Prologue
It was night, as it always is when a spirit rises. The essence of the body was yanked from all around the red soaked field. It was dragged into existence as something that it was not before. The tall grass undulated in the wind, like a silver mirror sparkling in the pale light of the moon. From all around the moon gazed at it's own reflection from shards of jagged glass. In this light, this bloody red light, it noticed what evil was done, never to be undone. A fearless protector or the instrument of horrific demise, the Man in the Moon wondered which he was bringing into the world.
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Rise Of The Guardians: Bloody Mary
FanfictionEverything had been pretty normal in the years following Pitch Blacks disappearance, but of course it couldn't stay that way forever. When Bloody Mary, a mysterious new spirit, shows up at the North Pole, The Guardian's are left questioning her moti...
