Jack’s POV:
I flew back to the North Pole and I was very much surprised that the Guardians were convening in the globe room. The room was large, it had yetis bustling over something and elves bustling about another. What really caught anyone’s eyes was the large globe that had little lights shimmering all over the countries.
“What did I do now?” I groaned in frustration as I sat on the ledge of a window and dangled my legs playfully as I thought of the little kid I saw earlier. He was my first believer and there was just something about him, something important and different, like he was different from others.
I couldn’t stop thinking about how scared he was, how lonely, especially when he entered the charred house and picked up that picture. I didn’t get to see the people in the picture but, the way the kid’s eye tear up when he looked at the picture; I assumed they were important to him.
“Nothing, Jack, Man in Moon is just about to choose another guardian,” North answered as they all gathered around this certain tile on the floor that the moon is shining over.
“Why do we need another guardian? There’s already five of us, isn’t that enough already?” Asked Bunnymund, clearly annoyed of the thought of another guardian.
“Man in moon feels darkness is getting stronger. He says that we need to train this guardian to stop it,” North answered with a smile.
“Why? What can this spirit do?” Sandy asked through the images that floated above his head. Tooth translated it for me because I couldn’t understand the images that Sandy created.
“That’s the problem; he’s not even a spirit,” North answered grimly.
“Then what is he?” asked Bunnymund.
Then the floor rumbled and a blue crystal rose from the floor, the gears and mechanism creaking as the crystal rose. The moonlight shined upon the crystal and an innocent looking little boy appeared on top of the crystal, much like a hologram but with better details.
“He is a mortal little boy,” Tooth answered, her voice full of awe and wonder.
“That must be a very powerful kid to be a guardian without having to be a spirit,” Bunnymund muttered to himself.
“I know that little kid,” I blurted out, both curiosity and wonder filling my voice. I was amazed that this kid possessed a power worth of the Man in the Moon’s attention, but I was also curious, who was this little scared kid that I saw?
“Really? Where is he?” North asked, his eyes widening with wonder and delight.
“I saw him by a burning house that I extinguished. When the fires died, he went inside and retrieved a little picture. I landed beside him and he ran away. While he was running away, he tripped and just sat there,” I began.
“I floated by him and he actually spoke to me! He could see me and I could touch him!” I said happily with a silly grin plastered on my face.
“But as I was jumping up and down, he ran to the forest and disappeared,” I said, worry probably emanating from my face.
“Where is this?” Tooth asked.
“At Burgress, near my lake,” I answered.
“We should go find him before the wrong people do,” North said assertively and definitively.
Everyone started to disappear in their own way. The wind picked me up and I drifted to the lake of my death. Tooth flew and followed behind me, so did Sandy in his plane made up of his golden sand. Bunnymund tapped twice on the floor and a hole opened, he jumped in and the hole closed. North shook one of his snow globes, threw it on the floor and entered the portal that it created.
