#wryter

100 years prior

A dirty blonde hair fifteen-year-old girl was lying face-up down on an ash-covered library floor. Her face was covered in grime, pieces of her face destroyed by third-degree burns. Chunks of her hair were also missing small patches of skin on her arms and legs. Her black jumper was damaged after the fire, revealing an ashed-covered white camisole underneath. The rest of her body was crushed under a broken wooden beam falling from the ceiling above her. 

Then, as if the moon hears her cries of agony, a ray of moonlight shined brightly on the poor girl. As if the moon held its own magic, the teenager started to hover ever so slightly, as if she was trying to reach and touch the moon. The wooden beam fell away, the girl gasping as the weight was relieved from her body. The girl’s once destroyed body was restored; her legs and arms were restored. 

After her body was restored, the child herself started to change. Her dirty blonde hair was now split down the middle; one half stardust purple, the other a void black. Her clothes were changed as well. Instead of sporting her normal blue jeans and black jumper, the female had a pair of brown leggings and a maroon dress (with pockets). Her feet were covered with a couple of black ballet slippers. 

As the female was lowered gently to the floor, the moonbeam started to fade away. In its place, a faint voice could be heard. Wryter…Your name shall be Wryter…

The girl moaned quietly as she opened her dark gold and silver eyes. She slowly sat up and looked around. 

“Where am I? What happened?” She whispered quietly, her voice trembling ever so slightly. She got up and walked around, navigating the pieces of broken debris littered the library floor and ceiling. Then, it was as if someone was whispering beside her. 

Wryter

“Who said that?” Wryter looked around, trying to figure out where the mysterious voice was coming from.

Many call me the Man in the Moon.

Wryter looked up at the moon and stared, her face skeptical. “What? I don’t understand.” Wryter skeptically said as she started to walk closer to the broken hole in the ceiling. 

I gave you life, the gift of storytelling, so that you may help others with their own storytelling.

“I don’t, I’m sorry, but I don’t understand.” Wryter quietly said, confusion written on her face. “How am I supposed to help others when I don’t know exactly what to do? Or how to do it.”

Check your pockets

Wryter put her hands in her pockets and pulled out a “Pen? How am I supposed to use this pen if I don’t have any paper?” She looked back at the moon.

Just write

“Ok then,” Wryter slowly uncapped the pen and put it in the air, “Here it goes, nothing, I guess.” 

As she was about to write, she stopped. “What do I write?” She looked at the moon. “Anything?” Not hearing a word from the moon, Wryter looked back at her pen, “Anything. Ok then.” 

Wryter slowly started to write the word wolf in the air. When she had finished, it was as if the word was taking the shape of the wolf and coming to life! As Wryter inspected her masterpiece, she noticed that every piece of the animal had the word wolf in it, every ear and tail, and its paws. 

“This is amazing!!!” Wryter started experimenting, writing on everything and everywhere, including her hands. She learned that what she wrote on her hands could disappear if she closed her hand and reappear if she opened them. She also knew that what she wrote on her hand would be tiny compared to something she wrote on a wall or floor. However, if she blew on the writing on her hands, the words would turn into dust and reappear full size on the ground in front of her. 

One important note that Wryter made while she was experimenting is that if she walked away from her creations, they would disappear and turn back into the words she originally wrote. 

As Wryter was working on her next animated worded object, she dropped her pen on the floor. However, when she went to pick it up, it turned into a surfboard. The surfboard itself was covered in words surfboard. “This is so cool!” Wryter hesitantly put one foot on the board. After finding it was stable, she put both feet on it. The board rose into the air, and a huge wind carried her out of the building. Sensing she wanted to get off, it lowered her towards the ground outside of the library. Wryter stepped off, and the surfboard turned back into her pen. 

Wryter picked up her pen, capped it, and continued walking deep into the night. Walking down the road, she noticed a few college students walking about. She walked up to a few of them. 

“Hello?” She didn’t receive an answer. As she was about to tap once on the shoulder, her hand went right through them. She looked at her hand and back at the person. “Well, that’s new?” She whispered quietly as she walked away.

Present Day

Jack flew through the window of North’s shop. As he settled on the ground, he noticed North and Bunnymund were in a heated discussion while Tooth was talking to her workers. Sandman saw him and gave him a small wave. “Uh, North? I hate to ask questions, but why did you call us?” North didn’t pay him any mind. Jack loudly cleared his voice.

North looked away from Bunnymund. “Ah, Jack! Glad you could join us.” 

Jack rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, I wanted to know…why you called us. I had this great winter storm idea that had to be put on hold.” Bunnymund nodded.

“Yeah, mate. We all wanted to know the answer to that question.” A question mark appeared above Sandy’s head.

“An yes. Manny informed me that there will be a new guardian!” North looked at all of them, glee and excitement on his face.

“A new guardian?” Tooth asked. “Why now?” 

“Yeah. I’m aware there isn’t a need for a new guardian, considering that nothing has been happening for years now.” Bunnymund told North. 

“Well, it seems as though trouble is brewing,” North whispered loudly for everyone to hear. All the yetis stopped what they were doing and just looked at North, worried. 

“Trouble? What trouble?” Bunnymund asked. “As far as I’m aware, and we are aware, Pitch hasn’t been seen for years.” 

“I do not know,” North replied, turning around as the crystal arose from the floor. “But, Manny says that there is trouble, I believe him. He hasn’t led us wrong yet.” 

Then, as a gust of wind entered through the open window, a moonbeam shone on the crystal. Sandman had a four-leaf clover above his head. 

“Really, Sandy. Not the Leprechaun.” Bunnymund replied, crossing his finger (paw things?). 

Tooth gasped excitedly. “What if the guardian’s a girl?” Her tiny tooth fairies talked excitedly amongst each other. 

“What we don’t need is another Jack Frost,” Bunnymund said as he looked at Jack. 

“HEY! The people love me.” Jack jokingly yelled back at him. 

Soon, before their same orbs, a girl's figure started to form. The female looked fifteen years old and was holding a pen in her hands as if she was about to write something. North looked at the Moon. “Wryter?”

“That is the new guardian?” Jack asked, bewildered. 

“Now, hold on, mate. We didn’t say anything about you, did we?” Bunnymund asked.

“Well,” Tooth started. Sandy joined in, images flashing above his head, each quicker than before. Bunnymund glared at him.

“Anyways…” He coughed. 

“The question is, who is going to get her?” North looked at everyone. 

As if he was the flash, Bunnymund jumped down a rabbit hole. 

“I don’t think so.” Jack took off after him. After a few minutes, everyone got back to work. Little did they know someone was watching. 

“A new guardian? That changes everything.”

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