Cupid's Rising

The Call of the Guardians

My fellow Guardians - It is our job to watch over the children of the world, and keep them safe - to bring wonder, hope and dreams. And so, I've called us all here for one reason, and one reason only -the children are in danger. Much of this we hear over the following."

An enemy we have kept at bay for centuries has finally decided to strike back. We alone can stop him.

==CR==

The Guardians united in the North Pole.

Now this did not happen often. The four Guardians were so busy with their duties, they could rarely meet for a proper meeting. Sometimes, maybe once every two or three months, things would work out.

On emergencies, they had no other choice.

North- or as the children called him, Santa- had summoned them to the North Pole. He gestured with a large arm to the table of treats he'd made for the meeting. His guests weren't amused.

More specifically Bunnymund.

Bunnymund wasn't amused.

"Cookies? Eggnog, anyone?" North offered.

"Oh, this better be good, North." Bunnymund warned. North didn't reply.

Through all of this, the Tooth Fairy was rapidly talking to her little fairies. "Montreal, sector six: ten premolars, eight incisors and twelve canines. Steer clear of the wild goose migration."

The Sandman- Sandy to his friends- flew in on a bi-plane.

"Sandy, thank you for coming." North greeted happily.

The Sandman made multiple sand pictures appear of his head. As the Guardian of Dreams, he had the most work. Night was always happening all of the planet, and he didn't have birds like Tooth.

Behind them both, Bunnymund was rolling his eyes at North ignoring his questions. He hopped over towards the fireplace, deciding he needed more warmth.

"I know, I know, but I obviously wouldn't have called you all here unless it was serious." North assured Sandy.

Sandy hummed.

The four Guardians converged in the center of the meeting room.

"The Boogie Man was here - at the Pole." North revealed. He pointed towards the giant glowing globe.

"Pitch? Pitch Black?" Tooth gasped. "Here?!"

"Yes!" North replied. "There was black sand covering the globe."

"What, what...what do you mean black sand?" Bunnymund asked.

"And then a shadow!" North continued.

"Hold on, hold on, I thought you said you saw Pitch." Bunnymund

North "Well, ah, not exactly..." North

"Not exactly?" Bunnymund scoffed. He turned to Sandy. "Can you believe this guy?"

Sandy replied with a '?' above his head.

"Yeah, you said it, Sandy."

Sandy huffed silently.

"Look, he is up to something very bad." North stressed to his fellow Guardians. "I feel it." He grabbed his stomach. "In my belly."

"Hang on, hang on, you mean to say, you summoned me here three days before Easter- because of your belly?" Bunnymund asked, astounded once again at how dramatic North was. "Mate, if I did this to you three days before Christmas-"

In the background, Tooth was giving more instructions to her fairies. "Argentina. Priority alert! A batch of bicuspids in Buenos Aires."

"Please. Bunny. Easter is not Christmas."