A/N: Okay, I'm obsessed, I admit it. I have seen this movie nine times since December 4th, and the only reason I haven't seen it more than that is because I also went to see Les Mis twice. Is there an RotG Anonymous somewhere?

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"The loneliest people are the kindest. The saddest people smile the brightest. The most damaged people are the wisest. All because they do not wish to see anyone else suffer the way they do."

—Anonymous

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Jack Frost hadn't gotten to see the light show last time—understandable, really, seeing as the light show was for him back then—but he'd expected… more. In fact, this was downright disappointing.

"That's it?" he exclaimed to the other four guardians, none of which seemed as upset by the lack of cool, glowy… er, things. "What about the light image? Or the ice diamond thing? I thought you guys said it was impressive when the Man in the Moon picks a new guardian!"

"It is," North (aka Santa) stated. "Man in Moon not choosing guardian."

Not for the first time, Jack found himself annoyed at the way the Russian dropped words when speaking. "What do you mean, 'Not choosing guardian'?" he demanded, putting on a decent impression of the jolly man's accent. "I thought that was why you'd called us here—for a new guardian!"

Not that he minded one way or the other. He was still a bit new to this whole socializing thing.

"Aye, mate," E. Aster Bunnymund, the giant, grumpy Pooka in charge of Easter, complained. But what else was new? "If it ain't a new guardian, whatdja call us for?"

"This," North whispered, waving a hand towards the globe in the middle of the room.

It sat right under the skylight which the Man in the Moon communicated through, lit by millions of lights on each continent. Er—except Antarctica. Kids these days just didn't enjoy the cold there as much as Jack did. Now, even Manny was illuminating the globe.

The five Guardians just stared, most looking confused as North grinned at some secret he shared with the Moon.

"Oi," Bunny finally grumbled, "what're we lookin' for?"

North shook himself out of whatever trance Manny had him in to point at one of the lights. "Right there," he declared, "is what we are looking for."

Jack and Tooth floated up for a better look. Well, Jack floated, the Tooth Fairy flittered on her wings. There, in a small patch of about three lights in the western part of Africa, was a small, insignificant—

"Green light?" Tooth mumbled. "Why's it green? How could that happen? Lights are supposed to be yellow! How does one just turn green?" She spoke, as per usual, at a mile a second, bursting out all her questions in a single breath.

But she had a point.

The Guardians all turned to face North, knowing that if Manny'd given the answers to anyone, it'd be him. Sure enough, he chuckled before responding. "That light," he said, "is special. Is not by child."

"So, an adult that believes?" Jack stated blandly. Adults were no fun, regardless of their beliefs.

North grinned brightly. "Is not by adult, either."

Now they were back to being confused, a golden, sand-made question mark popping up over the Sandman to assert his own bewilderment.

"If it's not by a kid," Bunny began, "and not by an adult, either, then… whose light is it?"

North's grin only widened. "That is what we find out!"

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The problem with their fool-proof plan of hunting down the green light was quickly discovered upon arrival in the small village of Kpalime.

"Um, North?" Jack mumbled to the large Russian. "How do we ask around when the only people who can see us are kids?" And not many, at that. Sure, there were quite a few children in the town, but only a handful believed. Those few were quick to notice the Guardians, crowding happily around the Big Four.

Jack didn't mind being ignored too much, given their proximity to the equator. These children had never even seen snow, so why would they know about the one who brought it? But he definitely minded the heat.

"Why did we need to come during the middle of their summer again?" he complained.

Bunny smirked, all too glad to tease the winter sprite. "What, too hot for ya, mate?"

Jack jabbed his staff at the pooka, but instead of freezing him, the staff just glowed weakly before the gathering frost evaporated. The eternal teen just sighed, too tired to bother with another comeback. Instead, he looked to the others for an answer.

Images sparkled to life over Sandy's head. First, a crescent moon, then the sleigh, with all of them on it (Jack chuckled as the Sand-Bunny freaked out much like the real Bunny), and finally a map of Togo with an X where the village was.

"Uh…" Jack turned once more, this time to North, who smiled. Even after a hundred years, Jack still had problems translating the sand images.

"Man in Moon told us to, so here we are," the Russian replied simply.

"Still, this couldn't wait another month or two?" Jack totally wasn't whining. "It's not like this weird light'll up and leave!"

Bunny just continued to smirk, knowing how unhappy Jack was.

"Jack brought up good point," North stated.

Bunny's smirk fell. "N—No, he didn't! That light coulda moved already for all we know!"

North waved a hand. "Not about that!" Now he had all their attention. "How do we find light when we can't be seen?"

Looks were exchanged, various plans running through each Guardian's head before being dismissed. Sandy shrugged, giving a nervous smile.

"Well," Tooth said, grinning in embarrassment, "Manny told us to come here, maybe he has an idea."

As one, they all faced the east, where Manny was just starting to emerge. They thanked whatever helped them arrive just in time for night, otherwise they'd've had a ridiculously long wait.

"Man in Moon," North called up to him, "please, give us way to find information on green light."

For a moment, there was nothing. Then, a beam of moonlight shown directly on North, followed a moment later by one shining on Jack. The two remained still, knowing that some type of magic was in the works, until the lights faded away.

There were gasps and murmurs (and sand pictures) from the other Guardians as the two came back into view. No one spoke, all five in awe of what had happened.

And then Bunny laughed, a paw clasped around his aching ribs. "Crikey, mate, look atcha!" he exclaimed, pointing at Jack.

The teen now wore a black muscle shirt and board shorts, his feet still bare, and his hoodie gone. The frost that normally decorated his clothes was gone, melted away into water that had immediately soaked into the fabric. Jack glared back at Bunny. "Shut up, Kangaroo!"

Bunny bristled, snarling back, "How many times do I gotta tell ya, I'm not a kangaroo!"

"Quiet!" North ordered, causing the attention to shift to him. He, too, had gotten a change of clothes during the lightshow, trading his heavy coat and boots for a t-shirt, shorts, and sandals. Not quite as funny a change as Jack's, but it still gained a few chuckles. "Manny has given us ability to be seen by all. We must go find light, quickly, before magic wears off!"

Jack gaped at the man. "You mean, we're stuck like this?! For how long?!"

"One week," came the ominous (to Jack) reply. The teen just groaned, even more annoyed at the situation now. He missed the cold, he missed his lake, and he missed his hoodie, dammit.

The others nodded, heading back into town, Tooth dragging a protesting Jack along with them.

It was going to be a long week….

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Three days. That was as much as Jack could stand before he needed the cold again for fear of melting.

So, he called on the winds and summoned as much snow as he could manage so near the equator. It wasn't much, but soon a light dusting of snow was falling on Kpalime, Togo.

It was just enough to panic the locals, who, having never seen the white powdery stuff in person, believed it to be a sign of the apocalypse. After a full day of snowfall, a town meeting was called.

The Guardians, of course, attended. Jack seemed happier, even if all four had scolded him for the blatant use of powers, and North was ready to use this opportunity to seek out the light. The whole town had shown up, the few children who could see them crowding around the three invisible Guardians.

The meeting progressed simply enough. The chief spoke in depth with North and Jack, who were quick to assure them that it was just an odd weather pattern, not a sign from God that they were all going to die. They had just gotten the people calmed down when the door burst open and in stormed a young teen.

The boy had black, shaggy hair, sky blue eyes, and skin almost as pale as Jack's. A perpetual glare seemed to be on his face as he stormed forward.

The Guardians stared in shock as the teen started jabbering away at the chief in the tribal language of the town. Due to the bilingual state of the children there, the Guardians only understood their main language of French. Tribal languages required actually learning rather than just knowing due to Manny's magic. As such, they had no clue what was being said.

Until the chief switched back to French, saying, "The yohvos told us it was the weather." The boy just glared, and the chief seemed to backpedal. "What does Tueur say?"

The whole building went silent, all turning to face the boy, whose eyes had slipped closed. A long, soft sigh escaped him before his eyes snapped back open. "The yohvos speak the truth," he said in an indiscernible accent. "Tueur says the snow will melt and drain away. In the meantime, he suggests to layer clothes as it will be cold. Very cold."

All the people nodded hurriedly, mothers rushing off to bundle up their children and bring back extra clothes for their husbands. The men turned back to the boy once more, the chief speaking for them all. "Thank you, diviner."

The boy nodded now.

"But… what brought you into town today? You were last here many days ago."

Another soft sigh echoed through the room. "I tore through some pants." He held out the damaged fabric to the chief. "I was hoping one of the seamstresses could fix it."

The man took the fabric from the boy. "Of course, diviner. You know you need only ask." Then, his face turned a bit anxious. "And… is there anything Tueur desires?"

The boy blushed lightly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well… he appreciated those beignets you sent before."

All the men grinned at that, recognizing the action. "Of course," the chief replied, "we will send him more. Maybe even enough for two?"

Red spread a bit more noticeably across the teen's face. "Th—Thank you, Mawuena, you are most generous."

The chief, Mawuena, grinned, then clapped his hands. "Ketevi, give this to your wife to be mended," he declared, handing over the torn pants to a man who left with a slight bow. "Diviner, come meet the yohvos! You will find them to be much friendlier than your line has been." This last was said with a slight smirk to the boy as Mawuena led him to North and Jack. "Diviner, these are Nicholas St. North and Jackson Overland," the chief introduced with a wave of the hand to each.

The boy nodded, then jabbered for a moment to the chief in the tribal language, seeming to ask him a question and nodding upon receiving an answer. Then, he turned back to the two visible Guardians. "Hello," he said, speaking English, again without an accent, "I am Danny, though these men consider me a diviner for a spirit in the woods because I am the only one who can live there peacefully. What brings you two to Kpalime?"

"We are just visiting," North answered, also in English, though his own accent bled into the words.

The boy, Danny, looked unconvinced. "Not exactly a major tourist area, Kpalime. Why are you really here?"

As North opened his mouth to reply, Jack jumped in. "We were told we could find a friend here, but so far, we've had no luck."

Danny nodded at this. "It is quite possible that your friend has gone on to another town. When is the last you heard they were here?"

"Almost a week ago," Jack stated.

Now, Danny frowned. "Odd…" he mumbled before shaking his head. "You should ask the chief if anyone has come and gone in the last week. He makes it a point to learn who all is in town at all times."

"Thanks!" Jack dragged North towards the chief, effectively ignoring the boy.

As such, neither noticed as the boy simply faded out of sight.

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A/N: Alrighty! To answer some questions that'll probably come from this, yes, Kpalime, Togo, is a real place, I've actually visited there briefly, but am taking artistic license with how their village runs in this story. Also, their tribal language is Mina, and some Mina words/names will be used throughout this fic. "Yohvo" is a term used for white visitors in certain areas of Africa (Benin and Togo, definitely, and I'm not entirely sure where else), and "Tueur" is French for killer. I have about half the next chapter written down, and the entire story is plotted out. It's probably going to be a long one, but with shorter chapters and a week to a month between updates (anyone who's followed me before will know that this is about the norm, if not more frequent than I usually manage).

Um, yeah. Now I'm off to work on other stories…. Read and review, please?