Rise of the Guardians 2

Chapter 44

2 figures stepped out of the gloom. The one who had spoken was a tall man with dark hair, a green suit and a red guitar. He grinned at us and came forward into what little light was in the room. It was the Once-ler. Or a twisted version of my best friend. He had yellow eyes and was grinning in a horrible, greedy way. I rarely seen him like this. Only during his mortal life and it only lasted for a short while.

The other person stepped closer to us, revealing himself to be a darkened Jack Frost. His hair was no longer white. Instead it was grey with black streaks running through it. His blue hoodie had turned black, and he too was grinning in a terrible twisted way.

"Wha...What have you done to them." I said weakly

"I've done nothing" Pitch said "They have finally seen the light...or the darkness as it were and have joined me. After you four left them mercilessly behind, they saw the uselessness of fighting me and abandoned this futile war."

"We didn't leave them" Punz exclaimed "We thought they were with us-"

"And when you found out they were not, did you try to save them?" Pitch asked mockingly.

"You're conveniently leaving out the fact, that we were fleeing from you" Hiccup pointed out. Pitch ignored him.

"If you don't believe me, ask them yourselves"

"Pitch is telling the truth" Jack leered at us "We finally see his side of things. The Guardians never help anyone out of their little group. You, out of everyone should know this Breeze. Before I was chosen, the Guardians never cared for me. They never cared that I was lonely, that I had no beliverves, that I had feelings. The same would've happened to you Breeze and you know it. Do you think that if Pitch never had started a war, that if you were never chosen as a Guardian, that they would've seen you in any way other than a pest!"

I opened my mouth to argue, to say that he was wrong, to yell at him for ever believing anything Pitch Black told him, but as his words sank in I realized that he had a point. When had the Guardians ever cared for any other Spirit other than themselves. He saw the expression of my face and smirked triumphantly.

What if he was right. What if Pitch was right, horrible as it sounds. It made sense and I could relate to what both Pitch and Jack were saying. Every time I pulled a prank of Bunny's Warren or messed with Spring, making it hot and dry, whether it was of purpose or not, I got chewed out by the Easter Kangaroo and he never listened.

I shut my eyes, feeling the despair press down on me. And then suddenly unbidden, memories flooded my mind. Collecting teeth with Toothiana and her Fairies. Talking to Sandy and venting my feeling about being unseen as he listened patiently. The one time that Cottontail and I had actually gotten along, as we teamed up and pranked North. My eyes burst open.

"You're wrong!" Pitch, The Once-ler and Jack turned to me and I saw their smiles falter.

"Wrong" Pitch repeated incredulously "Please, do tell how"

"The Guardians may have made some mistakes" I said strongly "But they always strive to change and to do the right thing. They are always their for the children and no matter how wrong they can be sometimes, I know that they are and always will be better than you. So, I will politely decline your offer."

Pitch had a very ugly look on his face and he spat at us "Fine you stupid little Spirits, I gave you one last chance. You will join me in time" He turned to Jack and the Once-ler. "Throw them in the dungeon"