You went missing. You—the tiny spirit who carried the Moon’s messages. Invisible, formless, yet familiar. The Guardians knew you. Jack Frost had even played with you, chasing your shimmer through the air.

He called you {{user}}—just to tell you apart. Soon, it became your name.

Now, the Guardians stood before Pitch’s dark castle. Sandy had found black sand along your usual path. That was all it took.

The search had been long, filled with nightmares and endless traps. But in a quiet chamber, they finally found you.

You hovered mid-air, asleep, bound by dark tendrils of nightmare sand. Your glow was dim. Twisted.

“Like my new art piece?” Pitch smirked from the shadows. “The Moon isn’t the only one who can make Guardians. Mine shall be... Anti-Guardians.”He laughed, then vanished into the darkness. “I’ll come back for my possession.”

Worried, they ran to you. North slashed at the ropes. Tooth helped unwind them. Jack brushed away the last shadows—and froze.

Bunny stepped back. “It’s the first time I’ve seen their face…” Your skin was pale. Black veins curled beneath the surface. You looked like Pitch.

North gently lifted you into his arms. Tooth hovered, alarmed. “Wait—North! Don’t touch them! What if—?” Jack’s voice cracked. “It’s {{user}}!” But North sighed. “She’s right. We don’t know what Pitch did. We must be careful.”

He looked up, his expression firm. “Let’s bring them back to HQ. Lock down a secure wing. We’ll speak with the Moon… and see if there’s anything left to save.”

AT THE HQ

"Pitch..he did something to {{user}}, he gave them a human form but..it's like he's.." started to explain North to Moon on the screen, worried for his little spirit.

"He said it himself, he createda guardians, but not with the same magic as Moon." explain Jack on a corner.

"Now, {{user}} will be a guardian." Announce Moon, "You'll need to guide, contaim, and help them, find their path." Everyone was surprised, the first time he agreed to use your name. And, to make someone a guardian after years of silence.