Hellow! Sorry for the long wait.

I DO NOT own Rise of the Guardians or Dracula, I'm just having some fun with the Characters.

Wolves raced through a snowbound forest, intent on their prey. The lead wolf's lip curled in a savage grin as he smelled the fear in the air. The wolves' prey, a silver haired woman, gasped for breath as she wove between the trees. She could not afford to let them catch her.

She once again cursed her lack of magical transportation; she was the Spirit of Possibilities for Moon's sake! She, of all the spirits, should have alternate means of transportation; but NoOoo…

Suddenly an idea came to her and she could slapped herself; nearly six centuries of existence and she never thought of this? She was the spirit of Possibilities meaning – for her – if she could imagine it, she could make it work. She had heard rumors that the Guardians were gathering the spirits – and prayed it was true. She brushed her bangs out of her face and began visualizing the North Pole – she had been there exactly once, but still remembered – and herself there. The wolf that leapt at her went straight through her and her pursuers watched as she faded from view.

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"HOW?! HOW COULD YOU LET HER GET AWAY?!" Flint and his lieutenants, just returned from their failed mission, cowered beneath Dracula's scarlet glare.

"F-forgive us, master…" even Flint was trembling as he tried desperately to explain himself. "She is the Spirit of Possibilities… we had no idea she could –" He cut off with a yelp as Dracula's backhand flung him into two other wolves.

Flint staggered to his paws, his muzzle bleeding from several deep claw marks. "I DIDN'T ASK FOR EXCUSES! I ASKED FOR RESULTS!"

Pitch – most unhelpfully – chose this moment to comment. "I believe that's THREE spirits that have slipped from your grasp now?" he addressed Flint. "How pathetic…"

"Is there a reason you're intruding, or do you just want to see how furious I can get?" Dracula snarled, bearing down on his ally with all the rage of an impending storm.

Pitch simply smiled, completely unfazed. "I suppose it was really more of the latter, now that you mention it… but I do have a legitimate reason for being here. Correct me if I'm wrong, but it APPEARS that your wolves may not be doing their job quite as well as they could be… would you like me to take over for a while?"

"Take… over?" The vampire forced out through gritted teeth. "Last I checked… you failed the last time you were in charge."

Now Pitch felt his anger rising. "Well, if you're going to have such worthless help. If you want it done right you'll. Do. It. YOURSELF!"

Dracula paused and straightened. "You may be right…" Pitch looked a little smug. "…for once." Dracula turned back to his wolves as Pitch's expression faded and snarled. "Get out of my sight!" The wolves slunk away into the shadows as Dracula turned to Pitch. "Let's get started."

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For once, all was relatively peaceful and quiet at the North Pole. North, Tooth, Bunny, and Seamair stood near the Globe and discussed their plans to fight Pitch and Dracula, Sandy and Fawn listened close by, while Kalo and Asteri talked quietly in a semi-private corner. Jack and Chroma lay curled asleep together, his arm around her and her head on his chest. The whole scene was so tranquil, one could almost forget everything that was wrong with the world...

POP!

"NORTH!" Everyone looked up as the air was showered with rainbow- colored confetti. A young woman stumbled into view, her chest heaving. She glanced frantically around the room – as if to make she was in the right place – and then smiled in relief. "I-I made it!" Before anyone could move, she collapsed onto Chroma and Jack.

"OH, FOR CRYIN' OUT LOUD!" Chroma shoved the poor girl off the couch. "How many chances does the Spirit of Autumn get to nap!?" "

Hey…" Jack sat up and rubbed his eyes" "…that's Xin – Spirit of the New Year."

"Oh." Chroma blushed with embarrassment. "Well… get your own couch!"

North and Bunny were quick to help Xin to her feet. "Xin… it been long time," North said as she crumpled into an armchair. "You do not look well… has something happened?"

"W-wolves!" her golden eyes filled with horror at the memory. "They chased me for days… wouldn't stop for anything… I thought I was done for…" Xin shook her head as if trying to clear the ordeal from her mind.

Chroma looked slightly guilty for the way she had treated the newcomer as the spirit's silver ringlets bounced against her pale pulled Chroma back onto his lap as Fawn pressed a cup into Xin's hand. "We are safe enough here, you may let yourself recover." The Spirit of Possibilities downed the liquid in one gulp and Fawn gently refilled the cup – this time it was drunk much slower.

As Xin set aside the cup, Chroma threw a blanket at her. "Get some sleep; sounds like you earned it." In smiled, accepting the apology Chroma was too proud – or was it embarrassed? – to say, and curled up on the chair; she fell asleep within seconds. "What? She deserves a nap." Chroma responded defensively as the other Spirits looked at her with amused expressions and Jack chuckled into her hair.

"What I dnnae understand," Seamair changed the subject suddenly, his eyes on where Fawn had curled up in another armchair, her green eyes flickering around the room. "Is ye young Spirit's ages." The Leprechaun turned to Kalo. "The oldest of ye is what, nineteen?" Kalo nodded, confirming his physical age. "Why're ye so young, eh?"

The four teenagers glanced at each other, as though trying to decide who would explain it. "Because our young bodies – our young hearts – are better able to handle the sudden influx of power."

Tooth frowned at Fawn's words. "What is sudden about the Moon choosing you?"

"Ya don't understand," Chroma interrupted. "None o' ya do. Y'all GREW into your powers – grew into who you are. We didn't get that luxury. Our powers hit us like an avalanche."

Kalo growled angrily. "Chroma…"

"What are you saying?"

"She's saying that we all… died." Jack's arms tightened around Chroma's waist, waiting for the room to explode – because even after four years he had never told the other Guardians the truth.

"You WHAT!?" Poor Xin was startled awake by Tooth's scream.

"Y'all DIED, Frostbite?"

Asteri was silent – she had known – as the North Star she had seen each of them die.

Sandy asked a question and Jack translated. "How?" he shrugged. "Hypothermia." It wasn't technically a lie… "

A Flood." Fawn spoke softly.

"Avalanche." Kalo's anger at Chroma's comment was now understandable.

"A knife. And each a sacrifice for a child – whether we knew them or not."

"You must have suffered so much…" Tooth flitted from spirit to spirit, looking absolutely heartbroken. "Why didn't you tell us Jack? We could have helped you…"

"It wasn't a big deal. Besides, I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

"We all would." Eyes flicked to Kalo as he made that announcement and the girls nodded.

"Not a big deal?!" How can DYING not be a big deal?!" The teenagers refused to look up from the floor and Kalo's jaw clenched – they were obviously done talking about it. And Tooth was obviously not going to give up. "GUYS…" she growled, her hand's on her hips. "Tell me what happened or else…"

"Or else what?"

Tooth continued to press the teens and their silence became angrier, until Kalo stood from where he was leaning against a table and walked out. A minute later, Chroma stood and pulled Jack to his feet before they followed Kalo. Tooth had let up a little but it was barely another minute before Fawn too left the room. Tooth finally fell silent as Fawn disappeared – realizing that they now had no idea where the Seasons were.

"Could you have not let it go, Tooth?" North asked softly as Xin looked around in confusion, still not quite awake.

"But they have to talk about it!"

"Did you ever stop to consider that they DO talk?" Asteri demanded. "Because they do – just with people who can actually understand. I know for a fact that Jack and Chroma talk all the time, Kalo talks to the Sun, and Fawn either talks to the trees of joins Jack and Chroma. Just because they aren't willing to talk to us doesn't mean they don't talk." Tooth looked like she'd been slapped.

"Chroma's right. We don't understand – we've never died; never felt our lungs fill with blood, never heard the sound of rocks falling around us, never felt a cold so intense we could feel our blood freezing, and never felt the helplessness of reaching for something to hold onto and finding nothing but water. Let them alone Toothiana; because to them, none of that mattered in the knowledge that it was them and not an innocent child." Asteri's voice caught on the last sentence and tears sparkled in her eyes; Tooth's tears came thick and fast, and Xin was crying softly. The men looked pained and shocked at what they had just learned.

"I- I'm sorry…" Tooth sniffed, looking desperately towards where the Seasons had gone. "I just wanted to help. I wasn't thinking… should I go talk to them?"

North put a hand on her shoulder. "We will go together." Sandy followed the two out as they left to find the Seasons.

Seamair turned to face the ones who were left. "We better hope this little row is a one-time happening… Pitch an' Dracula won't have to worry about fightin' us if we tear each other apart."

Here you go! Aww... I hurt my feels writing this one.

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~~Wavelength