A Rise of the Guardians/Guardians of Childhood Fanfic

By Sakura Martinez

Author's Notes:

I cannot apologize enough for the delay of this sequel. I know I promised to release it sooner, but things kinda went out of hand with all the other things that needed my attention so...as you can see, it got delayed.

Anyways, I hope that you enjoy this new adventure I've cooked up. I'll try to update it as frequently as I can.

Don't forget to review!

Dream on; Fly on!

Disclaimer:

I do not, in any capacity, own the Guardians of Childhood/Rise of the Guardians franchise. If I did, this would not be a fanfic, but an actual canon story.

Summary:

Pitch Black has fallen. The Tainted Moonbeams have been purged, cleansed, and returned to their Master. The children have been rescued. But Guardians' battle is far from over as an ancient being threatens to dominate all of spirit-kind and wrestle the peace and stability that the Man in the Moon had sought for Earth. There is also Pyro Jack, and the one promise he intends to keep.

Rise of the Guardians

The Lost Spirits

Prologue

Darkness.

The entity that is deep and ancient as time itself. It was there even before the worlds were created, and undoubtedly still be there beyond the end of time. It knows no singular form. It is boundless.

It is much older than the Lunarian Empire. Much more ancient than the planet Tsar Lunar and his Guardians of Childhood had vowed to protect the children of. To the entity known by so many names—the entity called 'Darkness'—they are mere ephemeral beings, much younger than the truly ancient of their kind.

And there are much older beings. Older than the Sandman, or the Pooka race. Beings that predated those who served and were blessed by the light of the moon.

These ancient spirits were the first protectors of the planet known as "Earth". They were beings of unrestrained power; creatures that bowed to no one. They were rulers of their own domain, only equal to their peers. Despite their power, however, they have long been forgotten by human and spirits alike.

The Darkness was, therefore, there even before Pitch Black came into being. It existed as the true ruler of the Nightmare Men and Fearlings, who were weaker representations of itself; the one who whispered in the ears of Dream Pirates and those with ill intent.

The Darkness has a name, one that the world had forgotten. A name which was lost when the Nightmare King stepped into the limelight and waged war against the Golden Age and those that thrived in it.

Yet even as the Darkness lay forgotten, it did not mind. The Darkness thrived in whatever chaos Pitch Black cooked up. The Darkness reveled in them. To the entity, the Nightmare King was merely a pawn to a much grander scheme.

The hero-turned-villain, corrupted by the darkness and the shadows he had sought to destroy, had done what the Darkness hoped he would. He had served the entity's purpose. And now that Pitch Black had been defeated, his powers severed from him, the Darkness knew it was time to act; to turn his scheming into actual machinations for the world to experience.

The Ultimate Darkness is an entity that can swallow and raze everything in its path. It can transform the world in its wake, turning heroes into villains; love into hate.

Earth's final hour has come. The Man in the Moon and his Guardians of Childhood's final curtain call was at hand.

Their return had been set in motion. They had everything that they needed, including the host that will cater the needs of the oldest and most powerful spirit on Earth.

It was time to remind the human world and the spirit world of their power.

"The time has come, my friends," the nameless entity spoke, its voice strong and echoing. "Pitch Black has fallen."

"It's about damn time," spoke another, his voice rough and unrefined. "I'm sick and tired of all this waiting!"

"We didn't have a choice. Acting so soon would have resulted in nothing but our own downfall." Came another voice, a dainty one. "Besides, we have all agreed to let Pitch Black do all the work for us, did we not?"

"And Mother had also fallen asleep, so we were a whole lot weaker than before. It would have been dangerous to challenge Tsar Lunar and his people." Reminded yet another voice—a child-like one. "But now she's waking…and it's all thanks to this child."

"Curious, wouldn't you say?" the one with the dainty voice asked. "That this child would be a match for Mother."

"We're lucky then," the rough-voiced one huffed. "that we snatched such a prize."

All eyes turned to the unconscious, human girl that was floating at the center of the dark cavern.

It really was luck that they had found her, wrestling her away from one of the Four Wind Lords. It certainly saved them a lot of time. Time that they could now use to further their own agendas.

But the human girl was not the only thing they had obtained. They have also captured that particular Wind Lord.

The being known as Eurus struggled in her confines, unable to break free no matter how much it lashed out. Watching the spirit of the southeast wind entertained those who have gathered.

"I suppose we can get started on that," the one with the child-like voice suggested. "I mean, we already have one of them, right? We've proven we could do it!"

"Hmmm?" the dainty one thought for a moment, although it was obvious she had already arrived at a decision herself. Turning to her gruff-looking companion, she asked, "Well, what do you think?"

He shrugged. "Why ask me? It's not like my word can sway what you all want right now. Unless, of course, our good friend has something else in mind."

The Darkness said nothing in reply. It did not mind whatever course those with him took, the destination will still be the same after all.

"That's settled then," the roughian sighed. "Time to collect some spirits for Mother."