The guardians consisted of Santa or North as he liked to be known, The Easter bunny or just Bunny, the sand man (Sandy), and tooth the tooth fairy. These so called guardians were assembled at the North Pole in North's work shop arguing about the return of Pitch. Apparently North had seen a shadow of Pitch encircling his globe.

Sandy gave a silent huff. He had spotted the moon peaking through the skylight and had been trying to gain the rest of the guardians attention but it was rather hard seeing as Sandy can't speak. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted one of the elves licking an empty eggnog glass. Hovering over, he plucked the little elf off the floor and shook him so hard that the bell on his hat rung loudly. All attention turned to him, Sandy pointed at the moon.

"Ah! Man in moon !" North exclaimed. "Sandy, why did you not say something?"
Sandy face palmed in frustration.
"It's been a long time my friend", North spoke to the moon. "What is big news?"

There was no verbal reply but the moon light shone down on the G engraved in the floor. In the light the shadow of a man appeared causing them to gasp.
"It is Pitch", Bunny admitted gravely. North sent him a I told you so expression before turning back to the moon.
"Manny, what must we do?"

In response the G on the floor sunk down and a huge crystal rose in it's place.

"Guys, you know what this means right?" Tooth fluttered anxiously.

"He's choosing a new guardian", North answered.

Bunny looked surprised, "wait what?"
The guardians huddled closer to the crystal all supplying guesses for who the new guardian may be.

Light began to form above the crystal showing the figure of a boy in a hoodie holding a curved stick. "Jack Frost," North stated. As soon as the name was spoken the figure changed in to a boy with wild hair and sashes tied around his waist.

"Dia de los muertos?" Bunny asked. "Two new guardians? Oh this is even worse".

Tooth gave a happy sigh, a dreamy look on her face as her fairies fainted. "It's okay", she said , snapping out of her day dream. "As long as they help save the children right?"

"Jack Frost and Dia de los muertos?" Bunny exclaimed. "They don't care about children. All Jack does is freeze water pipes and mess with my egg hunts. And Dia has not been seen for years! They are irresponsible, selfish -"

"Guardians ", North finished.

"No, they are many things but they are not guardians".

Across the world a boy sat in a church. There was a funeral precession going on and weeping family members sat around him. He looked rather out of place in the sea of black with his purple festival pants and gold and purple fabrics hanging off his hips. He still wore the same dirty white shirt that he had awoken in over three hundred years ago. The same burnt and smoke smelling shirt. It hung off his shoulders displaying his dark skin and sharp collar bones.

The crying increased as the funeral ended and the mourners were expelled on to the streets of Mexico City. The boy followed them, a dance in his step. Twirling to the front of the crowd he approached a crying child. Unwrapping one of the many pieces of fabric from around his waist he laid it over the child's shoulders. It had burst into flames as soon as it was untied but the flames did not harm the child. However the child's small frame stiffened and a feeling of warmth and comfort filled their mind. Tears still dripped down their cheeks but they no longer felt sad.

Pulling the fabric back around his waist, Dia turned and smiled at the ghost standing next to him.
"Thank you", the ghost smiled at him before fading away. Dia smiled sadly before turning to the newly risen moon.

"Is this what you want from me?" He asked, voice cracking. "Why? Why do I have to help everyone pass through yet never leave? I want to die!" He faltered, alone in the now deserted street. "Why can I just pass on? I'm dead am I not? So why do I have to stay and look after the grieving?"

The moon did not respond. It only shone down silently on him. Dia felt warm tears trickle down his cheeks. "No answer huh".

The wind lifted him up on to the church roof and he watched as glowing sand filled the sky as Sandy got to work. Dia sighed and curled into a sitting position with his knees under his chin. Running a hand over his face he felt the makeup cover his features in the design of a skull. Flowers dotted his neck and descended underneath his shirt. It took a little bit of magic to remove and replace the makeup mask but it made him feel safe and the newly deceased often expected that sort of thing.

There was a sound from the church steeple above him and Dia looked up only to have himself roughly stuffed into a sack and thrown through a portal.

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