits of Music and Fantasy?" God, does he have to repeat everything we say? Rebecca and I look at each other. I roll my eyes and she glares at me a bit.
"Yeah."
"Good." He says smirking, and I already can tell what he's going to do to us next. I fold my wings as he snaps his fingers and puts us in the sack. I have to say, it was pretty roomy. For a bag.
I feel something different from dimension travelling, making me dizzy but it feels magical all at once. We land with a soft thump and we hear voices around us, talking in hushed tones. An elf opens the sack a bit and I scowl at it. Damned elf. The sack opens fully and big hands lift us out.
"HEY!" I shout at them, lashing out. I've never liked being touched by strange hands. "Can someone please tell us why we've been kidnapped?!" I think I'm just tired. Or not. I feel like I could give someone a good beating. I decide to unleash the wrath of Roby (it's worse than it sounds, okay?) on North, obviously the head of the plan that involved Rebecca and I being shoved into a bag.
"Hey. Listen here, chuckles." He looks slightly taken aback, which makes me feel satisfied. "You have absolutely no right to send Mister Happy-Fun-Times over to our hometown, shove us into a sack and then deliver us to here. Wherever here is." I'm standing almost directly parallel to the Big Guy now.
"It's-" he begins to say, but is cut off by Rebecca.
"Whoa." She must have been completely oblivious the whole time. She was taking in the legendary "Santa's Workshop" with wide eyes.
"You're sister doesn't think so," says North with laughter in his voice. I shoot a look at him but he ignores it. "Well?"
She looks at him with wider eyes, not at all understanding what's going on at the moment. "Huh?"
"Well?" he asks again, but with more emphasis.
"Well what?" She pulls out her innocent face. She uses it all the time, I'd recognize it anywhere.
"You missed half the conversation, didn't you?" I wouldn't exactly call it a conversation. More of, a fifteen year old girl losing it at a couple of hundred years old man. That's Russian too.
"No, not really," she says smiling the kind of smile a five year old would use after getting a compliment.
I roll my eyes. "Do you think they have the right to just shove us into a bag, and the put us through a portal?!"
Rebecca puts on her game face and crosses her arms, starting to look like the older one. "While I do agree with you Roby, that was not fair, nor do they have the right." She has her defiant look on now. Perfect. "But," there's always a but. With everything. " If the Guardians called us here, it has to be a big deal." She looks directly at the Guardians standing in front of us. Some expressions baffled, some pleased, some annoyed. "But why did you call us here in the first place?"
"Excellent question," I murmur. I look up at North, along with Rebecca. We're staring so intently, we hardly notice the objects that magically appear in our possession. I look over and see Rebecca handling a beautiful pair of headphones, and then I look down and my jaw drops. A Stele, the device that the Nephilim use to draw runes on themselves to assist their everlasting battle with demons.
"You got headphones," Jack says as if he couldn't believe his eyes. "And you got a wand?" I don't react. I just can't believe that I have this in my hands. A Stele. Only those with the blood of an angel hold these. I sulk a tiny bit but feel better. I would rather be a dragon, but ya' know. Angel blood is the next best thing. The next thing I know, Rebecca's hands are pressing down on my thin shoulders, and she's yellling "HEY" in my ear. I jump up about a foot in the air and almost whip her in the face with my new Stele. She jumps away from me, laughing so hard I'm afraid the headphones will slip off her head.
"NOT FUNNY!" I scream at her. I can feel the worried glances of the Guardians on me.
"WAS TOO!" she yells back in between fits of laughter. I start laughing too.
"Okay, yeah it was," I admit.
Rebecca quickly turns to look at the GUardians once again, and goes very serious. "Anyways, why'd you call us here?"
"Bipolar much?" mutters Jack. I glare at him and he cowers.
"Manny says we need help," says North ultra-seriously. I grin.
"We're gonna' be Guardians?" I say and clutch my hands to my chest.
"Part-time Guardians," says Bunny irritably. Now that's my favourite Guardian.
"Better than nothing, I guess," Rebecca says. "So if the Man in the Moon thinks you guys need help, something's up. What's going on?"
"We do not know," replies North half-confidently.
"Well that helps," Rebecca turns her back. She says something but I ignore it. I walk up to the big Bunny, stand almost close enough that our toes are touching and look into his big bunny eyes.
"Hey fluffy," I say in a gangster-like voice, which sounded pretty good. "What's happening up there?"
"Fluffy. Did you just call me... Fluffy?" he asked, already sounding irritated.
"Ya'," I say shoving my thumbs into my jean pockets. "Problem?"
"Fluffy?!" I guess he's still hung up on that coment. "I'll show ya' Fluffy, mate." He starts toward me with his fists up, and I step back with every step he takes forward.
"But you weren't so tough when Easter was gone, were ya'?" I have my fists up now too.
"How do you know about that?" His defence is weakening now. (Hehehehehe...)
"Where we come from, practically everyone knows that." I lunge towards his gut, but he lurches to the left.
"That's it," he says between gritted teeth.
"Bring it," I snarl. Before I can punch him straight in the belly, Rebecca is in the middle of us. Dammit. I wanted to get into a fight with a six foot one bunny.
"Do we really need this?" says our personal peacekeeper. From the corner of my eye, I see Tooth and Sandy's heads bobbing in agreement. Rebecca sighs.
"Listen." She looks at Bunny. "She just wants to get a game out of you." She knows me so well.
"What?" Bunny is straightened up now and his hands are by his sides.
"She just wants to get you riled up." She knoes me too well. Bunny huffs.
"And apparently it's working," I say beaming. My fists are lowered now, but not unclenched.
"So how about a tour?" Rebecca says perkily. Way to change the subject sister. But we go anyways, the rest of the group making a point of keeping Bunny and me seperated. At least I almost fought him. But I didn't actually fight him...
We continue walking for a long time. It really is a cool place. Little elves everywhere, yetis. It's kind of breathtaking. I notice that Rebecca isn't walking by my side anymore, so I turn and see her staring at her sides, slightly fazed.
"Rebecca? Are you coming?" I ask. The other Guardians don't stop for us.
"Oh yeah." She runs toward me and I must say, she is a much faster runner then before I switched schools in grade five.
A couple of minutes later, and what seems like a thousand yetis and elves later, I look over at Rebecca and she's sipping on a slushie. I suddenly get jealous. "Where'd you get that?"
She looks at her cold drink. "I don't know." She looks down at her feet, and there's an elf tugging on her pant leg, that looks like it's asking for something. She looks really confused, so she just gives it her slushie, and then there's a cookie in her other hand.
"The hell?" I mutter. I'm fighting off the temptation to eat it for myslef, when Rebecca's watch starts to count down.
"Timed destination set in: thirteen." I don't remember her setting a timer. "Oh no."
"What?" The Guardians are stopped now and Jack is standing right in front of us.
"Twelve."
"I'm leaving." Rebecca looks up at Jack.
"Eleven."
"Why?" Jack can be an idiot at times.
"My watch says so."
"Ten."
"Where?" Jack and I ask simultaenously.
"Nine."
"Where do you think?" she asks.
"Eight."
"Home?"
"Seven."
We turn and face the Guardians. "It's been fun," Rebecca says with a wide smile.
"Six."
"But we have to go," I conclude for her.
"Five."
"Why?" Tooth asks us.
"Four."
"My watch says so."
"Three."
"So, goodbye!" Rebecca says, happier than ever, even though we're leaving a place we've dreamt of going to.
"Two."
"Bye!"
"One."
And we leave without another word.