The Spirit of Joy (Rise of the Gaurdians Fanfic) Completed

Chapter 9: "I Killed Them"

Sorry it took so long to write this, my phone has been acting up and kept deleting my story. So without any further adieu, here's the next chapter.

At long last the guardians made it to Abby's temple in Japan. As soon as they landed, Sandy jumped out of the sleigh and raced towards a back room in the building.

The others followed close behind him eager to see what he had found. Then Sandy stopped abruptly causing the line of spirits to tumble one on top of another.

When they all regained their composure, they dusted themselves off and stared at what was before them. It was a beautiful globe that showed all of mother nature's glory. The landforms depicted the real terrain perfectly; the Himalayans in India stood tall, well the Saharan Desert was dry to the bone. It also showed the air currents and any cloud activity on it. And to top it all off, the oceans on the globe had real water flowing on it with the right temperature and everything!

The Guardians couldn't help but stare in shock and aw at what they had discovered. But they were brought back to their senses when a handful of black sand and sickly green gas floated into view. "What is that?!" Tooth asked/yelled in a concerned manner. "I don't know mate, but that's probably the best bet to start looking." "Ok, its settled. We're going to Kome Island in Uganda, Africa!" North bellowed. Then they were off, back on the sleigh and searching for their friend.

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Abagail's POV

I was walking through the forest of Kome Island. It was peaceful their and in some places uninhibited. I used to come here all the time... but times change. I can still remember the first few hundred years I was a spirit. It was lonely, well mostly. I met a lot of people who could see me, but soon those people got old and died, leaving me alone . Oh how I wished I could meet someone who was like me, who wouldn't grow old and evetually die. That's when I got my wish.

'476 AD, Rome. Wars a wageing, children running around the street screaming for their mothers, soldiers yelling orders, famine struck, and where was I? Well I was standing near a side street watching as all this unfolded. No one could see me which only ment one thing, no joy, no hope, no laughter. Well that's three things, but you get my point. Pain was noticeable everywhere, and it hurt me to know I couldn't do my job. With tears streaming down my face, I left Rome knowing two things; 1) I didn't do my job and 2) I was still along.

I didn't get far though, soon I was engulfed in a sickly green mist. As the mist touched my skin, it hissed, and I screamed. Immediately I pulled my hand back, now trying to avoid this sickly gas. That's when I heard laughter. It wasn't the kind of laughter children gave on special occasion like Christmas or Easter, no it was a deep cackle.