His mouth was hanging open, his eyes were shiny and wet and he seemed unable to speak.
"How...." he said weakly "How..."
"It's a long story" I said "We need to talk to you" Once seemed confused and that seemed to restore his power of speech.
"We?" he said "Who else is with you?"
"Everyone down there" I said "Jack and Merida and..." I trailed off "You don't see them, do you?"
His look of confusion was quickly being replaced by suspicion "Is this another trick on yours?"
"Not this time" I said "I promise" He still looked sceptical, so I changed tactics "I really do need to talk to you."
"How are you still young." Once asked "It's been 46 years."
"As I said, it's a long story. That's not the only strange thing. Could you..." I gestured to the claw and he understood.
"Oh, sorry" He reeled to claw to the ground and let my ankle go.
"Thanks" I said "Can you come down please" We heard alot of banging and clunking before the door opened and he stepped out. Once was stooped with age and he still wore a Thneed as a scarf. We all sat in a circle on the grass.
"So..." I said "Where to begin?"
"The beginning might be a good start." He said dryly "And I would like to know who these invisible friends of yours are."
"Right" I said "Well, To your right is Jack Frost, he's the Spirit of Winter and the Guardian of Fun-don't interrupt, I explain everything. To your right is Rapunzel, Spirit of Light and Healing and the Guardian of Joy. On my right is Merida Dunbroch, Spirit of Magic and the Guardian of Bravery and on my left is Hiccup, Spirit of Fall and Guardian of Peace." I took a breath and quickly went on, for he was showing every sign of wanting to interrupt again.
"A Spirit is an immortal person, who is charged with watching over specific things. I am the Spirit of Summer and so I over see it."
"You are mortal, though" Once said
"I was," I said "I was turned into a Spirit after I died."
"You died?"
"I don't want to talk about it" I said tightly. There was a moment of awkward silence before Once spoke again.
"So, how come I can see you, but not the other's"
"People can only see Spirits if they believe in them." I said "It's where most of our power comes from."
"So how come he can see you" Jack interjected
"Yeah, that is odd" I said
"What's odd" Once asked
"Oh, sorry, Jack was wondering why you could see me, but not anyone else? It is kind-of odd, Once. No offence, but you were never one to believe in to supernatural." I turned to him "Do you know why?"
"I always believed you would come back" he said.
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Rise of the Guardians 2
FanficWe've all heard of Pitch Black, Spirit of fear and darkness. But what of the other spirits like, The Spirit of Vanity and the Spirit of Greed. Many Spirits are unhappy with the way the world is today. They are hated everywhere and when Pitch offers...
