Hiccup and Merida were the first to fall. They both experienced similar things, A disapproving parent and family.

Punz held strong, though she saw Gothel every time, berating her and putting her down. She also saw an alternate version of her life. One in which she healed Flynn, but was taken away by Gothel and forced to heal her for eternity. I didn't see an alternate version of my life, I just relived it. I died a thousand time over, in the same way.

I would be lying if I said that I never had times where I nearly gave in. There were times that I just wanted to cry and to give in. The hardest times were perhaps when I saw Hiccup and Meri fall.

Meri fell first. It was after one of her sessions and she was breathing hard, and was pale. She didn't respond to us and after a few minutes she rested her head against the cell wall. Her eyes squeezed shut and hot tears spilled down her cheeks.

As soon as that happened, her hair turned black, her dress turned red and when her eyes opened they were a glowing yellow. She stood up, and walked stiffly over to the cell door and the guards outside let her out.

Hiccup was next, but we didn't see his transformation. He never returned from his last torcher session.

The sound of footsteps approached our cell and the door creaked open. I was pulled roughly to my feet and was dragged along the corridor.

Instead of going to the usually room however, I was taken instead to what looked like a medieval torture chamber. It didn't bode well.

"Umm... why are we going here" I rasped, my voice weak from un-use

"Shut up" The thug snapped "Lord Pitch is trying a new tactic. Since Mental pain does not seem to be working, he is moving on physical pain"

"What!" I was hit by the thug and fell silent, but my mind was racing. This wasn't like Pitch at all. He was only ever bent on destroying the Guardians through unbelief. This was way out of character.

There was another occupant in the room. There had never been before and I had a bad feeling when I saw who it was.

It was the demented form of E. Aster Bunnymund. He leered at me and I silently cursed Pitch and his powers. He was the one Guardian that I was afraid of fighting.

The thug left and we were alone in the room. He crossed over to me and smirked. "Not so cocky now, are you Breeze. Bet you wish you'd left my Warren alone"

"Bunny, I..."

"Oh, It's much too late for apologies, Breeze. You're going to pay for every prank you ever pulled"

"But-" He slapped me, his claws cutting across my cheek

"Don't interrupt me" He snarled

"No!" I said strongly. He raised his paw to strike me again but began to walk backwards. "Stop. This isn't you, Bunny. No matter how many pranks I pull or how mad you get, you'd never do this."

He advanced on me, snarling "How do you know? How do you know that I haven't been this was all along"

"I know" I said firmly "You true self is a grumpy, Easter loving, Pooka, who has a passion for painting, who is jealous of Christmas. I know you can become that person again Bunny!"

I walked into the door and he cornered me. "It is too late for that" He hissed at me.

"No it's not." I said "That's not you talking Cottontail, that Namtar. Fight him Bunny, I know you can" He raised his paw to strike me, but I grabbed it. "I believe in you!"