The doors flew open with little effort, in all honesty. Fable was surprised that the Guardians had not locked her in. Considering the magnitude of her last tantrum, she'd figured that North would have taken precautions in keeping his shop in one peace. She didn't exactly look calm holding a sword in one hand, while her face looked murderous, granted that stance was meant for Pitch.

She found the Guardians gathered at the controls of the globe. Frost and Bunnymund were in the middle of a rather heated discussion. However, surprising as it was, the pair were actually agreeing on something. "We can't just sit here like this; she'd want us out looking!"

North looked over his shoulder. "Jack, we wait till Fable wakes, understand?!"

The glare the winter spirit sent the Russian was enough to freeze hell over. "Fable will be furious with us when she wakes, we should be out looking for Lydia!"

Tooth stepped in. "Which is exactly why we need to stay here and wait, Fable has a temper, we can't have her going after Pitch alone, it's dangerous."

Bunnymund shook his head. "Ya'll don get it do ya? Tha ankle biter means everythin to Faye, she has a temper, but she'll level it till that girl is found and safe!"

Turning, North pinched the bridge between his nose. "I wouldn't know where to start."

Fable stepped out. "Have you checked the lights on the globe?"

The Guardians wield, wary at the sight of her, but also relieved. With little hesitation, the knowledge spirit came to stand before the globe, eyeing it up and down. Her grip tightened on her sword. Without a second thought, it shortened back into a dagger and she sheathed it into her bun. "I believe that it can track the believing of teenagers and adults. If Pitch is building an army, he'll be snuffing out those lights to create his Horrors."

At her last word, the group seemed to shudder. Fable had spent years creating a name for those shapeless beings. Horrors seemed the most appropriate, judging by the reaction, the title held true to its purpose, as Fable had intended when she wove her art into the creation of the name. Without another word, she turned to the control panel, all the buttons and knobs foreign to her, for now. She was a knowledge spirit; such acquirement was not gained through reading alone. It was product of watching, waiting and listening. Fable was well practiced that means of learning.

Her eyes shinned as her hands flew over the panel. Fingers turning knobs, pulling levers until, at last the pretty yellow lights of young believers was joined by random speckles of green. Despite the beauty of the new additions, there was a darkness that seemed to consume a few. It was moving over the globe, clouding the green lights. "Moon, he's moving faster than I thought."

Moving from behind the controls, Fable eyed the globe, studying it, muttering more to herself than the Guardians. "He'll have Lydia with him, I'm sure of it."

Without a word, Jack flew to the globe, watching the clouding of the green, a series of adult believers being snuffed out by clouds of black. "We can head him off in Canada, he's there right now."

Shaking her head, Fable toyed with a stray curl of hair. "No, no that isn't him. He has an army now. Those believers have been corrupted by Nightmares, and Horrors. He doesn't have time for house calls. This is something different from the last time."

Coming forward, North stood alongside her. "This not about being seen, is it?"

Tooth nodded. "He didn't go after the kids one by one last time. What makes it different now?"

There was silence. Fable lost in thought, as were the others. Bunnymund broke the muted thinking. "He's nevah stolen an ankle-biter before."

Fable bit her lip, recalling a memory that had long ago been logged in her now destroyed journals. "He spoke of changing lil ones by letting fear consume them, making them into minions. No longer human, just wisps of their fears…. Called em Fearlings. That was when I left him, that was straw that broke the horse's back…"

Her eyes widened with terror and realization. "This isn't about being seen or taking out the Guardians, this is personal… Moon, he's gonna turn Lydia!"

Author's Note: OOOH at long last Pitch's plan is thrown into full light. I suppose he was more attached to Fable than she thought. I have some stuff written up for one hell of a fight scene where Fable will be displaying her ability to literally bring stories to life. Also, in the next few chapters you'll finally find out about what Fable was like as a human, and why Man in the Moon chose her to live on a spirit storyteller...Oh the excitement!

I finally purchased the trilogy that "Rise of the Guardians" was based on, and I must say, it's so damn beautiful, the writing and the illustrations are to die for.

Anyway, so I am fully finished with the spring term. I scored two B's and a C+ in my classes. I am currently looking for work. On Thursday, I applied to a Cupcake Cafe for a counter/barista position, I also went to a local piercing and tattoo shop to apply for a position as a counter girl. I hope to hear from at least one these places by next week.