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RotGfic_Dreams and Desasters 3: Neverspring

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Chapter 3: Neverspring

The guardians could not believe what had just happened the night before. Just, how was it possible? It happened under their noses! Just when they had found help, another child-abduction happened.

"Now what?" Demanded Bunny, anger noticeable in his voice "...we got Pitch, but we have no clue how are we going to stop all this?"

The Boogyman remained silent. He had been like that since they came to the Pole; silently standing in a dark corner. Bunny, even if he would never admit it, felt uneasy in his presence; Thooth and the minifairies felt something similar, but she was more worried about the eventual conterattack. They didn't know who had done this, they didn't even know why the Man in the Moon, himself, hadn't said anything; he didn't even informed the situation—if it wasn't for North noticing the disappeared lights in the globe, in the forst place, they would have never known something was off!— whoever did this was not a normal enemy if he could hide his power from MiM, and could move stealthy... How do you fight an invisible enemy?

“I have an idea..." Said explained North with a dark tone "...first, we need children to stay away from the snow, Sandy and Pitch will be in charge of that while three of us look for patern to follow" he said.

"Are you sure we can thrust him?" Questioned the Pooka a little annoyed by the smile of satisfaction in the dark-one's face.

" Becalm yourself Bunnymund, you don't have to fear me. If I get to frighten children with no charge, you can be sure I won't try anything bad. Come on Sandman, we have work to do..."

It was surely easier to say than to get done... Pattern to follow? Follow whom? Follow where?




The lights of the street started to turn on one by one, but Sophie refused to go inside untill her mother came and carried her back inside. She kicked and and screamed and fought as much as she could to get away of her mother's grip. But she couldn't, she was told to have a light dinner and, afteerwards, put in bed by hte time the sun had all gone. She did not have the vocabulary needed to describe this situation —most of he thoughts were abstact ideas, easier to feel than to talk— but if she had, the word she had used would have been "Injustice" or maybe "unfair"; and if she had had enough wisdom, which she lacked due to her short age, she would have understood her mother was just acting like a parent; and if she hadn't been foolish enough, maybe the moon would have never smiled again...

She was still little, but she understood well that her brother had been taken by a stranger —She saw everything, but the adults didn't listen!— That morning, when she woke up, her mom was talking to the police. Mom said she discovered Jamie wasn't there when she went upstairs to wake him up. That wasn't thrue! Sophie had run to mom's room when she saw Jamie disappear and mom said: "it's ok, love. It was just a dream, go back to bed". And she believed it!—maybe it was a learnt habit to think everything was indeed ok if her mother said that—But then, she discovered her mother lied to her...

When the police asked her if she had heard or seen something Sophie called him and told him everything she saw (not like an adult could, but she tied her best); did the grown ups payed attention? No! Mom just said : "Honey, go to play somewhere else, this is adult's talk". The officer said: "The little detective has some imagination!." Grown ups didn't listened and then said she had invented the whole thing?

The adults kept talking, saying they hoped this wasn't caused by the thing they thought took the other kids, for it would worsen the situation —meaning that the children were no longer safe at their own homes— that they needed to take action and such...

Well, if adults didn't want to listen, then she would find her brother by herself!

She spent the entire day spying the street from her fort —a cardboard box upside douwn, colored with crayons all over with wholes to see outside, all settled to have there the most escential things: candy, crayons, a sword she had made herself and her fairytale book, to study ways of chasing monsters and spirits— Jamie thaught her that, when spying, you have to hide well, and that the box is the best way to do it when you are little. She looked everywhere, waiting for the same stranger to come back and ask him where his brother was! (Childish plan, but she was a child...) nothing had happened during daytime, but maybe at night she would have more luck!

As soon as her mother left her room, she threw the sheets away, took her pillow with a shield-like manner and ran to the window, fighting sleep for the right to keep watch and find the stranger.

She lost the fight after ten minutes...



Sandman filled the children with a heavy dosiso f dreamsand, feeling too guilty of what they werer about to do —mostly, for what he, himself, was about to allow— They were currently in front of a boy's room, his dreams filled with games with his pet-puppy; Sandy closed his eyes, it broke his heart just to think he'll have take away that smile... But, this time, it was for the good of the childen...

"If you alow me... Old friend... " said Pitch, and with one touch to the golden string, that was comming out of Sandy's hand, the sand turned black and grew by it's own, transforming into a giant web that turned every trace of golden sand into black. He looked back at the window and saw how the figures of the dream were now in the middle of a dark forest, apparntly, fighting a blizard

"I just learnt this little trick..." Commented pitch as he admired his work "...Took me sometime, but I found a way to turn dreams into nightmares. I was planning to use it against the guardians soon, you know, have some action... Ah! How hironic... Life has such a twisted sense of humor..." He turned his head back to Sandman, who was still looking through the window. The boy didn't looked as troubled, but he did seemed to be feeling the same cold as in the nightmare "...know it hurts them..." Commented Pitch "...but it hurts you more... Even if it's only one night"

Sandy let out a single tear and then looked at Pitch with sympathy and made some signals avobe his head; Saying that made him feel like a parent, a parent that had just forbid his children fromdoing something they love for their own sake.

"Be thank ful you don't bear that burden..." said the dark man "...your heart would shatter easilier..."

After they finished with the doze of fear in the children's dreams, they left; not caring about the falling snow. Sandman felt his resolve back, he was not entirely sure as ever that what they were doing was the rigt thing, but he would not let his devil snow harm his little children... Hopefully, there would be no mor desapearences with this move.

Or so he thought... for the fear was not fast enough to get into a certain dream...

Little Sophie Benett had been sleeping against the windowsil for hours by now, and was awaken when she felt the glass colder than before, in the right moment fewr was stqrting to invade her dreams. As she woke up, she composed herself and went back to her watch... It was snowing, and, for a moment, she felt the slight urge of going back to bed, something was telling her this was not such a good idea! But it did not mattered, this time, the persone she was looking for came after some minutes...


Red and white, blue and green,
Green and white, red and blue...

Red, and green
dress the spring,
but blue and white
are the colors of me.
Winter is my domain,
would you come and play
Where red and green
are never to bring?


"Mo'! Mo'! Mo'!" She called as she ran to the nearest room "He's he'e, he's he'e!"  This time she woke up and came to the window where Sophie signaled the stranger. "There!"

"There's no-one there, sweetie... It was a dream... Go back to sleep"

"But is he'e!"

"Honey, whoever took Jamie, will be found... Don't worry, he's not going to hurt you..." She said. Sophie left and went to her room — if only she had thwords for this! Why adults didn't understand when you need them to?— she put on her boots and took her pillow — her mother remained sit on her own bed, worried sick about Jamie and beaten by stress, wondering if it was a good or a bad thing to let her little girl read too many fairytales— then, the little girl walked down the stairs, decided to talk to the stranger. Her mother couldn't see him, but she could; he was still standing ine the middle of the street, looking up at the cloud-covered sky. She remembered the distant memory of a nightmare where it was all covered in snow... But she wasn't affraid — maybe she was, it was like the feeling you have whenyou're about to talk to aprople for the first time— and that wouldn't stop her, not even the many locks closing the door.

Sopie used then the dog-door to get out.

"You!" She called, he looked down, surprised she was talking to him.

"You... See me?" He said, Sophie nodded.

"Where's Jamie?" She asked. He smiled, it wasn't one of those smiles grown ups show when they want you to leave them alone or the smile parents give when they pretend they're listening... He was trtuly smiling at her.

"He's your brother, right?" She noded agian "...would you come with me?"

"Whe'e?"

"Where is never spring..."

Just when her mother had come outside calling for her, the blizard conceiled the two that were now up in the sky...

Sophie curled her arms around the white haired person's neck and closed her eyes as he flew through the clouds. She was a little scared at the begining, but then she felt they had stopped

To be continued...
PART 2: THE ICE KING

I know, I know, took me too long PLEASE, DON'T KILL ME!
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Please make more! It's a really good plot so far and I need to know how it ends.