A/N: I made this before I remembered what the setting was in certain parts of this, so when you read it now—for those of you who read it when I first published it—it will be different. I've edited it so that it matches the setting of its counterpart.

I had another dream.

See, it had been around three weeks since the nightmare-vision-whatever thingummy and my midnight talk with Angel at North's workshop. Now I was lying in bed in my home in Scotland, having a vivid dream that involved swordfighting and reminded me of my greatest suggestion to the human race, Pirates of the Caribbean. The soundtrack was even involved. And it seemed so real, too...in a very, very bad way.

Pitch was there. My anti-self whose name I don't know but usually refers to himself as Mastermind was there too, fighting me.

It was bright white sword against potent black scythe. Bird wings of fire and dragon wings of smoke. Angel to demon. Me...to myself.

And it was at that point in the dream Jack yelled something helpful like, "It looks like you're at war with yourself!"

He's useful that way.

Anyway, putting those heavily sarcastic comments aside, it was an intense, strange dream. There was an entire lot of what I somehow knew were Vikings, a few of which were prominently familiar but I just couldn't name. Also, all the Guardians and all the Threateners (Pitch and his cronies), and that same dragoness as before. If she kept popping up, she was probably important. She had a body shape I found familiar, with gray, black, blue, and white markings.

She looked dangerous. If she does appear sometime in my immortal timeline, I'll be careful not to provoke her.

The whole dream ended with a black arrow sizzling through the air toward Angel, and I woke up in a fearful rage.

Then I realized I was laying in bed at home. I calmed down, but my scars were glowing faintly again. That worried me.

I decided that I'd try to find Angel. I hadn't heard from her since the nightmare. Come to think of it, I hadn't gotten any news of the other Guardians like I usually did. A feeling of icy, dark dread writhed around my spine and bit into my brain, poisoning me with fear.

I attached my wings and took off toward the workshop, flying faster than I ever had.

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No one was in the shop. There was only discarded elvish garbs, filled with black sand. I kind of guessed what had happened, and rage built up in my chest, sending my stitched heart throbbing and my dual scars burning.

I heard a squeak in the corner. An elf trembled behind a post, and he looked at me. The fact that he could actually see me I paid no mind to and I ran to him, picking him up in my hands.

"What happened?" I asked urgently. He made a series of squeaks and hand gestures, confirming what I wished to be a lie.

Pitch had gotten to the elves.

"Did anyone else get hurt?" I inquired. The elf nodded and squeaked again.

The flame of rage shot higher and I could feel my throat burning with a heat I didn't know could come from a human's anger. Pitch had also killed the majority of Angel's birds.

"Where's everyone now?" I demanded.

The elf pointed to the hangar. I set him in a place I knew he'd be safe and took off toward the hangar, the gusts from my wings sending North's papers fluttering around the huge globe he kept in the main hall.

The chill of the ice tunnel stung my arms and made my wings stiffen up. My glasses frosted over and I had to take them off mid-flight, having to resort to less than fair eyesight. I could just barely see a hole burrowed into the ice, obviously one of Bunny's creation. I tucked in my wings and dove into it, twisting and turning with the increasing agility of thawing bronze.

I burst out into the blinding yellow sunlight and put my glasses back on. I spotted the Guardians and North's sleigh, his reindeer shaking and snorting and pawing.

Suddenly there was a darkness. Suddenly there were reindeers' panicked screams. Suddenly there was silence.

Suddenly there was dread.

A girl of Pitch's color but Angel's body stood before Angel herself. Even with my poor vision I could see her glowing eyes and maniacal smile.

She was going to hurt Angel.

Whew! I finally updated! Sorry for the short chapter...I'm kinda relying on a certain someone to update again so I can get my story right without ruining or manipulating hers. So, hope you like it!