A/N: SO here is something from bunnymund's POV :) I am so glad that you guys are enjoying this truly. It's a new fandom for me writing wise and I'm happy as a clam with all the responses.
Warning! May contain angst and tissues.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the plot.
3rd POV
Bunny stopped painting as something caught his attention. His ears twitching for any sound while he pushed out his senses in the warren. Nothing was there; nothing was in the warren so why did he feel like… Something in his magical core and very being knew something bad was going to happen.
Instantly Bunnymund was racing towards the pole, his chest aching in a way that it hasn't for years and for once he was afraid. He quickly sent little googy messengers for the other guardians to meet at North's urgently.
It was rare that he ever called upon the other guardians, even more so when he suggested meeting at the Pole. But it was so close to Easter and something bad was going to happen.
"Bunny! What iz wrong, iz it Pitch?" North asks worried as the large Pooka bangs into the globe room. Tooth and Sandy flying through the window holding the little egg messengers in their hands.
"I dunno mate, I just got a bad feelin' in my very core. Somethin' bad is gonna happen and I might need some help for Easter." He replies quickly, his eyes scanning every inch of the workshop and then up to the darkened sky.
"Maybe it is Pitch?" Tooth states uncertain, making it sound like a question as she flitters about.
Sandy shakes his head and states that Pitch is still asleep; he had lost the majority of his powers from their last fight. So whatever was about to happen was not his doing, it would have to be something or someone else.
Bunny paced before freezing, the sound of ice cracking filled the air followed by immense agony.
The guardians watched in horror as the warrior Pooka let out an agonizing scream, his head thrown back as his paws tore at his chest. His name spilled from their lips in fear as they raced before them but Bunny didn't hear them.
No, Aster was in a place of darkness and cold. His very soul was suffocating as ice seemed to burn in his very veins. The familiar buzz of another Pooka's soul began to dwindle before the light itself was snuffed from his. Sobs and wails escaped his chest as horror and agonising guilt filled him.
"Oh god… Oh god…" Aster cried out as he tore himself free from the other guardians. "There was 'nother Pooka left…" Aster choked out unable to finish.
The guardians gasped in shock, questions began to race in their minds.
There is another Pooka alive? Bunny isn't the last one? North thought excitedly.
Oh, bunny… Another Pooka… Tooth thought as she tried to inch her way to the crying Pooka.
Sandy looked at Bunny sadly; he knew that there was more to say; more than the others obviously don't understand. Aster wasn't crying in relief or joy, he was mourning. They didn't catch the 'was', there was another Pooka. With a sad frown Sandy formed a ball of dream sand and hurled it towards his distraught friend.
Bunny lay still on the ground, his chest heaving with sobs he refused or tried to refuse escape as the nightmare of his people began to form in his eyes. The death, screams and fires. Him standing alone on the top of his clans land amongst the bodies and rubble.
He had searched for days as he buried the dead for any survivors. He searched the north and southern clans as well and came up with more destruction and death and yet there was one left, one who had survived and he didn't know. He didn't try hard enough and now, now there was just him again.
Before the dream sand hit his form he felt the grief double tenfold as he looked down at his chest, a blue tint began to grow over where his heart was. His mate… oh god.
A/N: So, who hates me right now? Don't worry though Jack is okay but there will still be a while till 68' comes up and before everything is revealed. I'll be doing some chapters of Jack's years alone and Bunnymund's time.
I am taking requests on what you want to see between Jack's rebirth and 68!
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