Chosen Spirits

How It All Began

*Author's note*

*takes a deep breath* Ok, so, I made up the Guardians 'Chosen day' going only, and completely by one Wiki fact. So *doges a tomato* if its nothing like the book or whatever, I'm... sorry?

Jack glanced uncomfortably around the room. All the children where already here Jamie, Cupcake, Pippa, Monty, Caleb, Claude, and even Jamie's little sister Sophie sitting on a aqua themed couch. "How... when did they get here?"

North shrugged "I zented them here with my znowglobe, before you came"

Jamie reveled two bags (from seemingly nowhere) "I brought popcorn!"

Jack grinned. He hasn't eaten in three hundred years, however, the humor was appreciated. Suddenly, by North's large strong hand he was pushed (gently? Playfully.) onto the couch. The weight of his toss pushed the couch to its back hind legs. The kids (and Jack) squealed in delight as the couch shook back and forth until it finally settled safely on all fours.

Tooth was flying ecstatically with excitement. Memories were (aside from the teeth and children, of course) the best part of her job. To momentarily walk in another's footsteps, and see the world in their eyes. Even if she watched her team's memories times a thousand, it was, for her at lest. Still enthralling.

"AL righty then, letz begin!"

In the center of a light purple room on a branch like table was a small, circular blue moonstone the size of the palm of your hand. The children and Jack stared in awe as the moonlight hit it, the beam shot up and made a 3D like picture of four humans frozen in a single stance, like a movie on pause. Then, suddenly a spark was ignited in the center of the hologram and like a firework, filling it in with color and volume until it was life like. The once vague people were now in great detail (and looked, oddly, familiar).

Bunny and Sandy stared at each other and shrugged

"I guess we're first, mate"

~

It was war, and in war desperate times called for desperate measures. Four team members looked at each other with more understanding them most could even image to obtain. Pitch Black, a spirit as old as the moon itself.

Was now real.

No longer did he appear only to children, no longer where his images a illusion. He could twist and turn to your worst nightmare. To anything and everything.

Your worst fears instantly became a reality.

Until this point, there was no "fighting back."

'if you see him' they would say 'promise me one thing' the mothers and fathers would tell to their son's and daughters.

"run."

and you would, because if you didn't? He would kill you. and not quietly in the night, oh no. Everyone knows what happens if you get caught by the bogyman. What he would do sometimes it that in the nearest village he would so to the town center with his victim.

And shows them what he can really do.

By the time he was done, if you were lucky there was nothing left to clean up. In the end it left Men, Women and Children wide awake in their beds late into the night playing the events in their heads over and over again. Sometimes to the point of InSaniTy. Sometimes the fear would twist and corrupted them to the point where they no longer resemble something human, being forced into the skin of hideous monster's once only thought up in fairy tails, forced to serve their master.

North, Tooth, Sandy, and Bunny stood around in a circle hands intertwined in the dead of the night in the light of the full moon.

That was all going to change.

They were going to become spirits and fight this war, fight fire with fire.

To gain immortality and all of the powers in the world.

And give away all that they ever loved and known in life,

and lose the family they had and ever had the chance of having.

They didn't want this, this wasn't worth it.

But someone had to do it, after all. It was war, and in war desperate times called for desperate measures.