Winds of Change

Prologue

Sanderson Mansnoozie stared at the big globe in North's workshop, and the missing light. Jamie's light. The selfsame light that had saved the Guardians five years before. I just talked to the boy last night, Sandy thought, and he seemed fine. Said that today was his sixteenth birthday... Oh. The age limit.

When children reached the age of sixteen, then their light went out with a blink. That was rare, but Jamie was a rare one. 

Sandy shook his head. Guardians underestimated things too often, and it has almost caused their destruction many times before. It was doing it now. That and corruption. The want for more power. In the two years since Jack and the others had left, it had gotten worse. Sandy had to keep lying to protect the children, and he did not like it at all.

"Ah, Sandy! Why so down?" North boomed, strutting onto the Guardian Balcony. Sandy waved hello. 

North looked at the globe. "Ah, light gone out? No worry, three more will replace it, no?"

Sandy stared agape at his old time friend. So much had changed in so little time. Jack was right, Sandy thought, making sure his thoughts didn't go above his head. We were cooped up too long in our lairs, dreaming up ways to bribe kids. Oh, how far we've fallen. 

Sandy smiled and nodded, hating himself inside. How far they've fallen indeed. William Pitt was right. 'Unlimited power corrupts the possessor.' He was a wise man, good dreams. 

Bunnymund popped out of a hole. "I felt a light go out," he said. "Which one?"

North pointed to Jamie's. "But is no matter. There is still Christmas, no? That will make children believe."

"You just can't make a child believe, North. It's not possible."

Thank you, Bunny.

"With Christmas, anything is possible, old friend."

Fog swirled around Bunny's feet, and he breathed it in. Sandy shook his head. It begins again.

"Nah, not Christmas, Mate. Easter, on the other hand --"

North laughed, a booming laugh that echoed through the room, but still felt fake at the same time. "Bunny, Easter is just not Christmas."

"You wanna go, you big, fat --"

Sandy ignored the two feuding Guardians, and looked at the globe again. Sophie's light was still there, along with millions of others. They won't last long, Sandy thought. Not with this fighting. We need help, before I am the only one left. The children will not do, they are too precious. Other Spirits, perhaps. 

Sandy jumped in the air, but was not noticed by the two brawling Spirits. 

Other Spirits... They will not speak to me, not after what the Guardians did... But someone else might get to them... I must hurry. Jamie can help, but how to tell him? A dream... Jack Frost...

By the time that Sandy had left the North Pole, a rash, stupid, brilliant plan was forming in head. It might not work, but he didn't want to think about that little bit. All he needed was to get to Burgess.

* * * 

Sandy got there just in time. His automatic Dreamsand was doing business as usual, but Sandy needed to pay a house call.

He floated up to Jamie's window. It was always unlocked, nowadays, in case someone wanted to visit him. Jamie was fast asleep, the gangly teenager drooling on his pillow. Sandy smiled, remembering the days when he was just an eleven-year-old boy, defending the Guardians against Pitch...

No, he was not here to reminisce the good old days. He had a job to do. Carefully, Sandy formed a dream in his hands. A smaller version of Jack Frost made of sand formed in his hand, and Sandy carefully blew the dust in Jamie's eyes. He would have eye gunk in the morning, but that was normal.

Sandy thought over the dream again. It would start off with Jack flying through Jamie's window, and them him saying, "What I'm about to tell you, you can't tell a soul. Not your parents, friends or sister. The fate of the world depends on it..."

A/N: Ooooh, things are heating up! Not really, but whatever. 

Okay, so this is book TWO, and if you have read book ONE, good for you! If you have not read the first book, The Fearless Winds, go and read that now please, otherwise this will make NO sense to you.

So for this book, be glad that there is less housekeeping, though this might be a long-ish author's note. This whole entire book is from the point of view of Hiccup. That's it. 

Well, don't forget to vote, comment, and happy reading!

~Allie