Hey, guys! I'm back with Chapter Seven: The Guardians! Enjoy!
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Chapter Seven:
The Guardians
Pitch paced around his lair, smirking maliciously. Finally, his Nightmares were becoming more hellish by the minute and they could be produced without him even knowing!
Pitch let out an icy-cold cackle that echoed through his lonely lair. The only noise there ever is in there is the creaking of the iron cages that slowly swung back and forth . Day in, day out. Pitch could no longer hear them; ten years with those cages makes you practically deaf to them.
Pitch's gaze shifted to the globe, which was still supplied with many believers for the Guardians. But they were going out, slowly and steadily. He knew it. He could feel the power arising within his chest where his heart would be.
If he had one.
Pitch watched two lights go out, deep in thought. He thought about having Wisp for an alliance and scowled, which revealed the true hollowness of his face. Wisp could possibly be infatuated with that tiny reed of a boy. On top of that, that tiny reed of a boy caused Pitch years of imprisonment in that wretched cave!
Letting out a hiss of annoyance at the memory, Pitch swept through his realm like a malevolent bat, his robes billowing behind him. If Wisp knew they could not visit each other, then that could ruin the entire plan. After all, Nightlight was her only true friend. Pitch didn't make that good of a first- or second, for that matter- impression.
Letting out a sigh, he retreated to his private quarters. Maybe, just maybe, he could find a way around that particular predicament.
Wisp gaped. This was the North Pole! And that was Santoff Claussen's workshop!
Sandy smirked at his work. He had been the one to find the next Guardian, and she looked like she was enjoying the view. Now, to take her to North….
Sandy and Wisp entered through the skylight. The inside was just how Wisp had imagined it to be, even though she imagined elves making toys, and not yetis. But who cares? This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
Sandy dreamily floated down onto the floor, whereas Wisp, not fully capable of her abilities yet, floated down and staggered a little bit before steadying herself. She didn't like the way the yetis and elves were shifting their gaze skeptically in her direction. But, since Wisp was with Sandy, they didn't say a thing. Sandy weaved through the yetis with ease, knowing how to walk through them without interfering with their toy making. Wisp, on the other hand, accidentally tripped over a firetruck, breaking the ladder off. The yeti let out a yelp. It had taken him a while to perfect that one truck. Wisp cringed and apologized over and over, but the yeti still reacted negatively. Seeing it as a hint to move on, she quickly scampered behind Sandy.
Sandy led Wisp to North's office and rapped on the door. Almost immediately, the door was opened by a truly strange person.
The man was wearing candy apple red for a shirt and charcoal grey for pants. He had a long beard, dark gray eyebrows, and shocking icy-blue eyes. But that wasn't the strange part. The man was nearly twice Wisp's height, and probably at least triple her small complexion.
The man beamed down at Sandman.
"Sandy! What is big news?" Wisp noticed that he had a thick Russian accent.
Sandy rapidly made symbols that Wisp didn't have enough time to decipher.
"… Wait… who is this?" the man's smile started to fade as Sandy made even more symbols.
The man's smile returned as he looked to Wisp.
"Your name is Will-Wisp, no?"
"Will-o'-the-Wisp," Wisp quietly corrected the man. "But- but you can call me: 'Wisp.'"
"Well, Wispy, do you know who I am?"
"Santoff Claussen!" Wisp burst out much louder than she had anticipated. Her face flushed a moment after. But North simply laughed.
"And I'm sure you've met Sandy?" North indicated to Sandman. Wisp nodded without words. North paused before speaking again.
"If you are really Will-o'-the-Wisp, then you need to meet the other Guardians," North said gently, as if it would hurt her. Wisp wondered why- she didn't think anyone could take offense to that comment.
North soon walked away, not waiting for a response. The Guardians had to come as soon as possible.
Wisp goggled at the aurora borealis when North turned the lever. It seemed to have spread out from the North Pole to all over the world, in which it did.
Within minutes, the Big Five were all at the Pole, at first complaining to North, but then catching the eye of that odd girl in the blue dress, then fell silent. They knew who it was.
Nightlight's eyes cracked open, and instantly his glow started to brighten. He sat up and his back made a popping sound. Where, exactly, was he?
His eyes adjusted, and he realized he had fallen asleep in MiM's office.
How long has he been here? Did Pitch attack? Is he making more Nightmares? And what about Wisp? Was she okay?
Nightlight had no clue why he was worrying about Wisp; she could probably take care of herself, right? But there was still that instinct in his heart that told him that it was his duty to protect her from the Lord of Nightmares.
Nightlight stood up, using his staff to help him stand. He opened the door to MiM's office, leaving the door ajar so MiM knew that he had left and jetted down to earth.
It didn't take as long as usual- before he knew it, he was passing through thin clouds. It was about mid-afternoon, so it would be fairly difficult to find Wisp without her glow to guide Nightlight.
Nightlight soared over Burgess, but to his dismay, he never found Wisp. Not in the city nor the forest. A pinprick of dread began to grow within him. What if something happened to Wisp? What if something hurt her? What if that something was Pitch? Nightlight bit his lip. Of course, he had only flown above the forest, the trees could've concealed here.
Sighing, Nightlight floated down into a clearing.
Nightlight looked around at his surroundings- trees and grass and flowers.
Nightlight walked through the forest, searching for Wisp and even deciding to call out her name a few times. He had better be careful; he remembered when he saw Pitch when Wisp had first been revived.
Fear began to root itself in Nightlight's brain, a feeling that he couldn't shake off. But he had to continue.
A twig snapped and Nightlight whirled around, staff at the ready.
Nightlight's face turned stark-white and he nearly cried out, for standing before Nightlight stood the Boogeyman.
That's it for now! Don't be afraid to leave a review!
EDIT: Hey, I will be taking a bit longer for each chapter now, maybe once a week. HOWEVER, in a few weeks, school will be starting and that will even decrease, possibly. The other reason being that I am working on a Super Paper Mario fanfiction. So if you like SPM, prepare thyself, for I have an idea so crazy that it just might work! Seeya!