It's been twenty years since Pitch's defeat. Everything seemed fine, until now. The Globe of Belief did a few unusual light shows, the elves in the Workshop turned wild like kids on a sugar rush, the eggs in the Warren stared running around, and the fairies at the Tooth Palace did the opposite of what you said... Things were starting to get chaotic as the Guardians of Childhood struggled to find out the truth. And one specific teenager is also doing the same. DISCLAIMER: Dreamworks owns Rise of the Guardians and their characters. William Joyce wrote the 'Guardians of Childhood' books and their characters. This story is for entertainment purposes only. (A/N: This fanfiction is not exclusively romantic. It is more adventure-based and fantasy. It also includes more mature themes such as loss and mental illness.)

The first thing Killua felt was pain. It laced through his back and shoulders. The second thing he felt was rain as it pelted down on his face. Suddenly there was a bright light shining through his eyelids. "the hell? Is he dead?" Killua groaned, opening his eyes. As soon as he did so he felt a splitting headache. "fucking god-" He sat up, rubbing his head. "why does it feel like I fell off a cliff?" Killua looked around to see what looked like an old man with a scarf? His flashlight hurt Killua's eyes so he couldn't see well but he knew there was another person. "hey kid are you alright?" he asked. Killua chuckled "It kinda feels like that one time-" he cut himself off. "wait where the hell am I?" (note: the cover is not mine)

(I, of course, do not own anything except my OC Mark and some other OCs I might shove in. Boku No Hero Academia and the plot belongs to Kohei Horikoshi. I'm putting this here for there isn't an A/N on top of every chapter you read. Also a treat for dub anime watchers. I watch the episodes as I write the arch I'm in and I tried to keep the dialogue as close as possible to the anime dub. So most of the dialogue also doesn't belong to me, when it's my dialogue you'll know it.) Mark didn't see 'hero' and 'villain' there was no 'black' and 'white' in the matter. Mark saw grey when it comes to heroes and villains. In the end, they were all just human, some of which were dealt a bad hand in the game called life. Where being a hero wasn't a choice for some. But even if it was a choice, there must be an important reason behind that choice.