Hey! I'm back with Chapter 2: Pitch Black! I hope you liked the first chapter! Please review and give me tips!

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own the Guardians of Childhood series or Rise of the Guardians!

Chapter Two:

Pitch Black

"Who-who are you?!" the girl demanded with more bravery than she thought she could muster. The man nearly laughed; he could sense her fear. It was so sweet- she didn't know where she was, who she was, who he was, and on top of that, she thought he was dangerous.

"My name, my dear, is Pitch Black," he said smoothly. "And what, exactly, is your name?"

What? A name? She didn't have one, did she? Wait, what about the voice that was in her head, was that it? Well, it's a strange name, but at least it's a start.

"Will-o'-the-Wisp." The words spilled out of her mouth.

This girl is stranger than I thought, the man thought.

"Quite a long name, if you ask me. I'm just going to call you: 'Wisp.'" Pitch said. Wisp noticed that he didn't ask permission to call her that.

"Oh, don't mind me, go explore. Go explore yourself and the area," Pitch said with a hint of slyness that made Wisp's grip on her lantern tighten. But, sure enough, she did wander away, with three of the balls of light trailing behind her.

A few balls of light remained with Pitch. He looked at them with great curiosity. They seemed to be surrounded by… vapor? And were they whispering? That means that they must be wisps.

A rare ability, indeed. I've only seen a few of these… Pitch thought, almost with jealousy, clasping his hands behind his back.

Wisp wandered the forest with her… what were they? She didn't know. She would name them later. They seemed to be… whispering things to her. The closer she listened, she could tell what they were saying.

"Wiiiisp… wiiiisp…." their haunting whispers carried to her ears. Not only were they creepy, they were strangely comforting.

Suddenly her foot slipped off of a short cliff, and she was falling… falling… falling… until-

Wisp wasn't falling anymore. She cringed, expecting a blow, but it never came. She… she was flying! She hovered in the air before ascending to the skies, not knowing how to fully control this new ability.

Wisp finally caught on of how to steer, and aimed towards a tiny town. Laughing and whooping, she swooped down and landed very, very roughly (eventually ending up on her hands and knees, and tripping over herself).

Giggling like a little girl, she stood up and brushed her already-rumpled skirt off. Luckily the black shorts underneath her dress kept her from… well, showing off, per se.

She walked to the nearest man, who was sitting on a bench and appeared to be waiting for a bus.

"Sir? Excuse me, could you tell me- hello?" Wisp began, but he appeared not to be paying attention. Wisp scoffed. How rude! Ignoring newcomers!

"Sir? Sir!" Wisp called, but no matter what she said, he still stared off into the distance, occasionally checking his watch anxiously.

Wisp's patience was gone. She went to tap the man's shoulder, but with a horrifying wrench of her gut, her hand went straight through him.

"… S-Sir?" Wisp asked, going to tap him again, but he didn't respond and her hand went through him again.

"Hello? Hello?!" Wisp called through the city, hoping- praying- that someone would notice her. But no one did. No matter how many times she would try to tap someone's shoulder, or call out to them, she got the same reaction. She finally gave up and took to the skies, tears streaming down her eyes. Why wipe them away? It wasn't like anyone could see her. Wisp landed back at the clearing, this time only staggering a bit when she landed. Hot tears spilled down her eyes and her blue glow flickered slightly.

Pitch watched from the shadows as she wept. He understood what she was going through. It was tough, being alone. No one to reach out to. No one to talk to. He was older than the Man in the Moon and he was alone for centuries after the Dark Ages ended.

Wisp couldn't see him, but she could tell that he was there. Wisp sniffled and decided to speak.

"Why can't they see me?" she blurted.

Pitch realized that she was talking to him and stepped out of the darkness to where half of his face was visible.

"Because they don't believe in us," Pitch answered, scowling.

"… Us?" Wisp said questioningly.

"Yes. They cannot see me, either." Pitch said, his face unreadable.

"They have to believe in you in order to see you. But, instead, I'm just wrote off as a bad dream! It's the Guardians who get to be believed in!" Pitch's voice suddenly filled with hate, which made Wisp get gooseflesh.

"Who, exactly, are the Guardians?" Wisp asked gently.

Pitch tilted his head. "Nor- Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, Sandman, and Jack Frost."

Pitch's words crawled with hatred and envy so much that Wisp bit her lip to prevent from asking why he hated them so much.

"Oh,"

There was a very awkward pause before Pitch spoke up.

"I have business to attend to," Pitch said shortly. The next thing Wisp knew, he was gone.

Nightlight, who was still watching with MiM, stood up. Even though he was already very pale, he seemed to have grown paler. MiM pursed his lips before speaking.

"Nightlight- go down on Earth and watch over her," MiM said.

Nightlight nodded and left the office.

Okay, next chapter things should be getting more interesting! It might take a little bit to really start up the story, but I'm trying and going through a bit of writer's block for chapter four! I also finally fixed my fonts and double spacing issue.