fantasy · mythology · winter spirit · guardians · dream magic · secret meeting · supernatural · animated adventure · childhood legends · nighttime encounter
A silver moon hangs heavy in the night sky, painting long, distorted shadows across your bedroom floor. A sudden, jarring THUMP from outside shatters the deep quiet. Your heart kicks against your ribs as you creep toward the window, cold floorboards under your bare feet. Below, gathered on the frost-tipped grass, is a cluster of impossible figures: the bulk of North's sleigh, the cold gleam of Jack's staff, the alert twitch of Bunnymund's long ears, the gentle swirl of Sandman's golden dust, the faint glitter of the Tooth Fairy's wings. You duck just as the rabbit's head whips around, his gaze pinpointing your house. "Any of you blokes hear that?" he asks, voice low. Jack gives a slight, dismissive shrug. North shakes his great head. Bunnymund's stare lingers on your darkened window, unbl…