Wolfie: Okay. I'm sorry for those who read this story before I rewrote it. But I just finished watching the movie (So glad I saw it btw x3) and I now know that I definetly needed to change some things. So please forgive me, if you don't like where the story's going, then you can unfollow it... but, I'm making some changes..sorry T^T

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Chapter 1: In With The Old and The New

"Is there anything else I can get you?"

"No, I'm fine." Jaime smiled weakly, slightly nodding his head as if he was dozing off. He looked at his grandchild and smiled more. She had grown-up from the measly 4-year old that always asked him to tell her stories of the Guardians. He hoped she still believed in them like he did. No, he didn't just believe in them, he'd seen them. Heard them, talked to them. He knew they were real, just like the rest of his friends did, who were also in the same Nursing Home he was.

When he had his daughter, he wanted her to believe in them. He imagined her meeting them and having a huge, perfect smile on her round face. Gleaming with excitement like he had years before her time. But, she never believed in them. She was a more realistic person and didn't like hearing about his stories of the Guardians. As a matter-of-fact, she hated them and thought he was going crazy for believing. So, she dumped him in a Nursing Home without even so much as a glance his way.

His smile faltered.

It broke his heart when every Christmas night, he'd be able to enjoy North's presence, having snowball fights with him when he was a teen, or just sitting down and talking when he became a man. But all those moments that he enjoyed, she never got to share with him because she didn't believe. In anything.

Ever.

But when she'd had a daughter all her own, he was surprised and filled with happiness that she actually did believe. His granddaughter believed his stories when she was younger, she always wanted to hear more of his times he spent with the Guardians. She used to sometimes beg to hear them, which always brightened his day so much more. But as she got older, she started to stop asking him to tell her stories of them, as to where she rarely asked him now. Only asking him when she was deeply troubled or just plain bored. Yes, he missed the times when she was small and would sit on his lap, falling asleep in his arms whenever he was finishing up his stories, or flashbacks so to say. But, if she still believed in them, then that's all that matters to him.

"Okay Grandpa, I have to go now, but if you need anything please call me."

"I know, don't worry about me Avery. I will be fine, you just take care of yourself." He said, still holding his warm smile. She kissed his forehead and grabbed her coat, shoes, and everything else she set down when she came in. She put on a beige hat on top of her brown hair and her bright green eyes still showed that curiosity he had always noticed in them.

"Love you Grandpa."

"Love you to." Then, she left. She was going to be his last human visitor on this fine Christmas Eve. Oh, yes. He was going to have more, not that anyone else would be able to see them though.

"Everyone loves the sleigh!" North shouted happily as he hopped in the front seat of the magical vehicle. He gripped the ropes with anticipation and was technically bouncing in his seat. "Ready?!" He asked his Yeti helpers as they walked all around his path. Even when some of them said 'no' in their strange language that only he understood, he still took off, soaring the sky, energy rushig through his veins.

He threw a snowglobe in the air and shouted, "TO THE TOWN OF BURGESS!", before he entered and immediately arrived in his wanted destination. He laughed warmly as he dropped into each and every child's chimneys, delivering presents of all sorts to each and every single kid. He finally stopped his sleigh on the roof of a Nursing Home and jumped out of his sleigh. Before he could even take a step, he saw something far off that ran a shiver down his spine. He squinted his eyes so he could see it better, hoping his eyes were deceiving him. He rubbed them twice, pinched himself, smacked his face, and etc. But nothing could wipe away the sight that had already passed his view.

A horse. A horse made of black sand...a fearling.

He ran back to his sleigh and immediately slid in, alerting his reindeers and giving them the signal to take off. "I'm sorry my friend, but there are more important matters this time." He muttered to himself, mentally apologizing to Jaime, who was going to be his last visitor in that town. He tried to deliver the rest of his gifts, keeping the promise he made to all of the children in the entire world, but his heart was still filled with worry and he slowed with each stop.

After getting the warning from the Sandman that kids were starting to wake up, he rushed to finish his deliveries. Making sure to leave just the right gift for just the right child before they woke. Afterwards he returned to his home, at the North Pole.

'Could he really be back?! Of course he is, Pitch Black always comes back. Are children starting to believe in him again? Did we not get rid of him last time? I was hoping he'd stay away from here for awhile. Ugh, why?! WHY?! Why must he always complicate things, always getting under skin of each Guardian and technically living on our nerves! Why won't he just quit it already?!' North sighed as he ran a hand down his face, pelting a snowglobe in the air and shooting through the portal. 'I have to alert the Guardians.'

Once the sleigh was in the hands of the Yetis, he speed-walked out of it and headed to the main room. "He's back." He said simply to the Yetis that were following him.

"Argh, marn uff gunten lar?!" One of them hollered.

"Yes, yes I know-"

"ARRRRRGH MINYK OOPNA CARSHUWA!?" Phil screamed, holding his head between his hands as he entered a little panic attack.

"Phil, please. Calm-"

"FEDRUAN MUSHNEK GARZEN DUA-"

"PHIL?!" He glared at his companion, the Yeti instantly pausing. "Calm. Down." Phil nodded his head and continued to follow his old-time friend and boss.

They had finally reached the room and North waltzed over to the blue lever. He took a deep breathe before turning and pushing it down, sending out a signal to the others. 'He's finally returned...'

"What?!" Bunnymund screeched, his ears standing alert and tall on his head, twitching with even the slightest sound. "Did I hear you right?! Pitch is back?" He growled, saying the Nightmare King's name with distaste.

"With those huge ears, I'm pretty sure you heard better than the rest of us."

"Jack, this is serious! Shut up!" He snarled at the young Guardian.

"Yes, Pitch Black has returned. I saw him-" North started, but was interrupted.

"Wait...you saw him?!" Bunny asked. "Please don't let this be like last time when you just saw his shadow!"

"Well...actually, I saw one of his Fearlings. It was running on a rooftop, probably to go back to it's master." The Guardians grew quiet, letting what North said sink in.

Pitch Black was back. Returning to strike fear into the hearts of children once again. Their children. Innocent children that wouldn't even be expecting a thing. It was much easier when Jaime had helped. Gathering his friends and destroying the fearlings, believing in them all again, and not believing in Pitch anymore. But their time has gone. Some of his friends were passed now, and the rest of them were too old, barely able to even walk outside on warm day.

It was all on the new generation now.

The grandkids of Jaime's friends. The new innocent ones, some oblivious to the battle that happened years ago. And fortunately, they were told about the Guardians. The stories of them, adventures that they went on with their grandparents, which still kept them believing. But with Pitch back, what would happen now? Another battle? Is this one going to be harder than the last? Will they have to always fight off Pitch, would they never be able to actually stop the ever-lasting battle?

Sandy looked toward the floor, a pout coming to his golden lips. But out of the corner of his eyes, he could see a path of light shining through the big space on North's ceiling. He looked up and saw that MiM was trying to get their attention. His face brightened, glad that their greatest friend was coming to aid them.

"...!" He furrowed his eyebrows. Darn, he forgot he couldn't talk. He tried almost everything he could to get the solemn Guardians' attention.

'This happens all the time!' He thought, remembering that this happened last time he tried to tell them of MiM's light. He sighed and floated towards North. He then did the unthinkable...he yanked on North's beard.

"OWWW!" He cried as his beard was pulled, immediately sending shocks of pain down his spine. "San-"

The Sandman interrupted him by pointing upwards and towards the moon. North glared and looked in the same direction of Sandy's petite fingers. His eyes widened with glee once it's light path directed on the huge globe in the middle of the room. "Awww, Sandy, why didn't you just tell me?"

Sandy glared at him before the Guardians surrounded a circle with the different seasons on each side. The light moved onto the circle and a crystal lifted up from underneath the passage. "Manny thinks we need help." North shrugged, using the nickname he had given his friend.

"Really?! Again? Are we always going to need help when Pitch shows up?" Bunnymund asked, glaring at the crystal.

In had grown fond of Jack. He felt as if the young Guardian was almost like a younger brother to the him. A selffish, rude, sarcastic, arrogant younger brother who got under your skin every chance he got.

"Let's hope that with this help, we might be able to finally stop Pitch from ever coming back...ever." North replied, putting a comforting hand on the Easter Bunny's furry shoulder. Soon, the crystal glowed and revealed a light, transforming itself to reveal it's newest Guardian.

'I wonder who it is...' Tooth thought.

'Anyone but the groundhog.'

'Hmmm, does this mean Pitch has grown stronger?' North thought.

'Please not a Summer spirirt...they'll kill me!' Jack thought.

'Zzzzzzzz...'

"Sandy, wake up!" North shouted from the other side of te crystal. The Sandman gently fluttered his eyes open and looked towards the crystal, showing as much excitement as he could muster through his sleepy eyes.

When the crystal finished transforming, it made a figure with long hair and a soft face. The figure wore tights underneath a skirt that almost reached to her knees, a zipu-up jacket. She looked human...

"A girl?" Jack asked, just as confused as the others.

"A human girl. How is she gonn-"

"If Manny says she'll help us, then she'll help us. Maybe, she is a Guardian after all, but just looks human. Almost like how Jack might be able to pass of as a teenager and I will be able to pass of as an old man." North explained with a smile.

"...An old man with tattoos of the words 'Naughty and Nice' on his arms?" Jack said sarcastically.

"Yes, a...stylish and cool old man!" North grinned.

"Oh brother." Bunnymund sighed.

"Mom, I went to visit Grandpa today! You should really come with me next time, he-" Avery started, but was interrupted by her mother.

"Stop speding so much time with that man." She'd expected her mother not wanting to hear about it, but she wasn't ready for her mom's response.

"...What?" She had just left the Nursing Home and loved to tell her parents' about her experiences with Grandpa Jaime. But she couldn't understand why her mother barely ever visited him. That was her father after all, who wouldn't want o go visit their own dad? She wouldn't even invite him to any of the holidays we celebrated as a family with Avery's aunts and uncles and cousins. She didn't ever invite Granddad and Avery was the one who always brought him a present on Christmas, cooked him dinner on Thanksgiving, and etc. Sometimes, she felt like she loved Grandpa...more than her mother did...

"I said, stop spending time with your Grandfather. He's old and going crazy. Heck, he still believes in Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, the Sandman, and Jack Frost for crying out loud! Stay away from him before he puts those crazy ideas into your head."

"...A-are you asking me, to stay away from your own father? My grandpa?! Wh-"

"He's not my father anymore." Her mother said gravely. Avery's eyes widened and she covered her mouth, silencing her gasp.

"YOUR DISOWNING HIM NOW?!" She yelled, furious with her mom.

"Don't yell at me young la-"

"WHAT TYPE OF PERSON DISOWNS THEIR OWN FATHER?! YOU ARE HIS DAUGHTER, YOU CAN'T EVER STOP BEING HIS DAUGHTER! HE RAISED YOU, TAUGHT YOU ALMOST EVERYTHING YOU KNOW, HELPED YOU GROW AND LEARN! HE'S THE ONE WHO TUCKED YOU IN AT NIGHT AND TOLD YOU BEDTIME STORIES! HE'S THE ONE WHO DROVE YOU TO SCHOOL, WHO BOUGHT YOU ALMOST EVERY GIFT FOR YOU ON YOUR BIRTHDAY! HE'S THE ONE WHO RAISED YOU WHEN YOUR MOM DIED WHEN YOU WERE JUST 10 YEARS OLD AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY HIM!? YOU'RE CLAIMING TO NOT BE HIS DAUGHTER?!" Avery shouted, letting her emotions get the best of her.

'...What type of person...would say that...?'

"Avery..." Her mother looked at her with wide eyes. "Don't you EVER speak to me in that tone of voice! EVER! I am your mother and-"

"And he is your father." She growled through clenched teeth. "How could you? What type of person would say those things about their own father...? What's wrong with you? Granpa-" But she didn't finish her sentence before her mother's own hand connected to her cheek. Avery's face thrashed to the side from the impact of slap. Her brown bangs covering over her green eyes.

She heard her mom gasp. "Oh Avery! I'm so sorry, oh please! Oh my goodness, Avery?! Honey-" She ran out of the house, not even bothering to change coats because her zip-up jacket definetly wasn't going to keep her warm throughout the freezing weather. But she didn't care, she ran and ran. Tears flowing down her eyes and heart beating so fast she thought it might explode.

'Why...?' She thought, as she ran to the only place she could think of.

"He's what?!" Jaime croaked, coughing a little bit after his outburst. "Pitch...?!"

"Yeah, and we're hoping that this time he'll stay away...forever." Jack sighed, looking at the floor.

"Wow...what are you guys gonna do? I was hoping that we scared him off a long time ago. I thought the children of this generation didn't believe in him. I thought-"

"It was only you and your friends that helped us, mate. Remember that, there were millions of other kids who grew up just like you and told their children of Pitch." Bunnymund snarled. The Guardians had decided to tell Jaime of Pitch's return and had just arrived 20 minutes ago. Bunnymund was leaning against a wall, Jack sitting down in a chair, North was sitting in another chair beside him, Tooth was floating sadly, and Sandy was standing. Jaime, as usual, was sitting up in his bed, trying to take in what they said.

Jack looked at him with sad eyes. 'He's getting so old...I remember when he was just 10 years old...and now he's almost 83...He's not a kid anymore, but he still believes.' He thought, as he watched the only human he's ever been closed to since he first became a Guardian.

"What are we gonna do...?" Tooth spoke finally, sounding tired. Tired of having to deal with Pitch after all these years.

"The same thing we always d-"

"And that doesn't exactly stop him." Jack interrupted North. North stood up with a sigh and rubbed his temples. How could they stop Pitch this time?! How would they do it differently?! Everytime they stop him, he always comes back! When is ever going to quit?!

Suddenly, the door pounded open, slamming against the white walls of Jaime's room. "Grandpa!" Avery cried before her eyes got wide and she stopped herself. She lifted her hands to her mouth and took a step back, looking at the Guardians infront of her that stared back with curiosity. She looked at Jaime with questioning eyes. "G-grandpa...?"

"Can she see us?" Tooth asked, wondering how a teen could see them. Usually little kids would only see them. Crazy seniors now and then, but a teenager? They usually were rare.

Avery looked at them deeply. "Big ears...boomerang...eggs..." She muttered to herself, describing Bunnymund. "Wings...pretty colors..." Tooth. "Golden sand...floating...silent.." Sandy. "White hair...blue eyes...huge stick..." Jack. "And long beard...red suit..." North.

"She can definetly see us." Jack said, staring at her like the rest of them.

"Avery..." Jaime said softly, wondering what his grandchild would do, but extremely happy that she could see them, which meant she still believed in them.

"C-can I see your a-arms?" She asked North, slightly pointing. She remembered how Jaime had described them to her, the tattoos. That would give her confirmation that these were no other than... the Guardians.

"Sure." North lifted up his sleeve and just like she expected, on both arms were the tattoos of the 'Naughty and Nice' on both arm. Her jaw dropped and her arms fell limp. She felt her head growing light-headed before she fainted, crashing to the floor with a thud.

"Well...that went...well." Jack said.

Wolfie: Okay, this is how I re-wrote it. For those that already read my first one, please comment me saying which one you like the better: this one, or my first one. Whichever one you like better, I'll keep posting from there and continue to write chapters for. I still have the 1st one, just tell me which one you liked better.

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