The rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons - The sequel

Fight

(Rapunzel's POV)

Darkness was all around in the form of horses. Their eyes were glowing and as if that wasn't scary enough, they were coming towards me.

I wasn't alone, there were four other people, and what looked an awful lot like a dragon on my side. The dream was weird already, but then I started singing. Singing.

I was facing these darkness-sand-demons and I was singing. The world lit up with the song, my hair being the cause of it, only then did I realize just how much hair that was. Seventy feet.

The scenery changed and I was once again with those other people. The dragon was still there, so was a new girl. But something was off with the girl, and this time we weren't fighting horses, we were fighting people. One was weird, completely grey-scale and the same sand the horses had been made of was around him.

What was weirder was the fact that my mother was with him.

I sat up in my bed, staring around me and the truth slowly sank in. This wasn't my bed. I remembered the fight with Pitch and how the sand had come at us on a large scale.

Throughout my life, mother had called me a dreamer. Ironic that a dream was what set me free from whatever prison her companion had created.

The moment I remembered my real life, I felt an odd, strong pull, and without any idea why, I knew that if I succumbed to the pull, I would go back to my real life.

But with my fake memories, I knew the others were here, and I was not about to leave them. It took some effort to fight the pull, but it was manageable as long as I kept some focus on it.

If I played my cards right, I wouldn't have to keep the effort up for long, all I had to do was find the others and remind them that this was not life, not really. If I could do it on my own, convincing them should be easy enough.

***

Maybe not easy, considering how it took me about an hour to find Merida, and another half hour to convince that stubborn redhead that this wasn't real. But after a while, her eyes had widened in recognition, then she just disappeared.

If I'm lucky, this means she is back out in the world, and there is no way for me to find out if I am unlucky, so the only thing I could do was move on to the next one.

"Hiccup!" I called as I saw the familiar head of hair and he spun around, eyes widening but not in recognition.

"Are you alright?" he asked and I frowned. "You seem a bit tired." he explained and to be honest, I felt tired. The pull was only getting stronger, or I was getting weaker. Either way, I had no time to waste if I wanted to get them all out before my time is out.

"I'm fine, but you're not." I said and it became his turn to frown.

"I'm quite alright." he argued and I shook my head.

"Have you ever felt that this life isn't right, that something is missing?" He stared in silence, but his eyes told me yes. "I know why and I can explain it to you." I continued and once again, he said nothing, but he wasn't leaving either. "Your name is Hiccup and you come from an island called Berk. Your father is the chief of the Vikings who live there, which makes you the chief to be. You didn't listen to your father when he said that the animals plaguing the island were all bad, the animals being dragons. Instead, you tamed one." I said and he scoffed, turning to leave.

"Dragons aren't real and if they were, I wouldn't be the one to tame one."

"Yes, you would. He is a nightfury, he has a makeshift fin on his tail because you once ruined the real one and his name is toothless." I told him and he came to a stop, slowly turning around with his eyebrows furrowed.

"Toothless." he mumbled, before looking up at me with a small gasp. "Rapunzel, where are-" before he could finish the sentence, he disappeared the same way Merida had, leaving me alone to find the third of us, Jack.

Which wasn't too hard; he was a jock here and his practice was at school. Getting to school took longer than usual with the already feeling drained from wanting to give in to the pull, which would be easier. But fighting Pitch without the one person who has fought him before this time would definitely not be easier.

"If it isn't the dumb little blond... a sick blonde." a familiar voice said when I entered the school and I looked up with a sigh, the pull making me feel feverish.

"A dumb blond with better grades than you." I countered, ignoring the latter remark and easily slipping into the role I had been given in this fake world; the bullied girl who didn't know when to shut up.

"I suggest you shut your mouth-"

"Don't bother with the threats, I'm here to talk." I cut him off and he raised a brow.

"And what do I have to gain from that?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest, and I smiled, realizing the perfect way to make him listen, just based on what happened yesterday.

"I know you need a tutor and for starters, I have the fourth-highest GPA in this school, but I also have friends with even better. I can get you a tutor if you listen to what I have to say." he glared at me for a while, weighing his options in his head, before finally looking down and nodding, his pride making him feel like agreeing was a defeat.

"Fine, I'll listen. But you better keep your end of the deal or I'll-"

"Whatever."

***

"I am a... what did you say I was?" he asked, looking almost amused.

"A guardian."

"Yeah, and the tooth fairy is real. This is ridiculous." he said, rising from his seat. The two of us had decided to one of the now empty classrooms to talk and seated ourselves in the desk chairs. I rose with him, placing my hands on the wood of the table.

"Your job is to protect the world, specifically the children. You fight what they cannot and when you can, you find something fun to do in between. You are a guardian-" I started, but he cut me off by grabbing me by my shirt and slamming me against the wall while yelling for me to shut up. "Let me go you jerk, aggression is not going to shut me up." I snapped and he glared.

"Why would I, or anyone for that matter, want that life. To fight a battle that can't be won, because you just said this Pitch guy has been a problem many times. It's not real and I am glad." he snapped and I felt my patience slipping.

"Get your head out of your ass." I started and he grew angrier.

"What gives you the right to say that to me? You the dreamer, you're insane if you think I'm going to listen to you. You whose mom only finds you good for one thing, and it is not love." I froze at his words, momentarily losing control of the pull and for a moment, I disappeared. But I caught myself before I could completely pop out and I met his startled gaze with fire in mine.

"You are a guardian and you have a battle to fight. If you win, that's great. If you lose, that's too bad. But if you don't fight at all, whatever happens, will be on your hands." I said and I could see something in his gaze change, though he wasn't fully himself yet. "Pitch has a hold on you, fight it. It may suck, but you need to fight, here and in the real world." I said, then the pull got too strong for me to fight and I felt myself disappear.

So here I am, again, with an day late post. I am really sorry, but here it is. Hope you like it, I kind of enjoy seeing how the people adjust to the modern fake ife. For example, Jack would never lock a claustrophobic child in a locker. And Rapunzel would never call someone a jerk and tell them to get their head of their ass.

It's different and I find it interesting.

- A/N