Max: Hello~. Ok so this is my first story so I'm kinda scared about how you all would react to it, and I know that most people say no flames but I'm willing to accept them if it will improve my writing skills... and I dont get scorched in the proccess. And sorry Keta-san I know I said that I would save my first story for you but this one has been in my head for over a year and its driving me crazy not having it here. Plus I want to make your story as great as it can possibly be. Also-
Bunny: Krinky! Would you shut up and get on with the story!?
Max: *glare* You're just jealous that you dont show up very much in the first couple chapters.
Jack: *laughs* She got you there Kangaroo! It only makes sense that I would get a bigger part than you!
Bunny: You dont show up much either you bloody showpony! And how many times do I have to tell you!? I! AM! A! BUNNY!
Max: *sigh* Allen, would you be awesome and help me stop them?
Allen: Sure, I just need tape, rope, and~ a bundle of carrots.
Max: Everything is in the closet over there.
Allen: Ok, just give me a minute.
Max: Ok *readers stare at Max* What? You all know how bad they fight, almost as bad as Allen and Kanda. Plus I need some way to control them other than my mad writing skills *finger flex*. *Jack and Bunny scream* huh looks like Allen got them under control.
Jack/Bunny: Mumph! RRMUPH!
Max: Did you tape their mouths shut?
Allen: Of course, how else do you think they would stop fighting?
Max: Good point. Anyway we need to do the disclaimer, Jack would you like to do it?
Jack: MAR MOU MIDDING EEH!
Max: Oh ya, you cant talk. *shrug* Oh well, how 'bout you Moyashi-chan?
Allen: MY NAME IS ALLEN! And sure, Max doesnt own -man or Rise of the Guardians.
Max: *sniff* Wish i did though.
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In the city of London children were quietly sleeping in their beds while in the sky golden sand swerled carring the dreams of the children down below. A wind blew and with it came a haunting beautifull mellody that caould make even the strongest man cry from the sadness in the song. If one were to fallow the song they would come across a young man sitting on a rooftop bathed in moonlight. He had hair white as freashly fallen snow, and eyes of moten silver that realsed frozen tears that cascaded down his cheeks. He had a scar on the left side of his face that started in the shape of a pentagram on his forhead and went straight down his face until it reached about one inch below his eye before it jetted out to the side and had a horozontal and slightly wavy line across it then countiuned down his face until it ended at a tear drop shape along his jaw. He was wearing a light, almost white, gray hoodie with frost covering it making it look silver with the light reflecting off it. He was wearing faded black pants that would've pooled around his ankles if it weren't for his knee high combat boots with silver toe coverings and zippers along the sides.
His tear stained face turned to the sky and looked at the moon as he sang. The song one of the only things he could remember from when he was human. He could remember a man that seemed to never show his face because of the shadow casted by his top hat he always wore, and blured faces of people with red, black with blue tint, and black with green tint hair, but the only thing that stuck was the song. He also remebed that his name wasnt originally 'Allen Winter' but something else he couldnt just quite remember.
Pale lips parted to let an angelic voice be carried away in the wind.
"Soshite bouya wa nemuri ni tsutia, ikizuku hai no naka no honoo.
Hitotsu, futatsu to, ukabu fukurami itoshii yokagao, daichi ni taruru ikusen no, yume, yume.
Gin no hitomi no yuragu yoru ni, umare ochita kagayaku omae, ikuoku no toshitsuki ga, ikutsu inori wo tsuchi e kaesshite mo.
Watashi wa inori tsuzukeru, douka kono ka ni ai wo, tsunaida te ni kisu wo.
Soshite bouya wa nemuri ni tsuite, ikizuku hai no naka no honoo.
Hitotsu, futatsu to, ukabu fukurami itoshii yokogao, daichi ni taruru ikusen so, yume, yume.
Gin no hitomi no yuragu yoru ni, umare ochita kagayaku omae, ikuoku no toshitsuki ga, ikutsu inori wo tsuchi e kaesshite mo.
Watashi wa inori tsuzukeru, douka kono ka ni ai wo, tsunaida te ni kisu wo, watashi wa inori tsuzukeru, douka kono ko ni ai wo, tsunaida te ni kisu wo."
After the song ended Allen looked at the moon and asked, "Why wont you talk to me? Its been 253 years so why wont you tell me who I was before 'Allen Winter'?" He waited for an answer but when he didnt get one he screamed, "WHY WONT YOU TALK TO ME?!"
Then he called the winds to take him back to his 'home' which was an abandond cherch that was so big and had so many rooms that it would take over a week to explore every single one. As he enterd his sight was immidetly met with with walls and floors coverd in ice reflecting the light of the moon everywhere. He first started to do this because the Boogyman loved to torment him by giving him nightmares whenever he could, even though didnt need sleep, but still liled it, so he made the ice to reflect the light so he and his nightmares had no where to hide. But even when The Big Four-wait-Five defeated him over a half a centeury ago he couldnt stop covering the inside of the building in ice becasue he felt safer that way.
He made his way to the top of the building to his room that was one of the least destroyed in the building and it was familiar to him. It was a 10-by-10 foot room with a bed in the corner clostest to the door and a desk in the back left corner with a wordrobe in the back right corner. Above the bed was a picture with a clown carring a coffen on his back walking down a seemly never ending road. When Allen saw that he spent over a decade trying to figure out why he liked it so much when it wasnt the art its self that appealed to him, but he eventually gave up when he thought he might go insane form trying. He layed down on the bed and slowly willed himself into the sweet oblivion of sleep.
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Max: Ok done with the first chapter I know its short but its just the intro, they'll get longer...maybe, we'll see. Please tell me what you think when you review.
Allen: Why did you make me seem like a baby because of a few bad dreams?
Max: Because it goes with what I have planed later on, and no I wont tell you so you need to just deal with it until we get there.
Allen: *pout* Aw man, thats not fair.
Jack: Thats not fair!? Try being tied up with a crazy kangaroo for the whole chapter!
Bunny: I'M! A! BUNNY! And even though it kills me a little on the inside, but I have to agree with Showpony here, that was not fair.
Max: Whats done is done, no changing it. Please leave a review!