Author's Note: A few things about this chapter: for those who read the Kane chronicles, I couldn't find Felix's last name so I made one up and Elizabeth and James are Sam's niece and nephew. For the people who left a review, thank you! If you have any suggestions or comments, please don't be afraid to leave it as a review or PM me. Enjoy!
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Sam's P.O.V.
The wind is knocked out of me when I land, but that doesn't stop me from getting out of the sack and pushing a dagger to Jack's neck. "What the bloody hell?"
A voice calls out from behind me. "Oi, Sheila, can you put down the knife?" My head snaps around and survey my new surroundings. I was in a huge room with a skylight and a globe twinkling with lights. Besides Sandy, Jack, and me, there were three other people in the room; a six foot bunny, a.k.a. the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, and a potbelly man, Santa Clause.
Studying them, I feel my body tense. Sandy is the only one that is moving as he tugs at my hand. Slowly, I pull put my hand down to my side but I keep the dagger unsheathed. Jack immediately flies up to the rafters, far away from my reach. Sandy expertly places himself between me and the Guardian of Wonder.
Not able to take a hint, the jolly Russian takes a step towards me. A flash of fear hits me and I take a step back before I can stop myself. Sandy sends him a glare. Unfortunately, the Easter Bunny was smarter. "North, you scaring her."
"I am not scared!" I protest. To make a point, I sheath my dagger but keep an eye trained on North. Quickly, I change subjects. "Why did you bring me here?"
The Tooth Fairy flutters closer to me, her little helpers following her. "Hello, I'm Tooth! Manny chose you to be the new Guardian!"
Irritated, I reply, "Yes, I know that and I already rejected the offer. Being a Guardian isn't my thing." Tooth widens her violet eyes in surprise and backs away. The overgrown rabbit is the next one to step up.
"What makes you think that, Sheila?" He asks me, raising an eyebrow.
"You can stop calling me 'Sheila', my name's Sam." I snap at him. Trying to make myself relax, I pull Twigs out of my hood and start to stroke her mossy pelt. Turning back to him, I ask, "Before I answer that question, answer this: who do Guardians protect?"
Confusion flickers through his green eyes before he answers. "We protect children."
"Ah, you missed something." I say. "You protect human children. If you go by that, I'm not a Guardian."
"What do you mean by that?" Jack asks, starting to float back down to the ground.
I raise my eyebrows. "Wow, you guys really have no idea who I am, do you?" Sandy shakes his head. "Okay then. To start with, my job is to protect and guide mythical beings."
The white haired teen asks another question. "Doesn't mythical mean made up?"
"Yes, that's what it means but we're mythical and we still exist, don't we?" I hiss at him. He nods and flies float a bit higher than before. "Anyways, the children I protect are the ones you usually ignore."
"Really? I deliver presents to every child, no matter what! Find me one kid that I don't know." North challenges, puffing out his chest a bit.
As with most challenges directed to me, I accept it. "Okay, what about Felix Waldport, a magician, and James and Elizabeth Foxe, who are fairies." Seeing North hesitate, I raise my eyebrow and give a little smirk. "No? Didn't think so."
"Oo, I heard of them! Well, not James Foxe, though." Tooth jumps in. "Elizabeth lost her tooth a couple a weeks ago. It was just the cutest canine!"
"See, in a group of five dedicated to protect the children of the world, only one actually knows the kids that I protect." Now pacing, I start to rant. "I don't need to be told who to protect and when I need to stop protecting them. I protect them until they die, whether it is at ten, sixteen, fifty, or two hundred. I don't want to be a Guardian and you can't-!" I am cut off when a giant hole opens in the floor and we are all pulled in.
Hehe, another cliffhanger. I'm just that evil.