Chapter 8: Fall of the Guardians
Short, but very sharp.
A day and a few hours earlier...
The portal opened high in the mountains. A team of Reindeer rushed through, lowing deeply, tugging a sleigh through with it. North cracked the reigns and the sleigh rushed forward faster still. Sandy stood up on his seat to see past North's massive backside. Bunnymund was nervously holding onto the sides of the sleigh. Tooth was staring ahead at her palace which was approaching.
The sleigh flew into the mountain of Punjam Hy Loo better known to you maybe as the Tooth Palace. All of the Guardians were horrified. It was absolutely empty. No Tooth-boxes. No Mini-fairies. Even the towers had been stripped of their vines, tiles and murals. The coin machines were smashed across the towers, pennies scattered everywhere. The nests that mini-fairies slept in on their off hours were ripped apart.
Blood was spattered on the walls.
Tooth was in tears with panic and horror. The sleigh landed with a soft thump and scratch onto the "Europe" tower. Tooth jumped out and flew into the air, desperate to find a sign of her faires or the teeth. Nothing.
'Looking for something,' came a voice. All four heads snapped upwards. Pitch was leaning over the edge of one of the towers. 'AAAAAAHHHHHH!' Tooth shrieked with rage, flew straight towards Pitch and before he could do anything, grabbed him by the throat. 'Pitch,' she snarled, 'I am going to give you precisely ten seconds to return my fairies and the teeth.' 'I don't think you can give me orders.'
A roar echoed around the palace. A massive black bear charged from behind the tower and rammed Tooth over the edge. She looked back up at her assailant. The giant bear reered up and roared. 'Down Mor'du,' Pitch said, gently stroking the fur along the bear's back. Mor'du returned to all-fours and snorted angrily at the Guardians.
Pitch smiled. 'I have had enough of your interfering ways Guardians,' Pitch said, tickling Mor'du behind the ears. He purred gently. 'This time, I'm going to make sure you don't get in my way again.' With a roar, the Red Death flew into the palace. Mother Gothel rode on it's back. 'Now,' Pitch said calmly.
The Red Death opened it's jaws and shot a jet of black fire. The Guardians turned and began to run, but the black fire caught up with them almost instantaneously. Sandy managed to jump over the edge just in time. The other three weren't as lucky. Sandy never found out what happened to the Guardians, but as far as he knew... he was the only one left.
Pitch wiped a tear from his eyes. 'Oh,' he lamented, 'It's almost enough to make one weep.' Gothel turned to him in surprise. 'It's just a pity that I'm so incredibly HAPPY!' He cackled and embraced Gothel tightly. 'Now,' Pitch said, staring into her eyes, 'Nothing can stand in our way.'
It was at this point that something awkward happened; Gothel misread Pitch's body language and kissed him.