Centuries passed since the Earth had itself some great guardians who proved to be worth of honor. Guardians who protect the children from fear and darkness that scoured the land. Their arch nemesis, Pitch Black tried everything to gain power, but eventually defeated and was once again sealed under the dark. What the guardians thought was peace is not really what it had seemed, for they have missed some of the important things, something that had corrupted the minds of innocent beings, which cannot be healed by time. You were one of those children. Although not a child anymore, the man in the moon had watched as you grow with potential, and befitting as one of the guardians. You went through experience that made you as you are, and in hopes to deal with this demonic ways, you were blessed to rise again and bring justice to those who've been done wrong and to help those in need. But in this time, it is you who needs help, and you grasp the hands of the guardians who'll aid you, and a pooka who's soul is in need who'll stand as your guardian to protect you from the darkness that rises within the shadows. ------------------------ This is a female reader type of story, and has a few disturbing parts in it, so read at your own risk. FYI, Mature doesn't mean it has S and X. I DON'T OWN ANY OF 'THE RISE OF THE GUARDIANS' NOR 'GUARDIANS OF CHILDHOOD' CHARACTERS AND SETTINGS. Thank you for @Pimmylove 's cooperation throughout the editing journey✨ Ps: I don't mean to be a racist in some parts of the story. Please forgive my choice of words.