A/N: *drum roll* Bunnymund won!
Chapter 11
3rd POV
Sandy and the others entered the Warren warily and worried. It was the day before Easter and they didn't know how Bunny would be dealing with it. A sense of sadness, grief and loss seemed to cling to everything dulling the bright vibrant colours and it made them nervous.
Normally Bunny's warren was peaceful, full of beautiful colours and vibrancies. There was always hope clinging to every plant and every little atom that made the Warren and now it seemed… lost.
"Bunny?" Tooth asks softly as she flitters to the slouched Pooka. He looked a mess, his usual vigour for his eggs gone.
Bunny's ears twitched but gave no other action to indicate he was listening because truth be told he wasn't. He was alone once again, there didn't seem like hope; only grief. And yet there was still hope swirling beneath all his pain that was laced with confusion.
Yes, Bunny was confused and he didn't know why. Something niggled at him but for the life of him couldn't grasp that niggling feeling in the very depths of his mind and heart.
"Bunny we need to talk, Da. Manny haz given us some newz..." The egg in Bunny's hand dropped and softly landed on the grass below. Aster's head snapping to North with hope flaring up inside of him, has Manny…
"There is a new spirit. Spirit of Winter – Jack Frost." The hope was crushed instantly and Aster turned his head away. Anger swelled within him, what right does a winter spirit has to be created when his… his… no, do not think it you bloody galah. Bunny scolded himself before going back to work.
"Leave." He ordered the others, his voice sharp and barely understandable with his accent and the rumble of a growl.
The guardians left instantly through a portal back to the North Pole, they dared not to try and fight Bunny to get him to talk. He hadn't said much since Sandy had knocked him out weeks ago, all they knew that there was another Pooka. Was being the key word.
When Aster knew they had left he stood, his hind legs aching from sitting on them for so long before heading back to the warren. He might as well add another name to the list of spirits they had to keep track of and remember when it came for the annual century get together. Honestly though he didn't know what to think of the new spirit, he didn't realise that there had been a new one made.
Because Aster was a spring spirit he was attuned to earth and in a way mother nature and could sense when other elements were born. Quickly as possible he added the name to the ever growing list of elements and then left quickly, he hated how there was a spirit born on the day his… his… the other Pooka died.
A small whimper escapes Aster as he brushed the tuff of fur to how it originally was revealing the faint blue almost white markings on his chest. His paw rubbing the mark softly as he let the sob escape his chest before brushing the tuff back to hide it once more.
He did his best to push away his grief and bring hope back towards the surface like when he lost his colonies, lost his race before getting back to work and begin to send his googies on their way.
A/N: Okay next chapter will be a time skip, something fun and fluffy… There will be small arcs. Also I will try to make them longer so add two chapters together :)
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