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My Sister's a Guardian (RotG Fanfic)- Chapter 24(Content/trigger warnings for this chapter: depression-like thing)Chapter 24: Since Night Falls--Ranya-- Now for the second part of the plan. I spent more time reading next to my bed to lower Tooth’s suspicion—her gaze darted to me every time I moved even a millimeter. But after a few hours, I strode downstairs to where Sandy and Zachary were. Tooth flew a few inches behind me, her feathers bristled. Sandy knelt on the white rug in the living room, Dreamsand spiraling from his hands to form small dinosaurs of all different species. Zachary sat in front of him, trying his hardest to squish all seventeen of them onto his lap with his pudgy arms. The toys kept falling off, and he growled. “Sandy!” I called, doing my best to make my voice sound cheerful amidst the still-present weight in my body. He and Zachary turned to me. I bent to their level on the scraggly rug. “Could you please make me one?” I pointed to Zachary’s dinosaurs. Tooth’s eyes narrowed, and she rubbed her arms as if she were cold. “What would you need it for?” “Who wouldn’t want something made by the Sandman?” “It’s just that you’ve been suspicious today, Ranya. I can’t help but worry. You could knock someone unconscious with that Dreamsand.” “I won’t. I need your protection.” “I just can’t take your word for it.” “What happened at the school today was a mistake, Tooth.” Dreamsand coalesced into a dinosaur in Sandy’s golden hands, and he held it out toward me. Tooth tried to grab it away, but I snatched it and clutched it hard against my chest as I ran back upstairs to my room. Tooth followed close behind. She was in my room a mere second after I had crossed its threshold into—a battleground. That was what this room had become. Not the lively greenhouse my sister thought it was, or the homey area I did, but a place to plan and plot and fight. I needed to distract Tooth while I got the Dreamsand off this dinosaur. “I had anxiety that suddenly began six years ago and then stopped after four.” The grainy texture of the Dreamsand—not unlike its dark opposite—dug into my arms as I pressed it tighter to my chest and stood my ground in the middle of the room. I would not back down. Could not. “That is strange.” Tooth’s voice was even as she hovered a few short inches in front of me. She looked down at my dinosaur. “But Ranya, I’m sorry, you can’t have this.” She tried to seize it from my tight grasp. I hunched over, shielding it with my body. “Do you know what happened with my anxiety?” I kept my hands as close to my chest as possible and dug my fingernails into the dinosaur’s legs, scraping away some of the Dreamsand. The toy let out a crunch, and I froze. Tooth’s eyes darted to my fingers. “What are you doing?” She darted so close to my face and so suddenly that it startled me, and she was able to grab hold of the dinosaur. She yanked as her eyes shone. I held on tightly. “Ranya! Are you scratching off Dreamsand?” I pressed the scraped golden dust in one palm back onto the dinosaur and clenched the other in a fist. “No. I just touched it wrong.” Tooth finally managed to yank the dinosaur away and began examining it. Gashes would be evidence that I needed searching—and crumbly Dreamsand wouldn’t be easy to hide. If she found a spot, Isabelle and I probably wouldn’t be able to escape tonight. I had to distract her—better this time. Tooth went right to the legs. She began running her fingers over their surfaces and held the Dreamsand creation up to her bright pink eyes. “Hey Tooth! Exactly how many feathers do you have?” I questioned. “I don’t know, Ranya.” Tooth ran her fingers over the part I had originally scraped some off but smoothed over. I tried a different tactic. “So you can just take my things now?” “This was a gift.” “Gifts belong to the receiver.” She darted to the part on the leg I hadn’t restored as her eyes widened, looking intently. “So you hurt minors now?” I tried again. Tooth looked up. “You guys are forcing Isabelle into danger against her will, and now you’re taking my things?” Tooth gave a grim smile. “We’re in trying times, Ranya. I have to be suspicious of you; you could put yourself and others in danger with this Dreamsand. And Isabelle was chosen to be a Guardian. She can defend herself.” I latched onto the more emotional thing. The more passionate, angry thing. “She’s a child.” “Katherine was, too, and we wouldn’t have defeated Pitch the first time without her. Isabelle just hasn’t realized her calling.” “The Man in the Moon can find someone less terrified for her life.” Tooth gave me a pitiful look. “We need Isabelle to defeat Pitch. Perhaps even kill him for good this time.” “You should stop acting like her fear doesn’t matter. You fight fear! Fear, Pitch, has killed two of your fellow Guardians. Have you forgotten about your friends who are somehow more important than my sister?” Tooth’s eyes paused, then looked away. “People are dying from the Terror Storms, too. Since this morning, three more have struck. There are over a thousand people dead.” That’s the Man in the Moon’s fault for not choosing someone willing to fight now. I didn’t voice that thought. Tooth evidently didn’t notice the small uncovered spot I had taken from, for she flittered over and set the dinosaur on top of the books on my shelf. I had gone too far. After that, it was easy to hide the Dreamsand in Isabelle’s drawer in the bathroom; Tooth apparently didn’t think I was as suspicious anymore. My chest squeezed a bit painfully, though; I was going behind her back, and I had brought up painful memories that clearly still haunted her. Lying to her to protect Isabelle was one thing. Convincing Tooth she was horrible was another. I told Isabelle her ChapStick was almost gone (it was) and that she needed to check it out. She seemed to get my underlying point. As I walked back to my room, light suddenly streamed in through my window. Windshallow had returned to day. Step two was completed.
My Sister's a Guardian (RotG Fanfic)- Chapter 23(Content/trigger warnings for this chapter: anxiety)Chapter 23: Before Night Falls--Ranya-- It was time to begin forming my plan. I typed in the Notes app on my phone. The first step was to tell Isabelle what she needed to do tonight. I probably wasn’t getting a private audience with her anymore with the Guardians’ new suspicion, so I needed a secret way to communicate. She didn’t have a phone or a laptop—I needed to do something in-person. I couldn’t even whisper without the Guardians hearing, though, so I needed some other way. Like a note. The only place I could write without Tooth seeing was the bathroom. It even had tissues I could use as paper, but I’d have to sneak a writing utensil in there, like a pencil from the pencil holder on my desk. My best chance would be if I sprinted into my room and stashed it in my pants before Tooth arrived. Then once I wrote the message, I’d have to get it to Isabelle. I couldn’t just clearly hand a note to her; that would be suspicious. I’d have to hide it in something. But I’d also have to hint to her to keep the note away from Jack’s sight. So, I had to be suspicious in a way only Isabelle would recognize as suspicious. Like making her drawings. I never did that, but the Guardians didn’t know it. I could make a couple of pictures and hide the note in between. As soon as North had given up getting into Isabelle’s room and plodded away, I stopped reading my book (I wasn’t going to write fanfiction with Tooth in it in front of her) next to my bed and got up. Then I gathered underclothes and pants from my dresser and strode down the hall with Tooth behind me. I locked myself alone in the bathroom. The door muffled her twittering on the other end slightly. It sounded extra high and tense. After waiting a minute, I said, “I need something else,” and dashed out the door to my room. I yanked a pencil from the wooden pencil holder on my desk and shoved it in my sweatpants (not a pocket—inside my pants) before Tooth arrived, then continued to my closet and jerked out a new sweater. As I began striding back to the bathroom, Tooth’s lips pressed flat. “You don’t need a pencil in the bathroom.” “Why would I have a pencil?” “I heard you take something from your pencil holder.” “No I didn’t.” “Ranya… You’re planning to do something dangerous again, aren’t you? You’re trying to communicate your plan to someone so they can help?” Before I could respond, she took my shoulders and began patting me down from there. I tried to wiggle the pencil down into the looser part of my pants so it could drop into my boot, but it wouldn’t budge. Crap. “Stop moving,” Tooth said. I continued to wiggle, more furiously, and she grabbed my arms. Her grip was tight. “Stop, please.” She made it to my waist. I had to do something. I swiped down my leg—disguising it as a scratch—and tried to push the pencil down. It hardly moved. “Ranya, please,” Tooth said as she pushed a stiff hand against my stomach. I “scratched” again, but it still wasn’t enough. “Ranya!” The third time, I released the pencil, and it fell. I stopped moving. Tooth finished patting me down. She didn’t find the pencil but still pulled her arms tight against her chest. I went and locked myself in the bathroom again. After washing my ratty hair and pulling new clothes on, I scrawled on a tissue explaining what had happened with Dakota and my plan for tonight. I tucked my pencil under a scraggly blue towel beneath the sink, folded up the note, and slid it into my back pocket. Once back in my room, I sketched and colored butterflies on a couple of papers, using a stiff clipboard as I sat against my bed. I soon finished. Now for the second hard part of contacting Isabelle—sliding the tissue out of my pocket and between the two drawings without Tooth noticing. The Guardian stared at me intently. I leaned one of my hands behind me—close to the tissue—my muscles tense. “What’s your favorite color, Tooth?” Casual questions to lower her guard. “Pink.” She stared at me. “Yours?” “Green. Especially that green.” I pointed to the tall lamp on the night table next to my bed. With my other hand, I tried to inch the tissue out of my pocket without ripping it. “I think it’s called shamrock green?” Tooth’s stiff, pale expression didn’t change. “What are you trying to do, Ranya?” “What do you mean?” “You’re being suspicious again. You’ve had plenty of time to ask questions, and you’re only getting to it now?” “I only thought of them now.” Tooth sighed. “What are you trying to do?” “Just talk.” “Ranya, please. Pitch, the Watcher, and the Fear Angels are dangerous.” Her eyes snapped to my hidden hand. “You have something in your pocket.” I yanked the tissue the rest of the way out without ripping it and sat on top. “No I don’t.” “Let me see. Get up.” “You can check while I’m sitting.” Tooth snatched my arms and pulled. “Get up, please.” I held firm. “Really, there’s nothing in my pocket!” Tooth tugged, inching me off the ground as I fought to remain sitting. I let go of my clipboard, and it fell onto the carpet near the tissue. Tooth yanked me to my knees. I kicked the board’s corner, and it moved closer to the note. Giving a hard tug, she nearly exposed it. I risked extra suspiciousness and grabbed the clipboard with my hand and moved it over the tissue. I stood up the rest of the way, and Tooth stuck her hand in my empty pocket. “I could’ve sworn…” she muttered. She glanced at the clipboard and picked it up. But the tissue stuck to the bottom. She didn’t see anything on the carpet underneath. I was soon able to slip it between the papers. Later, I walked to Isabelle’s door and knocked. “It’s me—Ranya.” No footsteps sounded on the other side—Isabelle’s silent feet—but the door soon opened to the small room. Her long black hair stuck up in places like dryer lint. I didn’t think she had just risen from a nap, though, because a penciled butterfly outline sat on her desk and a blue colored pencil rolled next to it. Her lilac blinds were open to the evening light. Then through the window, the sun suddenly plunged under the horizon like a hand had yanked. Windshallow. Isabelle jumped and screamed as she spun toward the window. When she saw the night, or maybe the sparkling stars overhead, she took deep breaths and calmed. Even with her exposure therapy to Windshallow’s strangeness, night still meant terror in her eyes. But at least it hadn’t been a shadow about to sneak up on her. Slowly, she turned back toward me, though she still half-glanced at the window behind her every few seconds. “I made something for you.” I held out the stack of papers with the tissue now stuck between them, making a point to stare her directly in her eyes with purpose for an awkwardly long time. “You can look at them in your room if you want.” I put a slight emphasis on those words. Isabelle nodded back, and then spun and shut the door. Step one completed.
My Sister's a Guardian (RotG Fanfic)- Chapter 22(Content/trigger warnings for this chapter: anxiety, family member pressuring child to get over anxiety)Chapter 22: A Powerful Being**Isabelle** Anxiety is like a disease writhing just beneath the earth’s surface in the middle of a lush jungle. The disease snags roots and sucks the nutrients out of the soil, causing the flowers to curl and brown. And when the plants die, animals that eat those plants die from a lack of food, and then the animals that eat those animals die, and so on. There are many little ways anxiety can affect you, many little areas it can touch. Once Jack and I had ridden home in Zo’s mom’s car through the thick swirling fog, and I leaned against a wall in my house’s entryway, longing to sit back down instead, Ranya trudged down the stairs to greet me. Her clothes were damp and torn in jagged slashes with little wood shards snagged in her hair and sweater. Jack had told me what had happened at Ranya’s school, what Tooth explained to him while they worked together. At least the pale boy’s warning had likely only been about that, so I didn’t need to worry about it now. That was all the damage the danger had done. Except there was something else. On the way back home, the pounding heart and trembling and thoughts of the danger had calmed enough that I felt the full effects of Cathey’s paralysis. She was my friend, but I had abandoned her. I could have turned and distracted the Fear Angel, or if my fear had been calmer, I might have been able to concentrate my thoughts and control my powers in time. She was paralyzed because of me. It squeezed my heart, circling in my thoughts. I could have saved her, but I hadn’t. Tooth, twiddling her fingers together, flew behind Ranya, and then North strode past the two girls. Mom stood behind him. “Isabelle’s school was attacked,” Jack, his brows furrowed, said from behind me, and explained what had happened, how after he left when the boy told him Ranya was in danger, the Fear Angels locked everyone inside and began exterminating them. Ranya’s eyes widened. Mom, her own eyes a little glazed over for some reason, stepped forward and reached a hand toward me. “Are you all right, Isabelle?” “Yes…” I said shakily, letting her squeeze my shoulder. Ranya opened her mouth, but Tooth spoke quicker. She looked back at North. “That wasn’t what happened at Ranya’s school. Almost everyone escaped.” She turned to Jack. “Was Pitch there? Or a white fog?” “Not as far as I know.” “Another difference,” North said, templing his fingers. “Pitch didn’t send Fear Angels to the schools for the same purpose. I checked the Globe of Belief recently, and no lights have gone out. So weakening us was not his objective. Then what?” My heart began to pound at a realization. “We still don’t know who the white mist was from. And where are Sandy and Zachary?” His eyes darted toward the door. “They’re coming; we passed them on the way back,” Jack said. My voice shook as I, avoiding looking at Mom, whispered, “I think Pitch was after me. He locked us inside so I couldn’t escape.” “But he said he wouldn’t kill you yet…” said North. “Pitch doesn’t often lie.” But either way, I had to get help. The Guardians couldn’t always protect me, as I had seen today. I jumped when the front door creaked open behind me. Spinning, I saw Sandy floating next to the yellow door with his hands on Zachary’s shoulders. I couldn’t help but give a cry of relief at their coming. Zachary was another person I had failed to protect. Thank God Sandy had been there. “Welcome back,” said North, his expression grave. Sandy nodded. Mom strode over to Zachary and squeezed his shoulders. “Are you all right?” “It was cool!” he said, his blue-green eyes sparkling. “There were monsters everywhere! They were bigger than a whole mountain! They were made of bones, and when they touched people, they’d go crash!” He hit his little hand with the other. “To the floor!” Even though it was a little morbid, Zachary’s complete lack of understanding of the situation cracked through my guilt and fear a little. I smiled. Mom stood. “As long as you’re all right.” North shook his head. “Keep being a child, Zachary.” Then he turned to his fellow Guardians. “Sandy, we’ll want your story as well and confer with Bunny once he arrives with Mr. Kirkwood. For now, Jack—don’t let Isabelle out of your sight. We don’t want this to happen again. But we need to hold a meeting with what we have—we don’t know how soon Pitch will strike next. Join us, Isabelle.” My heart rate sped up as something spun desperately in my chest. Joining a Guardian meeting was like being a spirit and a Guardian. Besides, I had something I needed to do. “No.” “Isabelle, you need—” “You can’t make her,” Ranya said, though kind of dejectedly. North pointed a harsh look in her direction. “You can’t make me!” I burst around his large figure out of the dark red halls. He and Mom turned, and Jack followed me. I darted to my room upstairs and locked the door once he was inside. I didn’t want to be alone at all anymore. My head throbbed as I plopped in my hard desk chair, reminding me of how little sleep I had gotten last night and how I was due for a nap. My pretty plush bed invited me, but I couldn’t rest. I had to do something. The Guardians couldn’t protect me. Even when Jack had returned, he couldn’t stop the Fear Angels. Therefore, I needed someone else. The butterflies arranged across my walls seemed to be watching me. “Who do you know who’s powerful? Besides the Guardians?” I asked Jack. “Why?” I didn’t want to lie, and he had mostly helped me until now. “You left me today, Jack.” My voice was bitter as something sharp swirled in my chest. I was sure this was my lack of sleep talking, and I tried to make myself apologize, but he shook his head. “That was only one time, Isabelle. I promise it won’t happen again.” “How do you know?” “I don’t think North will be letting anyone leave after this. We’re all gonna stick together.” Loud steps heading toward the stairs sounded below. “Do you think the Guardians could defeat an entire army of Fear Angels?” I crossed my arms and kicked off my shoes, and the carpet scratched at my feet beneath my thin socks. “We could teleport everyone out of here.” “What if Ranya escapes again?” She would likely have to to defeat Pitch. “You would have to split up.” Jack opened his mouth. I narrowed my eyes. He closed it. “Fine.” He twirled his staff and glanced at the ceiling. “Most powerful people become Guardians at some point, like me. Except Pitch. I guess the only one who hasn’t and isn’t completely evil would be Mother Nature. Though she’s really—” “Mother Nature?” Ranya had told me about her before, and she was in the books, but it had been a while since Ranya made me read them. North knocked on the door. It rattled. “Jack, please let me in.” Jack ignored him. He was taking my side more and more every day. “Yeah,” he told me. “She can control the elements and whatnot.” “How could I contact her?” “Honestly, I don’t know. I don’t think anyone’s ever tried. She’s pretty…temperamental.” “Tem-per-a-mental?” “Unpredictable. Easily changes moods. And she’s pretty independent. Doesn’t help out unless she wants to, and she won’t just do things for the greater good.” How could I get help from someone like that? “But she is powerful,” he continued. “She can control natural phenomena—lightning, wind, ice, plants—to such a level you wouldn’t believe. She can even go head-to-head with Pitch.” “Isabelle!” Mom called. “Your school is closed until further notice. North said we’ll remain in the house until this is over nevertheless. Though I haven’t heard anything from Ranya’s school…” North knocked on my door again. It rattled a little harder. “Isabelle, please let me in. At least talk.” I gazed sharply at the door and then stood and leaped onto my plush blue bed covers, smashing my face against the mattress and the pillow against the back of my head. North rapped on the door, even louder this time. The pillow didn’t muffle it much. “Isabelle!” called Mom. “At least let him speak. You need to get over your anxiety, and your avoidance isn’t helping.” How could I get Mother Nature to help me? I tried to ignore the guilt Mom’s words caused. Was this really my fault?(A/N: See the description for an important announcement!)
My Sister's a Guardian (RotG Fanfic)-Chapter 21(Content/trigger warnings for this chapter: self-hatred, depression-like thing)Chapter 21: With No One Else--Ranya-- The church was not a large, cool-looking place with halls stretching to the sky, large glass windows filling the sanctuary with sun, and rows of shiny dark-wooded pews, but like the sort you might find next to an abandoned cemetery. The halls were drafty; the windows covered in crawling, scraggly branches; and the pews bare-bones chairs with scratch marks running across them. A Windshallow church. The staff present that day, mostly a few older ladies working behind creaky desks in a small office, had directed us to where everyone else was waiting in the large, empty lobby. Dakota and I soon joined the crowd of students and staff milling about and separated from each other. I should’ve been happy. I might have a way to help my sister. I knew of one way to kill Fear Angels, at least. And I had escaped the school with my consciousness still intact. But soon, I wasn’t. An hour ended by the time the high school staff thought to call the bus drivers to take us home. Before that, I got so many stares you would’ve thought I was a corpse returned from the grave. People whispered about where Dakota and I had gone and wondered when we left. Why my clothes were torn and soaked tight against my skin. The most common theory was that Dakota had beaten me up and shoved me into a toilet. One girl said we’d been fighting Fear Angels, but everyone else shot her down. They didn’t take it as the Windshallow mystery it was. I longed to correct the rumors. “That’s not what happened!” I tried once. “You see—I—” But according to the Guardians’ rules, I couldn’t tell everyone what was going on. I’d made an exception for Dakota, and Tooth was nearby now. “I fought people who broke into the school,” I said. “Oh yeah, who?” a girl with narrow yellow eyes said to me. I opened my mouth to respond, but soon closed it. How could I possibly explain what had caused the paralysis in a normal, non-supernatural way? I couldn’t. I should have been happy, though, because mostly, everyone was concerned with the paralysis. They cried over the people they’d lost. People either spoke in whispers or not at all. But the weight in my chest grew heavier like a growing stone when, having nothing else to do, I was forced to think about all the mistakes I’d made in less than half an hour. Pitch now threatened my family—he wouldn’t have if I hadn’t gotten involved. I had broken Tooth’s trust. The Guardians probably wouldn’t like me anymore either. It had always been part of my fantasy to be friends with them, but now I had ruined that. When the buses came through the still-thick, obscuring fog, I slouched against the window in my back seat. Tooth hovered next to me and kept casting glances my way. The weight in my chest spread to the rest of my body. I suddenly hardly had the motivation to turn my head. Now wasn’t a good time for this—the almost depression-like symptoms I caught for a week whenever something bad enough happened. Not actually depression, since depression didn’t appear for a week from external triggers, according to my Internet searches, but it still sucked. I didn’t know what it was, really. But these episodes had begun the year after my friends betrayed and left me—when I still hadn’t found any new ones after trying so hard. Five years ago. And it still kept happening. When the bus stopped at my house, and limbs heavy, I got up and trudged to my porch, North greeted Tooth and me as soon as we had stepped through the front doors. “Ranya’s school sent—” He stopped and looked down at all my rips. My muscles tensed as I waited for everything to break apart. I told him about the mist. At least that was safe. Footsteps sounded from the computer room, and soon my mom emerged. “What happened?” She walked over as her neck stiffened. I repeated what I had told North. “A vanishing mist?” “Where were you when this happened, Ranya?” North asked. I looked down and tried to think of something that could save this. What could make me sound like I had broken the rules for everyone’s best interests? But before I could, Tooth said, “While she was in her school. She went back after I told her not to.” North’s face darkened. My chest panged. “I didn’t want my classmates to be paralyzed,” I said half-heartedly. “I couldn’t just leave them there.” “A being mimicked Isabelle’s voice and powers to try to get Ranya to reenter the building, and Pitch captured her.” “I—” “Pitch was in there?” North straightened. “Doing what? Ranya, what did you do?” His words were loud and harsh. I shrunk inward. “He asked where you guys were,” I tried. “I made him angry, so he let me go. He wasn’t after me.” “Ranya, that was very, very dangerous,” North said. “If you were really trying to protect people, you wouldn’t put us in a position where we might have to leave your sister, who will one day save them, to rescue you.” Did Jack leave the school because he knew I was in danger? I cursed myself ten times over. “Leave the protecting to the Guardians,” North continued. “From now on, no one’s leaving this house. And we catch you trying, you will be locked in your room without your electronics, and not be allowed to speak even to family.” I jerked my head up, looking directly into his piercing blue gaze. “But North—” “You clearly need the rule.” “But my sister won’t become—” “You think wrong.” My mom put a cold hand on my shoulder. Her gaze was blank. “The Guardians are right, Ranya. They know best.” I didn’t have the energy to argue more. Why is my mom even on his side, anyway? She knows about Isabelle’s first Guardian Angel’s warning! I trudged past North up the stairs to my room. Tooth hovered behind me, following. Her features were downturned, but still pale from earlier. My plants didn’t give me the light burst in my chest they usually did when I saw them. They always seemed to breathe life. But today, I noticed the green and white leaves of my spider plant drooping too low, the pink blooms of my anthurium growing a little brown. Usually, I was good at keeping plants alive and healthy, but I still had problems with random plants every once in a while. They reminded me of how awful I was. I sat next to my bed, the carpet making my hands itch. Jack left Isabelle alone because I was in danger. The weight in my body threatened to drag me down so far I would give up. Let go. But Isabelle’s first Guardian Angel had still told me I had to replace her or she would die. The weight would have to be stronger to make me throw away my sister’s life. How did Jack even know I was in danger? That’s why he came looking, right? Did Tooth tell him? But the weight was just enough to keep my faults in my core: The Guardians didn’t like me now. I was the reason Jack had left Isabelle alone. And Pitch had threatened my family because I had insulted him. If I hadn’t done that, he wouldn’t have had a reason to give me that threat. He would’ve just kept interrogating me. Slowly, I slid my phone from my damp pocket and turned it on. I stared down at the screen. I still needed a way to kill Pitch since Dakota couldn’t. Tooth hovered nearby, so I still couldn’t plan out loud; instead, I slowly typed on the Notes app. It wasn’t the best, but it worked better than thoughts trapped in my head with nothing to bounce off of. The first thing that came to mind was to steal weapons from the Guardians, but that didn’t sound like it would make the Man in the Moon choose me as Isabelle’s replacement. It would make the Guardians like me even less anyway. I had an idea that I could try asking the Man in the Moon for a power or weapon, telling him what Isabelle’s first Guardian Angel had said, but as I thought that, the weight lifted for a few seconds. I didn’t need his help. Everything would still turn out fine. Do any non-Guardian spirits have weapons I could borrow? …None that I could get to. How could I do this? What if I couldn’t save Isabelle? No. I just needed help. I’d already recruited Dakota, so I needed more allies. As long as WHS still ran tomorrow, I could sneak out and try to recruit. I had planned on getting away from my family somehow anyway with Pitch’s threat. My parents could probably help, too. I texted my dad everything that had happened so far and my current plans and asked for advice. I wasn’t sure what was going on with my mom, but something told me I shouldn’t tell her about my plans. Then I began writing down ideas for escaping the house. To keep the Guardians from going after me, I would have to make sure they didn’t know I escaped for as long as I could. I thought about telling them about Pitch’s threat, but I didn’t think that would help my case. They were already going to be on high alert after the assault on my school, and might assign me extra protection that would be difficult to escape if I let them know the threat. The Guardians didn’t sleep aside from Sandy, so there was no easy time to escape. I would have to do it when I was most alone, separated from the Guardians—when my family slept, since everyone would be behind different closed doors. But Tooth would still be with me, so I’d have to knock her out somehow. I didn’t feel comfortable hitting her on the head or using chemicals, so that left Sandy’s Dreamsand. I would have to get ahold of some. Then as long as the Guardians didn’t check on her, I’d be good. But then what about Isabelle? I had to get her to Dakota somehow. I doubted the Guardians would leave us alone for a talk if we invited Dakota over to our house. So she would either have to sneak into our home tonight before we left, or we’d have to go somewhere else. Bringing Dakota here would be risky, since there was still a chance the Guardians could hear us. And if I knocked out all five of them, my family could be attacked with no protection. So we’d have to go somewhere else. That meant Isabelle would escape, too. It would be easiest if she came with me tonight, and then we could meet Dakota at the high school. Pitch wouldn’t kill Isabelle before she became a spirit, so hopefully he wouldn’t come to her tonight; there was a narrow tunnel cut into the top of the school roof where we could keep out of the grasp of the Fear Angels, but that still went inside the building enough that it’d be warm. I tapped on the mail app. I knew the structure of WHS students’ emails. First four letters of the first name, full last name, @students.whs.edu. I had to email Dakota. But surprisingly, she had emailed me first: “Dear Ranya: Please give me a time and place. Sincerely, Dakota Halbrook” So formal. It reminded me of Isabelle. I emailed Dakota my plan so far while I updated my parents on my thoughts and waited for them to respond. Then I pulled up a Google Doc to make recruiting posters and sign-up sheets. I could print them out during keyboarding class tomorrow. Only one thing remained: carrying everything out.
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RotG/GoC Fanfiction Writing Tips- OC AppearancesIn real life, someone’s appearance is often the first thing you notice about them. Fictional characters’ appearances are also important in impressions, and not just first impressions. They can show a character’s personality, or represent a theme, or at least tell readers how to picture that character in their head. Most of the time, however, OCs’ appearances aren’t written realistically or in a way that can be easily remembered in fanfiction. Unrealistic appearances can take readers out of the story, and not being able to picture your OC will just make the fanfiction not as enjoyable. It ruins a useful writing tool you can use to make your story better. Here are three tips on how to avoid these mistakes.1. Make Your OC’s Appearance Functional One aspect of your OC’s appearance you should definitely consider is functionality. Think about what your OC tends to do. Do they sit around the house all day, do they garden, do they fight? If they largely just laze about, the OCs can dress however they want, but for the latter two options, they’ll want clothing and hair styles that won’t get in the way. For example, they likely won’t wear heels when gardening or fighting. For the latter, they may even want to wear armor. Another aspect to functionality is climate and terrain. Do they live in colder areas? They won’t be wearing short skirts with bare legs. Do they routinely treck through forests? They’ll want sturdy shoes, like sneakers or boots. The caveat is that they may have powers that nullify climate-related needs. Maybe they’re immune to the cold and can wear whatever they want in frigid weather. Or maybe just the opposite—they can wear their layered sweaters in the desert. Just be sure it makes sense.2. Keep Your OC’s Appearance Simple Another way to improve your OC’s appearance is to keep it simple, so it’s more memorable. Readers can’t keep track of a spirit/Guardian outfit and makeup that has ten separate pieces or a complex design. Stick to an outfit that has a few components at most, and keep appearance descriptions short—less than fifteen words per component. The exception is that you can hone in on and describe one article of clothing that’s more important to them, like a locket from their past life, but that’s the exception.3. Repeat Your OC’s Appearance Occasionally Don’t just describe your their appearance once at the beginning of your fanfiction and expect readers to remember it for the rest of the story. Drop reminders throughout your work. Mention their eye color, what kind of outfits they tend to wear, etc., multiple times. Unless a part of their appearance is unusual or vital to the plot, readers are probably going to forget if you only tell them once. Readers get frustrated when they get things wrong or can’t wrap their heads around a part of your fanfiction. They want to be able to understand and picture everything in your story, and that includes your OCs’ appearances. If your characters’ clothes lack functionality, it can even take readers out of your story, making them even more frustrated. But if you make your OC’s appearance functional, keep it simple, and repeatedly describe it, that’s one step toward a better fanfiction with more memorable and enjoyable OCs....

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moonbaby17 Featured By Owner Jun 8, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hi! Could you please announce this contest disney-couples-group.deviantar…
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It would mean the world to us! :)
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Jedd-the-Jedi Featured By Owner Mar 21, 2014  Hobbyist Artisan Crafter
I'd like to submit this Jack Frost customized figurine to the group: fav.me/d7b4ax2 Thanks for considering it! 
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SakuraFaith Featured By Owner Apr 15, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Free ROTG Drawings and OCS! Find more about this giveaway Here [link]
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