Author's Note: Okay, got past that bit of writer's block. You can thank my friends for that. They decided to read the story and they really liked it. So I'm try my best to finish it the fastest I can. Hope you like it!

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Sam's POV

For the second time that day, my breath is knocked out of me and I find myself holding my dagger. The others were on the ground beside me and starting to get up. Cautiously, I stand and survey our surroundings. We were in a forest clearing and it was almost pitch black.

"Well, isn't it my five favorite people!" A voice calls out from the shadows. I whip my head around, trying to see the source of the voice, but it was too dark.

The Guardians get themselves into an attack position. "Pitch! Show yourself!" Jack shouts.

A tall man with black spikey hair and yellow eyes steps out of the shadows. "Very well, here I am." Pitch's eyes land on me and widen in surprise. He claps his hands and says, "Oh good, finally an actual mutual party."

I raise my eyebrow and switch my dagger with my bow. North looks at me before looking back at Pitch. "You know her?"

"Of course, we all heard of her! She's the Queen of the Silent Court!" Pitch exclaims, waving his hands around. I stiffen at my nickname and the rest of them pale.

"No, her name's Samantha Creature, mate," Bunny protests.

Shaking my head, I explain, "Yeah, that's my name but the Queen of the Silent Court is my nickname that I deemed when somebody tried to mess with my charges." I send a glare to Pitch, who winces at the memory. "It just stuck when more spirits messed with my creatures or charges."

"You got quite a reputation, Sam." North says, shaking his head. "Almost every spirit is afraid of you." I shrug my shoulders and stay quiet. The Queen of the Silent Court isn't necessarily my nicest side.

"One question though: what are you doing with them?" Pitch asks me.

"Manny chose her to be the new Guardian." Jack answers smugly.

Pitch considers this for a second before saying anything else. "I don't know whether to be laughing or to be terrified."

"Why would it be funny?" Tooth asks, looking very confused.

I decide to speak up. "Another reason I can't join the Guardians is that I have to know and maintain balance between fear and good things like hopes, dreams, wonder, and fun for the people I protect. Too little fear and they get cocky and get themselves killed, too much and they become paralyzed when they need to fight, getting themselves or others killed. It's a very fine line that separates them."

Pitch snaps his fingers and several nightmares step out of the shadows. "Care to demonstrate?"

"No, but I feel like you're going to make me though." I reply stiffly, stringing my bow.

He laughs and does a hand gesture. The nightmares start to come closer. "You're right, Sam." A nightmare comes to close for comfort and I release the arrow. It flies true and it hits the nightmare, making a black cloud of sand. "That's not what I meant!" Pitch yells.

I laugh. "I've never been one to follow rules." Another nightmare approaches me. This time it charges at me before I'm able to shoot. I sidestep it and as it runs past, I brush its side with my fingertips. As it stops, I see a gold streak from where I touched it and the mare is now confused.

Cautiously, I approach it. When I'm standing in front of it, I put my hands on either side of its face. The black sand underneath my hands turns to gold and starts spreading through the rest of the mare. Soon, the once black mare was entirely gold. I hear the others gasp behind me.

Turning back to Pitch, I say, "There, you got your demonstration now leave. I'm tired of all this and I got a job to do. So if you, Pitch, would leave and you guys would let me leave, I'll be as happy as can be."

"Fine," Pitch says, summoning his nightmares around him, "I'll leave. I don't need to need to see your bad side again. But before I do, have this." He pulls out something from under his cloak and tosses it to me. Instinct causes me to grab it. When I touch it, an overpowering wave of fear hits me. Gasping, I nearly collapse on the ground.

I hear Pitch cackle. "I know you were already planning to be a mutual party, but this is just something to insure that you don't cause interference." Memories of my last day flash before my eyes. I feel a hand on my shoulder and I jerk away, reaching for my dagger.

"Hey, it's okay. It's okay." Tooth soothes but I'm not listening anymore. I curl up in a ball and watch my last day over and over again.

Third POV

The Guardians watch the young spirit sob on the forest floor. Tooth tries to calm her down but it wasn't working. Sandy flies in front of them and makes a jack-o'-lantern over his head. Their confusion shows on their face. He points at Sam then at the picture over his head.

"You want us to bring her to Hallow? Why?" North asks him. Sandy points to the necklace on Sam's neck. They all look closer. The amulet was of a jack-o'-lantern. "They're friends?" He sighs and nods his head.

"Well come on then!" Bunny scoops up Sam and waits for North to open up his snow globe portal. Reluctantly, he follows the rest to Hallow's place.