The little girl looked upon this world and sighed sadly.

"Why isn't there anyone to keep them safe? Why aren't there people who can and will fight the darkness and keep this blue and green planet from succumbing to the shadows?"

"Because you wished for it."

The little girl turned around to see someone walking towards her on the ground she was standing on, though he didn't seem to be affected by gravity as much as she was. The little man hopped towards her until her green eyes were meeting his golden ones.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"I am Sanderson Mansnoozie, one of the last dreamweavers of the Golden Age."

The little girl reached out to touch him, and then said, "What happened to the other ones?"

"Too afraid to fly." Sanderson answered simply. "They don't want to collect wishes because of the impending darkness this Pitch is bringing; Pitch would kill them if they were captured by him." He looked down at the ground, putting his hands on his ears and closing his eyes as the pictures of Earth were suddenly replaced by images of shooting stars falling onto meteors, crashing into planets, and being thrown into black holes. She looked on as he shivered.

"Sandy is scared too…"

"Then why are you still here?"

"I must show people that there's something worth fighting for, even when you're afraid." He said. "I want to bring dreams to people, and give them hope, have them marvel at the wonders I bring them. I have them remember sweet memories and give them faith when they need it the most, and who knows, maybe they'll have fun and gain courage. Maybe they'll tell wonderful stories of what I show them. And they will know how to trust, know that there is someone watching over them and protecting them, a Guardian forevermore."

He looked back at her, this time smiling. "What are you going to do about this?"

"…Maybe I can wish Pitch back into existence," the little girl decided.

"After all, he is my father."

Sandy smiled at the little girl.

"You can do something for this planet in need." He held up his pinky. "Promise?"

She raised her own and entwined it with his. "Promise."

When the little girl woke up, she had decided. She would help fend off the darkness that was only beginning to threaten Earth. Her resolve firm, she began to make plans.

The day this girl's plans were finalized years later, the day she came to our planet and became Mother Nature was the same day Sanderson Mansnoozie, soon to become the Sandman, crashed on Earth.

And their story was only beginning, just as the Moon Clipper came to our galaxy.

Prince Lunanoff – the boy soon to become the Man in the Moon – and Nightlight were on that same ship, getting away from Pitch, and the situation ultimately ended with the Moon coming to Earth and gaining its nightlight.

Bunnymund's species was destroyed, and he came to Earth as well, bringing his chocolate and his eggs and his hope with him.

North was led by a moonbeam to Santoff Claussen, a peaceful place where Katherine and Ombric were going to need help.

Toothiana was suddenly out of her cage, with her new assistants that looked almost like her fighting for their mother; and all because one tooth didn't belong to her.

Jack was met with the light of the Moon as soon as he plunged into the freezing waters, and was made the Spirit of Winter, being able to protect his little sister and her descendants – even if he didn't remember her.

Jamie was the last flickering light when all hope seemed lost for the Guardians, and as long as there was one light, the others could be rekindled.

And as for Sandy? Sandy got his wish.

But as for the fateful wish of the little girl, its tale ends.

If any of you are wondering why Sandy just gave MN a dream that says the future of an alternate universe of people that neither of them know, then take it as one of those "prophecy dreams" or something – sometimes Sandy doesn't create dreams himself; sometimes he just supplies the dreamsand and leaves the dreaming to us. As for Sandy appearing in her dream – it was because their subconscious linked up from the wish, and the dream-giver would like to explain some junk.

(Yeah, I'm lazy and uncreative and unreasonable with my reasons.)

Headcanon #1: Like in Adventure Time (by Pen Ward), prophecy dreams occur from time to time in the Golden Age.

Just so you know, Mother Nature isn't as young as she is implied to be – I'm thinking she was around ten years old when Kozmotis turned to Pitch, and that the war with Pitch lasted longer than you think. That and she must have been eleven by the time this fic starts.

So, enough with headcanons. I hope you liked the lovely little thing!