Song: Louder Than Thunder by The Devil Wears Prada

As you were tuning the guitar, the guardian's had gathered around your seat. Tooth was bouncing up and down in excitement.

"What song are you gonna play, mate?" Bunnymund asked while the others nodded their heads. You strummed the guitar lightly before looking at them.

"Uh…a song that I wrote…I suppose…" you said quietly and started to play. Sandy almost immediately fell asleep.

"What would it take?

For things to be quiet,

Quiet like the snow?

And I know, this isn't much,

But I know, I could,

I could be better."

Jack leaned forward so his elbows rested against his knees looking at you. North was smiling at him with a knowing look.

"I don't think I deserve it, selflessness.

Find your way into my heart

All stars could be brighter,

All hearts could be warmer.

What would it take?

For things to be quiet,

Quiet like the snow?

Are we meant to be empty handed?"

"Kyk agter jou! Meneer!" The guardian's and you quickly got into fighting stances. Sandy with his sand whips, north with swords, Tooth with her fist and mini fairies, Bunnymund with boomerangs, Jack with his staff and you…you had the guitar held in front of you.

"Yeti, what is it!?" north shouted to get the fluffy creature to calm down. The yeti pointed behind you all at the globe. You stiffened and quickly turned around before the guardian's.

"Father." You said coldly. The guardian's turned around and watched. Pitch stood there before the globe with a fearling on each side of him.

"I told you, [y/n], I wouldn't hesitate." He said sneering as the fearling's rushed toward you.

"[Y/n]!" The guardian's shouted before rushing at Pitch. You stood there for a moment with the fearling's circling you.

Okay, two against one...what's the situation? Me: weapon is a guitar. Them: they ARE a weapon and their under father's- You thought quickly before a fearling jumped at you. You tightened your grip on the neck of the guitar and swung the guitar into the fearling's head making it explode into a cloud of sand. You coughed as you took a breath and inhaled some of the sand.

"[y/n], be careful!" Jack shouted at you after he shot ice at Pitch. You shook your head to clear it, making your [h/c] hair go flying.

Shut up, you flying icebox! You thought as seven more fearling's joined the first one.

Hmmm eight against one is hardly fair…You thought smirking and held up your hands and the guitar up in the universal sign for I surrender.

"Alright, father. You win…I surrender..." You said while dropping the guitar to the floor.