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Chapter 19 – Tsar Lunar
(Jack's POV)

"NO!" I cried, running to Atheia as I saw her legs give out under her.

I watched in stunned horror as Atheia let out a pained gasp, her eyes fluttering closed as she crumpled to the floor. Skidding on my knees towards her, I grabbed her shoulders, shaking her as her eyes seemed to glaze over.

"Come on Atheia! Wake up! Wake up!" I cried, gripping her shoulders tighter as she seemed to violently twitch.

Pitch grinned down wickedly at us, seeming to enjoy the fear that radiated from us as Atheia went limp in my hands. In his grasp, he held the many sharp, jagged pieces of her staff, closing his grey hand around them. I turned to look up at him, my eyes full of fury and hate.

"What did you do?" I growled, pulling Atheia closer to me as Pitch chuckled; an eerie chuckle that penetrated my ears and chilled my bones.

"Surely you would know the feeling, Jack; the feeling of severe pain radiating through your body…" Pitch grinned, rolling his thumb over the remains of Atheia's staff. "…of something in you being broken."

I stood up from the road, glaring down the Nightmare King as he gazed down at me with cold, smug eyes. Atheia lay still at my feet, causing a worm of worry to slither through my chest, but I pushed the feeling down, gripping my staff so tightly in my hand that I started to feel blisters form on my palm.

"Get Jamie and Atheia out of here," I growled through gritted teeth to the other Guardians.

I didn't notice Tooth's tear-streaked face or Bunny's grim look or North's anxious expression as I lept up into the air after the Nightmare King, glaring down his amused expression with one of determination.

I let out a cry of anger, whipping my staff around and shooting a bolt of electrical lightning towards Pitch, who easily returned the attack with surging Nightmare sand, pushing it down to me as he cackled wickedly.

"That trick doesn't work on me anymore!"

I let out a groan, flinging myself to the left before Pitch could contradict my attack any further. I breathed heavily, wielding my staff up higher as he smugly grinned down at me. He made no move to strike.

"Why are you doing this to her?" I gasped out, attempting to keep an even tone of voice as I could feel wind's hold struggling to keep me up from my attack.

Pitch chuckled. "She was always easy to scare…"

At my eyes widening, he let out an amused yet terrifying laugh. "Didn't you at all think of the possibilities I could come up with to torture her little mind when you sacrificed yourself in that lake?"

I was taken aback for a second, my eyes widened and my mouth agape, before hardening into a menacing glare. "How did you know about that?"

"I was there, Jack," Pitch grinned, floating closer with his every word. "I was there when you two went ice skating that day. I was there when the ice cracked under Atheia's feet. I was the reason she was so terrified. I was the reason the ice cracked under your feet. I am the reason why you died."

"NO!" I cried, flinging another ice attack towards him, to which he replied with another wave of sand.

"You said it yourself Jack!" Pitch shouted above the wind as it howled protectively around me. I shot another lightning strike of ice as Pitch countered in which his black sand. He pushed my attack back towards me, his smirk never leaving his face. "All you remembered was that it was cold and dark. You were afraid…" He spat the word out tauntingly, grinning down at me as I realised we were now only about a foot apart, the only thing separating us was the conjured ice and nightmare sand attack between the palms of our hands. He leaned down towards my ear, and I could hear the husky, smug whisper as it left his mouth. "Didn't you at all think you were scared for a reason?"

I faltered, and Pitch took the opportunity to summon another wave of nightmare sand and send it at me. I was only able to utter a cry of surprise as the wave knocked me out of the air, sending me tumbling to the ground.

(Atheia's POV)

You are Atheia, the goddess of nature. Find Jack Frost. He is your answer to everything…

Where are my manners? It is a pleasure meeting you Miss. Atheia…

So you're girl in image…

All the more reason to pick someone more qualified!
Pick? You think we pick? No! You were chosen, like we were all chosen! By Man in Moon…

What are your centers?

Hang on, is that…Jack Frost? And who's with him? Little Atheia isn't it?

We were all somebody before we were chosen…

My, my Atheia. You look absolutely horrible…

They'll never accept you. You'll never be more important than a tool to them. Look at Jack, he comes in, steals his memories, and then ditches you! You call that caring?

Open your memories! It'll help you, trust me…

My dear Rose, forever remember that you're brother and your father will always come home…

It's okay...it's okay. I'm here; and as long as I'm here, there is nothing to be afraid of…

You-you're the Overland kid?

Jack…I'm scared…

I was jerked awake by the sound of my own voice in my ears. I wrenched my ears open, the brilliant, white light blinding them as I breathed heavily; my own breath sounding raspy in my ears. I blinked a couple of times as the light stung my eyes as I struggled to pull myself up into a seating position. It was then I realised I was lying in a soft bed with crisp, white sheets. The room, I noticed was painted a blinding white and pale, silver lights shone down from the ceiling. A single, circular window stood on the opposite side of the room, showing a dark, star-filled sky, and a cream coloured bedside table stood next to where I laid. I looked down at myself, realising I was wearing a silvery-white cotton nightgown, the sleeves stopping at my wrist and the nightdress ending at my ankles. A silk robe hung off the side of the headboard of the bed, almost invisible against the white wood. I glanced around the room but seeing as it showed to be isolated, I sighed, falling back into the soft pillows of the bed.

And then everything came rushing back.

"Holy shit!" I cried, practically flinging myself out of the bed, scrambling on the cold, tile floor as I struggled to get up.

Grabbing the robe of the headboard and slipping my arms into it, I rushed over to the dark window, pressing my palms against the pristine glass as I peered out. What I saw caused a scream to lodge itself in my throat.

I was looking down at the dark, spherical shape of Earth. A faint, white glow was the only light shining down onto the planet that was otherwise mostly enveloped in darkness. I could make out the faint outlines of continents and the dark, almost black ocean. Little dots of yellow light, like the ones on the globe in the North Pole covered some parts of the earth, yet not in other areas. I suddenly recognized them as street lights.

In disbelief, I covered my mouth with one of my hands, lightly pushing my hand against the glass with the other. I yelped in surprise as the picture on the window suddenly flickered and changed, showing an abandoned street in what seemed to be India. I realised with a jolt that it was one of the streets that The Guardians, Jack and I had gone through to collect teeth. Curiously, taking away my hand from my mouth, I tapped the glass again, and once again the picture dissolved into another. This time, I recognised the tall, graceful structures of the Tooth Palace, which I noticed grimly, had started to crumble away. Large chucks of golden metal and elegant designs crumbled and vanished as they fell through the air. Once again, I touched the glass, letting the image of the Tooth Palace fade away into another street; another street I knew too well.

"Burgess…" I murmured under my breath, my eyes widening as I recognised the street to be the one where Jamie lived.

Squinting at the image, I noticed a flash of red. Inquisitively, I pressed my hand against the window again, allowing the image to change into an abandoned dead-end. I only had time to tilt my head in confusion for a moment before a number of figures ran frightfully into view. I gasped as I recognised Jamie, Tooth, North and little, miniature Bunny, all looking mentally stricken. My eyes widened and I audibly gasped, placing my hand once again over my mouth as I distinguished the limp, pale figure in North's arms. I let out a squeak of terror, muffled through my fingers as I could feel myself visibly shake.

"Oh, I see that you're awake."

I let out an ear-piercing scream, whipping around and backing into a wall as I locked eyes with the silvery, warm ones of a short, plump man. The first thing I noticed about him was a wisp of silver hair curling upright on his otherwise bald head. He was dressed in a cream-coloured suit, holding a silver tea tray in his hands, a tea pot, a sugar container and two china cups filled with tea sitting atop of it. He smiled warmly at me, somewhat calming me slightly down.

"I'm sorry if I gave you a fright; I merely came to check up on you," The man said, seemingly not affected at all by my scream.

Seeing no visible threat in the man, I straightened up, tilting my head to the side in curiosity. "Who are you exactly?"

"Where are my manners?" The man laughed, placing the tea tray on the side table and straightening his robe. "My name is Tsar Lunar, but you might know me as Manny." He smirked visibly when my eyes widened.

"Man in the moon?" I whispered in disbelief.

He nodded, walking over the bed and sitting on it, gesturing me to sit next to him, to which I hesitantly did.

"I'm sorry this visit is so sudden; I was actually planning to speak to you a lot later in time," Manny said, picking up a china cup and saucer, handing it over to me. I glanced down at the liquid, smelling the herbal scents of the tea, before taking a hesitant sip. "But because of certain…err…concerns I had to adapt to; I had to make this visit sooner."

I choked on the tea I was swallowing, coughing violently but thankfully managing to not spill any of the hot liquid still remaining in the cup. "Are you saying I'm dead?"

The man let out a musical laugh as I looked at him quizzically and in partial shock. After calming himself down, Tsar picked up his own tea, taking a swig. "Hardly," He smirked, glancing up at me with his silver eyes full of amusement. "Merely rendered unconscious for the time being." His expression turned gloomy as he sighed, taking another sip of his tea and swallowing it down. "I'm dreadfully sorry Pitch is causing you so much trouble; I had no ideas of his plans until recently."

"Yeah," I muttered, glancing at the image of North holding my limp body in his arms. "People might even start saying I'm a damsel in distress," I took another mouthful of the herbal tea. "Oh look, I'm even wearing a dress; it's like every fairy tale ever made coming to life."

Manny chuckled, finishing off his tea and placing it to the side. "Every myth and legend begins with a truth."

"So you're saying I am a damsel in distress?"

The man let out another laugh, winking at me. "Not unless you want to be."

I drank the rest of the tea, savouring the flavour as Tsar gestured to the cup and saucer, letting me hand it over to him. "It was a cruel trick Pitch played; snapping your staff like that," The man said, placing the cutlery on the tea tray as I tried not to visibly shudder at his words. "He did the same thing to Jack you know, but not as harshly."

I was taken aback, turning to look at the man. "He did the same thing to Jack?"

"He only snapped the staff in half," Manny replied grimly, folding his hands in his lap.

"How many times was it for me?" I hesitantly asked.

"Seven," The man replied, his voice showing a sense of anger. "Enough to drive someone like you into deep unconsciousness. I was barely able to get through to you in time before the nightmares attacked."

I groaned, falling back onto the bed. "Again with the damsel in distress stuff?"

Manny once again let out a chuckle. "Indeed, I'm afraid."

I sat up, smiling down to the man. "Thank you, by the way."

He returned my smile. "You're welcome, my child."

At his words, I faltered slightly, wringing my hands out in my lap. 291 years worth of questions tumbled down onto me, and I could feel nervousness creep up on me like a persistent stalker. I looked down at my hands, breathing calmly as the man beside me remained silent.

"Manny?" I uttered, not raising my head to look at him. "Why did you choose me to be…what I am?"

I could feel the man's warm, silver eyes on me. I looked up to him, seeing a soft smile graze his lips. "I choose my Guardian's and immortal spirits because of a strong uniqueness they have in themselves; their centre."

I perked up at his words. "What's my centre?"

He chuckled. "I can't directly tell you that unfortunately, but I can tell you it's almost always a strong attribute one has during their human years," He grinned at me, shoving his pearly white teeth that would no doubt make Tooth faint. "You tell me, since you got your memories back; what were you like as Atheia Rose Overland?"

My name sounded weird aloud, but I brushed off the feeling as I backtracked to my memories. I remembered laughing and having fun during my earlier years, a fond memory appearing in my mind during the spring as Jack and I made flower chains. I chuckled at the sweetness as I remembered how, even though Jack was the older, more experienced one, I would always manage to make better flower chains.

"I guess I was creative?" I laughed, causing an amused smile to spread across the man's face.

"Keep going," He ushered, patiently waiting next to me as I dived into my human memories.

I realised quickly that I wouldn't be the Guardian of something depressing, so I veered away from those memories. My brow furrowed as I sifted through the happy memories, and I chewed on my bottom lip as I searched for a strong attribute I had during those times.

Unexpectedly, the memory of my death appeared in my mind. I tilted my head to the side in confusion, diving into the memory. I remembered running through the flame-filled forest, I remember Claire surrounded by the ring of fire. I recalled leaping over the flames to get to her and the pounding of pain at my right side when I fell to the floor. My face scrunched up as I reminded myself of the branches that fell in front of me after Claire had ran off and the scream echoing in my ears as I felt myself slowly slip away and then…nothing.

I sighed in defeat, letting the memory slowly slip away to the back of my mind. "I don't know."

Manny gave me an encouraging smile, laying his hand on my arm. "Yes you do; you were on the right track."

I thought back to how determined I was to save Claire. "Stubbornness?" I directed the question to nobody in confusion.

Tsar grinned at me. "There you go."

I gave him a deadpanned look. "Are you kidding me? The Guardian of Stubbornness?"

Manny chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Well, more like persistence. The Guardian of Stubbornness and Creativity doesn't sound as good, doesn't it?"

I gaped at the plump man. "Wait…I have two centres?"

"Very unique and very rare," Tsar beamed, laying a hand on my shoulder. "You were as creative as you were persistent; a strong combination."

The words ran around my head as I attempted to take it all in. "Err…wow."

"It's the strength of those two traits that makes you what you are, and what gives you the unquestionable ability to defeat the Nightmare King. Persistence; to fight whatever he throws at you and creativeness; to contradict his fear with your own inspiration," Manny grinned, patting my shoulder in a caring way as I sat rigid with shock. "Starting with that."

I glanced up to the window that Manny gestured towards, seeing as the image changed to Pitch, his strong and feared aura growing as he smugly grinned. Squinting, I could make out one of the many wooden pieces of my staff hiding out from under his robe.

"My staff?" I questioned is disbelief, pulling my eyes away from the disturbing image and looking down to Tsar. "You mean I can fix it? Here? Now?"

Manny grinned. "With the right strategies."

"But how?" I asked, glancing at him as I pulled myself off the bed, padding over to the glass and gazing at the wooden piece of many that were hidden under the dark robes of the Nightmare King in the image.

"Use your centres," The voice behind me said, faith and encouragement visible in his voice.

I turned to him. He still sat on the bed, a gentle smile gracing his lips. He seemed to glow with confidence. I turned back to the image, grimacing. I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as I closed my eyes and cupped my hands together.

Furrowing my brows in concentration, I pushed all the negative thoughts from my head.

C'mon…persistence and creativity…flower chains and determination…

I muttered endless strings of words under my breath, tensing the muscles in my hands as they cupped together. I willed the many pieces of the staff to move and flow together like streams of liquid, mending themselves together.

Persistence…creativity…

Feeling nothing, I gritted my teeth, willing the pieces further. I imagined them moving, floating in the air and piecing themselves together. I let out a groan of pain, but otherwise ignoring the aching in my muscles and the blossoming headache.

C'mon! I am a Guardian of Childhood! I shrieked in my head, holding in my breath and I tensed even further. I am Atheia Rose Overland and I am the Guardian of Persistence and Creativity!

Something blossomed in my chest, sending a wave of power coursing through my limbs. I let out a cry as I flew back, falling back onto the cold tiles of the room. I wrenched my eyes open, seeing only blinding yellow light.

"Manny?!" I cried, whipping my head to each side to try and spot the man.

"Don't worry Atheia," I heard the man's voice, a proud smile seeming to come with them as they echoed from all around me. "This is all part of the process for sending you back. My time with you is up unfortunately."

"Send me back?"

"I trust we'll meet again soon, young goddess."

The light glowed brighter, causing me to let out a cry and squeeze my eyes shut, covering them with my arm. A buzzing sound filled my ears as the air was knocked from my lungs. I felt myself falling in darkness for a few moments, before a loud bang erupted in my ears and everything went black.

(Jack's POV)

Despite any contrary beliefs, rooftops and dumpsters hurt.

I had fallen through the air, my mind in a state of paralysed shock as the wind rushed up and around me, unable to keep me in the air. I slammed into the corner of a rooftop which knocked the air out of my lungs, then proceeded to fall another three storeys onto the side of a dumpster, tumbling off the side to collapse onto the cold pavement, my staff knocking itself out of my hands.

I heard Jamie cry my name, to which I groaned in reply, struggling to pull myself up. I heard the shuffles of feet as the Guardians and Jamie rushed over to me. I peeled open my eyes, seeing Jamie's brown ones look down at me in worry. I replied with a reassuring grin as North laid a hand on my shoulder.

"That was good try Jack; 'A' for effort," He said, pulling me up.

"He's stronger," I breathed heavily, partially leaning against North as I could feel myself internally healing from the blows. "I can't beat him."

And then it clicked.

"North…where's Atheia?"

North chuckled calmly. "Don't worry Jack; she's right over…" North turned, his face paling as he realised he was gesturing to an empty spot on the pavement. "…there."

I pushed myself off North, frantically scrambling to the spot the Guardian of Wonder gestured to. Tooth's eyes widened and Bunny's ears flattened to the back of his head as I tugged on my hair worriedly, my eyes scanning the pavement.

"North?! Where is she?! She's not here!" I cried, not even noticing that I had started to walk in circles.

"Err…" He said, rubbing the back of his head. "Maybe she is lost?"

"How does an unconscious person get lost?!" I shrieked, painfully tugging at my hair even further.

"Well…"

The rest of North's sentence was cut off as a loud roar of thunder crashed in the sky and a dark chuckle echoed throughout the walls. I grabbed my staff, which had been previously lying on the pavement and held in up in front of me, looking around for the owner the chuckle. The four of us made a protective circle around the last light, backing into the wall as the shadows advanced closer.

"All this fuss over one little boy and still he refuses to stop believing," The voice jeered as the shadows flickered across the walls. "Very well; there are other was to snuff out a light."

At his words, a shadow hand appeared on the right wall, reaching up and bursting the bulbs in the lights. I could feel Jamie start to visible tremble, and I stood in front of him protectively, my staff glowing a light blue as it searched for the Nightmare King.

"If you want him, you'll have to go through me," The miniature version of Bunny said, hopping in front of the rest of us and holding his paws up.

Pitch gasped in amusement, a shadow hand reaching out towards the little bunny. "Look how fluffy you are!" Bunny flinched at the hand. "Would you like a scratch behind the ear?"

The little, grey rabbit scrambled away, hopping up into North's hand. "Don't you even think about it!"

"I can't tell you how happy it makes me to see you all like this," Pitch's voice echoed, ignoring Bunny's remark as a herd of nightmares trotted towards them, snorting and pawing at the ground in impatience, with the Nightmare King atop the furthest one. He smirked down at us, his golden eyes glowing with triumph. "You look awful."

The shadows stretched further along the pavement until they stretched over my bare feet. I could feel Jamie breathing anxiously behind me as another clap of thunder echoed in the dark sky.

"Jack," He uttered in a quiet voice, causing me to look down at him worriedly. His normally joy-filled eyes now held utter terror. "I'm scared."

I got on my knees, leveling my eyes with his as I placed my hand on his shoulder. I wanted to say something, anything to the boy but the words lodged themselves in my throat. My mind drew to a blank for a few moments before a familiar memory resurfaced itself behind my eyes.

"Jack…I'm scared…"
"I know, I know. B-but you're gonna be alright…"

"…we're gonna have a little fun instead," I breathed, forgetting for a fraction of a second that Jamie was there. "That's it!" I cried, my eyes widening as I gripped both of the boy's shoulders in my hands. "That's my centre!"

Jamie only stared at me in confusion, before another roar of thunder rumbled in the sky. Pitch laughed, advancing another few steps closer towards us as I secretly grabbed a handful of snow from the side, molding it into a ball behind my back as I straightened up.

"So what do you think, Jamie?" The grey-skinned man laughed. "Do you believe in the Boogeyman?"

I was just about to let the ball of ice fly from my grasp when another voice sounded in the air, shocking me into a rigid stop.

"Well, I wouldn't be surprised Pitch, since you rant off about it enough."

Everyone's heads whipped to the side, squinting at a figure hidden in the shadows, leaning against the wall as it chuckled under its breath. A tanned, bare foot stepped out of the shadows and my gaping expression turned to one of sheer delight as the rest of the figure stepped out.

Atheia stood smirking, her figure leaning against her fully-connected staff, which pulsed green with energy. Her sharp, green eyes glinted smugly and her long, locks of chocolate-brown hair flowed down her back to curl at her waist. I realised with relief as I recognised the deep, green tank top, denim shorts and black, silk, hooded cloak of her usual attire and, as if she could read my mind, she glanced down to her clothing, a joyful smile gracing her lips.

"Well, thank Hades for no more dresses."

Pitch looked frantic, glancing down to his robe and patting it down, realising it was empty. He glared daggers at the Nature Goddess, growling lowly in his throat. "You again? I thought I had finally rid the world of you."

Atheia shrugged, leaning against the wall. "Sorry Pitch; I'm too awesome to die."

Pitch hardened his glare, snarling in anger. "You, are an insolent, little-"

His words were cut off as I flung the hidden snowball from behind my back towards the Nightmare King. Jamie let out a laugh, covering his mouth afterwards. North and Atheia barked out laughs themselves, not bothering to cut them off. I locked eyes with Atheia as I juggled another snowball in my hand, grinning over to her as she beamed proudly at me. I looked down to Jamie, whose eyes held confusion yet, a spark of curiosity and thrill.

"Now let's go get your friends."

Dun da da! Atheia's a bad ass ;)

Thankyou to Shelia (Guest) for telling me that she seemed too much like a damsel in distress, that helped me shape this chapter A LOT better than what it was originally :)

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Review Responses:

storygirl99210: No problem! I love giving cookies to my reviewers! :D I'm pretty sure Atheia's okay, if she's smart-mouthing to the bad guy that is ;) Thanks for the review! Here's another cookie to you! :D (::)

dream lighting: *sheepishly chuckles* yeah...I'm cruel...;) But look! She's back! That counts for something, right? Sorry I took a while though...but at least the chapter's longer! :D Here's a cookie! :D (::)

booklover1598: Hahaha! ;) Another cookie to you then seeing as you like them so much! (::) No, hahaha...I made sure Atheia didn't die for reals...she would never let me live it down ;) I'm glad you liked the chapter! Thanks for reviewing! :D

JustPlainOldMe: 'To be or not to be' it is. ;) Now for another question: You predicted the guardians would leave or help her...but did that include the famous MIM? *smirks* I was actually planning MIM to talk to Atheia, and so I thought Pitch breaking her staff would give MIM the perfect opportunity to do so...it was only a little bit late that I thought that it might be too predictable...eh...*shrugs* it's good now, and I'm pretty happy with the outcome :) YAY! I progress well! ;) And I give Atheia sass! :D:D:D *dances around the room* Sorry...my mum went crazy and bought 30 cans worth of soft drink...so you can see where that leads...;) And Jamie having a crush on Atheia? I cracked up so hard at that! XD Now I wanna see that cute little one-shot! XD I was actually thinking of writing a series of a couple of drabbles about the before/after of the story (at the same time as writing my next one, just in case I got some random inspiration), so I found it hilariously coincidental that you mentioned that! :D I'll be sure to incorporate it in! And give you credit obviously! ;) You're gonna get fat on cookies? So, you want me to give you less? *smirks* I'll just give you a bunch for now because I adore all the nice things and lovely chats you enable me to have! (::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(: :)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::) (::)(::)(::)(::)(::) Also, I'm glad I cleared the stuff up about the new story ideas :) I'm glad you're looking forward to them! :) And you say thanks for a long reply? I say thanks for your awesomely, long reviews! They always bring a smile to my face :) Speaking of reviews, I reached my hundredth today! :D I'm so happy! You've done, like half of them anways ;) So I thank you! You can have a miniature Bunny because you make me feel special and loved! :D *passes you Bunny* As always, thank you for the continued support :)

Storylover4ever: The best ROTG story out there? Really? Awww! *blushes* thankyou! :) I feel so special! Thankyou for the sweet review! You deserve a cookie! (::)

Shelia: Thankyou! I needed to know! You helped me a lot with this chapter! I am SOOO grateful for your review! I had to laugh at the 'damsel in distress' part, and I suddenly wondered what would happen if Atheia heard someone say/think that about her, hense the part in the story where she grimaces over it ;) Again, THANKYOU for that review, it helped a lot. Here's a cookie! (::) By the way, you're my 100th reviewer! Congratz man! :D

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What is your favourite pairing for Rise of The Guardians?

Mine, admittedly, is JackxOlder!Jamie; I just find that pairing adorable! I also support ToothxBunny, and a little bit of ToothxPitch...but what are your thoughts? Tell me in the reviews! :D

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