Taking the seat in the armchair across from Bunny, Fable looked over the Guardians "Any particular reason as to why you all have graced me with your presence?"

Glancing at North, a devilish smile played on her lips. "Did I make the Naughty list?"

Jack laughed. "What could you possibly do to make the Naughty list?"

Fable's eyes hardened. "Never judge a book by its cover Snowflake. Before I settled down, I was quite the little mischief maker."

"Settled down?"

Fable grabbed for an unclaimed tea cup. Taking a careful sip, she nodded. "The ability to read wasn't always so common. Before I was given the library, I traveled everywhere, telling tales of heroism, romance, adventure, magic, and so on….. I got a little over zealous when it came to the adults that couldn't see me. Actually I had the ability to manipulate fire."

Tooth looked up, enraptured. "I didn't know you were a fire elemental."

Setting the cup down, the knowledge spirit glanced at the flames that roared in the grate. "Once, a long time ago, when story telling by the fires became a….Dead art, Man in the Moon took that away. I never used to be so bookish actually. I could read well enough, but it took some time to adjust to books and the written word being the main form of passing tales on…. Anyway, from time to time I would come across a preacher or two who claimed me a demon, my hands had this tendency to slip….And out of nowhere, their trousers would spontaneously combust."

Her eyes glittered behind her glasses, as a smile to match danced merely on her lips. "North hasn't forgiven me, even if it has been, oh 100 years give or take."

She took another drink of tea, pausing for a second, Fable laughed, her voice like crinkling paper. "Oh my, I was rambling; sorry it's been a while since I've spoken with those who can actually talk back. So, back to my question, what has caused you to come a tapping upon my chamber door?"

Setting his cup down, North focused his attention on the wisp of a girl. "Manny spoke, said you request our presence?"

Fable's eyes widened and she set her tea down. "Oh, oh I had forgotten. Yes, I did invite you here didn't I?"

Leaping from her chair, the knowledge spirit ran to the main aisle. Her hands shot out, fingers splayed, the floors began to rumble. Then, the book shelves began to fly by, much like the underground trains, making the living room into some sort of platform. With the snap of her fingers, Fable brought streaming of shelves to a halt. Nodding her satisfaction, she returned her attention to the Guardians. Jack looked over her shoulder, taking in the almost ghostly look of the books and their shelves that they resided in. Seeing a board hanging by rusted chains at the entrance of the aisle, it read 'Horror and Mystery.'

Beckoning to the Guardians, Fable walked into the aisle. Once the others were trailing her, only then did she speak. "My books are becoming restless. Texts that hold the tales of fear and horror are becoming wilder with each passing day. They are attempting to break from their assigned section. Monsters and the evilest of things are tearing from their pages."

This was all very confusing to the Guardians, why was this such a problem? Sure, it was unfortunate that the knowledge spirit was having trouble in controlling her domain, but what did it have to do with them? Again, she caught their confusion and looked over her shoulder. "The last time this happened was when Pitch was starting to rebel. The library was a complete mess. I had the Tailypo monster ripping through my most rare of manuscripts to find his bloody tail. Great Moon, I woke up with him at the edge of my bed one night….."

Jack raised his hand. As if he was student in school "Tailypo monster?"

With a groan, Fable rubbed the space between her eyes. "It's a creature from an Appalachian folktale! It has red eyes" She circled her fingers over her eyes "Big fangs" then her pointer fingers were in place of her canines. Realizing how foolish she appeared thanks to the stifled laughter of Frost, Fable shook her head. "Either way, it's a creature that I'm not particularly fond of waking up to….. The point is, is that, as cute as it was to see my books organizing themselves into the wrong section, it stopped being cute after…. that happened."

She leaned against the shelf behind her, as if exhausted. The Guardians were still lost, her tangent had set them back a pace, and it was almost as confusing as trying to decipher what Sandman was saying. Speak of the devil; Fable felt something tugging at her pants leg. Looking down, she found the dream inducer looking up at her. Pictures were flying over his head in an array of sand. Yet, she nodded as if she understood him. Suddenly, she jumped up and down, pointing at the dwarf of a Guardian. "Yes, yes! That's what I was saying; I was saying that the restlessness of my books is the telling of Pitch's return!"

Fable stopped jumping up and down; her smile was no longer present. She had taken in the impact of what she had just declared. That is to say, she didn't miss Frost spinning his pointer finger next to head as an indication of her crazy, and Bunny hitting him upside the head. Bring down her relief in the presence of someone finally understanding her meaning; she repeated her words in a more somber manner. "I believe that Pitch was not entirely vanquished."

Author's Note: Hello my dearest readers. I have just decided to tell you that I have heard the tale of Tailypo. Twice actually, the first time I had come across it, I read in a book called "Short and Shivery." Needless to say, the picture of the creature in the book gave me nightmares for the past week. The second time I heard the tale, it was told to me by the a man known as Mark Lewis, a local and well known story teller in my town. Again, nightmares about the creepy little fuck of a monster haunted me for almost a week (Pitch, you freaking suck you know that.) Anyway, what I wanted to say was, give the story a look, its actually pretty good, even better when you get a storyteller regaling you with details of the blood and the voice of the little bastard.

So on another note, I hope you are enjoying my story so far. If you think Fable is acting fruit loops, that was sort of my intention. I find that anyone with a vast amount of knowledge at their disposal to be a bit tangent based. I hope you liked this chapter, please review and tell me what you think, I am always curious, and always willing to hear feedback and advice from my readers.