So here's another chapter :) Thank you to those who reviewed. This chapter is all from the Guardian's point of view. I tried to keep them in character as best I could, but if I messed up, I welcome constructive criticism. No flames, please!


It had been thirty years since the Guardians had defeated Pitch. Thirty years since the Boogeyman had returned to his place under the bed. The five Guardians knew that fear would always be present-but they hoped they could keep it from ruling the hearts of the children they protected.

The five had returned to their homes after the nightmares had gone. Sandy to the sky, Bunnymund to the Warren, North to the Pole, Tooth to her palace, and Jack to the rooftops and snow of his self-declared home. All had watched warily for those thirty years. Luckily, that time had been uneventful.

That, however, was all about to change.


North was instructing the Yetis on how to fix the multitude of toys that the helves had broken recently when the whispers began. The words were impossible to decipher, each sound was slurred together with the next, but there was something threatening about it.

North put a finger to his lips as he looked around for the source. The Yetis shushed immediately, one of them having to kick an elf that was chattering away.

North's eyebrows furrowed as he searched the room for the whisperer. As soon as all was silent, the sound was suddenly clear.

"Hello, Nicholas St. North. It's been a long time, hasn't it?"

North's eyes narrowed, and his hand went to the swords at his belt.

"Who are you?" He called in his heavy Russian accent.

The whisperer laughed. "Oh, don't tell me you've forgotten so soon! It's only been a few hundred years."

North's swords were in his hands faster than his elves could blink. He could almost recognize the voice-and he was almost dreading who he thought it was. Dread was not an emotion familiar to the great Santa Claus, but it was present in that room, hanging over their heads.

"Show yourself," He growled, fists gripping the hilts of his swords.

"Whatever you say."

Almost out of nowhere, a figure stepped out of the shadows and into sight. He was colorless-that was the first thing that North noticed. Everything about him was gray, almost lifeless. He appeared to be in his late teens, yet a sense of malevolence accompanied him that felt far older than he looked to be.

The gray boy smiled, though it looked to be more of a grimace.

"Hello, old friend."

"We are not friends, Wolf, and we never will be!" North made a slashing motion. His eyes were dark, his swords ready to send the boy back to the shadows he had come from. However, North knew it would do no good to attack. Inevitably, the Wolf would retaliate.

"Oh, that's too bad," Wolf said with a mockingly sad look on his face. The gray around him melded together, and he disappeared, only to appear again on top of the globe. "Better prepare the Guardians, Nick. A storm's coming, and I doubt you'll survive it." Wolf grinned toothily at North, before fading from sight.

North wasted no time in taking the small lever on his desk and pushing it down. An Aurora emanated from it, visible to only the Guardians.

The wolves were coming.

The Guardians could waste no time.


The Tooth Fairy, known to her friends as Toothiana or merely Tooth, was in her palace when the lights from the Pole reached her. The fairies were bustling to and fro, and Tooth herself had recently returned from the field. There was no way she was going to stay in her home, away from the children, for another 440 years.

"Up and at 'em, ladies!" She called to a small group of her fairies who were just coming up from the castle to take the shift in Asia. They twittered at her words, before flying off. Tooth was about to go with them when the lights caught her attention. Her violet eyes widened. Oh, no. She flew towards the Pole as fast as her wings could carry her, a few of her helpers flying quickly to catch up to their leader.


The Sandman was on his cloud of sand at that moment. Long, glistening strands of gold were everywhere, sending good dreams to every sleeping child. He may have not spoken it aloud to anyone, but he loved his calling as a Guardian. The sun was just beginning to rise, he was just preparing to move on to another place in another continent when the lights came. Sandy immediately gathered his sand to him, forming it into the very same plane he had used 30 years ago on that night when Pitch had returned. He flew towards the Pole. Though he was the oldest Guardian, and the wisest by many standards, Sandy did not know what was to come.


E. Aster Bunnymund was in the Warren at that time. Easter was not for another few months, but he always had to get ready early for the springtime. He was supervising the dying of the millions of eggs needed for Easter, making sure they would all be ready. It was far too cold up on the surface for the Easter Bunny anyway.

The lights were moving through the tunnels, rushing to find Bunnymund. He sensed them before he saw them, his ears twitching. He sighed. Not again. He couldn't ignore the summons, though. Bunnymund rose from his crouch on a rock, and began his trip up to the surface.


Jack Frost had used to think that he would hate being a guardian. However, over the past 30 years, he had found that he loved it. At that moment, he was on the rooftops of Jamie's old town. His friend had long since moved, but it was still one of Jack's favorite places to be. He whooped as he flew from house to house, bringing snow and the sound of laughter with him. Jack landed on a telephone pole, tapping his staff on his shoulder. He grinned down at the town, walking along one of the lines that were above the houses. Some people might get bad reception, but hey. They'd have more of a reason to come outside, right? The plastic, rubber, and whatever else was on those lines froze as he walked over them.

Jack looked down at the ground, noticing a group of kids who were just sitting in the snow. They needed some fun, he decided. And who was better to bring them that than the Guardian of Fun, Jack Frost himself? He stepped off of the line and into the air. The moment his feet touched the ground, Jack began making a snowball. He breathed gently on it, the color changing from white to a light blue. He drew his hand back, and tossed it at a dark haired boy, hitting the side of his head. A grin spread across Jack's face as that one snowball began a full-on snowball fight. Jack laughed as he threw another snowball.

Then, he saw the Aurora.

"Gotta go, kids," He mumbled. He began to run, leaving light footprints behind in the snow, before calling; "Wind! Take me to the Pole!"

The wind heard the winter spirit, and lifted him up. North hadn't called them together since Pitch had gone… Jack pushed his feelings of worry to the back of his mind for that moment, though. He'd figure everything out once he reached the Pole.