A big hello to those who are reading this! This is currently my 4th Rise of The Guardians fanfic and it's about the battle and more specifically what happened to Sandy in that battle (cause I feel like it's somehow important to the movie line yet it's not really elaborated).

So, this story is gonna be in Sandy's perspective and what happens when he sees Pitch's nightmares and memories (will be explained later).

I hope you guys like it and review por favor!

It was a valiant battle, one that he would remember for the rest of his life.

The sky was clouded, thick with the swarming nightmares, swirling around his nemeses, Pitch Black like a mad maestro to his nefarious orchestra.

The Sandman too was a maestro, albeit one with a different intention and position, waving and snapping his dream sand into ropes of golden strands, taking out nightmares with the adequacy of a battle hard warrior.

He would not let Pitch win this time.

Never.

Around him, his fellow guardians were caught up in various battles with the demonic shadows or Fearlings as they were commonly known.

Through his peripheral vision, the Sandman caught glimpses of havoc all around him.

He saw North, waving his swords dauntlessly, the gargantuan mass of steel and fallen meteorite which his swords were made of, slicing through the Fearlings as seamlessly as butter. The huge Russian was perched precociously on the edge of his sleigh, the reindeers perceptive to his every move.

It was as if witnessing an awe-inspiring yet frightening dance as North swung, stabbed and pierced the shadows, all while being mindful of the fact that he was a 100 feet in the relentless cold winter air.

He glimpsed Tooth, with her iridescent wings, beautiful at any given time of the day, severing through the Fearlings, a shocking snarl on her exotic features. Her assemblances of fairies were armed all around her, mini versions of their precursor, fighting the shadows ferociously.

Sandy was then brought back to the present when a particularly gruesome looking shadow lunged at him, its haunting yellow eyes fixed on the Sandman's golden ones.

Sandy hurled a dream twine to the Fearling, piercing right through its abdomen and disspating te shadow to nothingness.

"C'mon guys, we've got to help Sandy!" a voice could be heard through the thick of the battle.

Sandy recognized that voice as Jack Frost's, their latest albeit reluctant addition to the Guardians.

This whole battle was utter madness and he knew the reason why.

It was part of Pitch's elaborate plan to destroy all good in the world so that children would believe in him again, and that plan started out with eliminating Sandy, the bringer of good dreams to children all around the world.

Sandy would have none of that.

The golden man caught sight of an explosive egg whizzing past by him and he grimaced.

"I hope you like rotten eggs!" the voice of Bunnymund from somewhere below him and he knew the huge Pooka must've been on the same sleigh with North as he was gravitationally challenged.

With a snarl, Sandy tried fighting back the pressing shadows, his actions growing more desperate by the passing seconds.

It was like fighting the mystical Hydra, when one head was cut off, three more would spring up. That was the case for the shadows, the more he destroyed them with his deathly sand ropes, and the more they sprung up, eager and more tenacious than the last.

With a huff, the Sandman shifted and turned his back, bringing his attention to the thicker throng of shadows which were swirling around his dream cloud stand like wisps of poisonous black smoke.

Little did he know that merely turning around would be a fatal mistake.

"Sandy! No!" Jack's voice called out, far yet at the same time getting closer.

A force thudded behind his back as Sandy's golden eyes grew wide.

He hitched in a shocked breath as his arms fell limply to his sides.

He stared down at his hands and saw that they were rapidly changing from gold to black, like a sickness infecting him.

The Fearlings roared with triumph as they descended upon him, relishing on his fear sadistically.

Sandy tried fighting them of as nightmares flashed by his eyes rapidly and forcefully, making him sick and disorientated.

The nightmares were of those children that the boogeyman haunted, disjoined yet terrifying.

All around him, the battle seemed as if it was going through slow motion or a rewind, as the nightmares constant attacks became abrupt.

With a swift movement, as if the dark shadows were all telepathically linked they formed together as one, all around the struggling Sandman, pressing in even more.

"Sandy!" Jack's fearful voice came from somewhere in front of him and the little golden man looked past the fleeting swarm of nightmares and saw his pale friend, looking helpless and horrified.

Sandy knew that he had to set an example, show them that Pitch was an entity not to be afraid of.

With a fearful gulp and a faux determination, he closed his eyes and surrendered to the nightmares, who once felt his admission, overpowered him until all that could be left was the suffocating darkness and his own laboring breath.