Fire and Water - You're a what?

Tragedy got sick of the noise around her, a woman was yelling about someone breaking a promise to her and Jeanie really wasn't in the mood to be helpful to anyone. She finally stood up, "Who is yelling? I know I am crazy but not that crazy?" her voice showing her annoyance. Most likely she won't be able to hear me anyway, she thought remembering she was already dead.

To her surprise the voice answered, "Who is there?" Just as a cloak fell from the woman's head and she turned to face Tragedy. The woman was a peculiar sight; she had dark blue/black hair, sea blue eyes, and a face like that of a wealthy lady. She wore a blue dress that hung just above her knees in torn grace and a cloak that looked like the night sky in a sparkling blue/black glow.

Tragedy never knew anyone with a cloak like hers before so she decided to test the 'spirit' if that was what she really was, "I am Tragedy, The Angel of Death, the Devil, or whatever you wish to call me. I cannot show you myself without prof you are a spirit and not some suicidal little girl." Tragedy got behind her quietly then remembered, "Although, if you are a spirit you must work for Moon. I don't like dealing with him and I cannot show myself to someone who does right now. I just want some peace but as you can probably guess that isn't easy." Tragedy didn't know what to do, the woman stared blankly in her direction. She lowered her cloak anyway, walking around to face the woman. Their eyes meet and Tragedy saw the death, the pain, the hope, and the loss.

The woman held her gaze and spoke with the grace only someone of class could show, "I am Day Dream and I no longer work for Moon. He has betrayed me one too many times." Her eyes burned.

"Good to know. I never worked for Moon per say I worked for Pitch Black, the Bogyman. He is dead now, thanks to Moon. Although, I bet I played a part in it. I stayed silent even though I know very well I could have stopped the fight. I guess I truly didn't want to save Pitch or tell my brother who… What I am. He can never know I turned evil after he died," Tragedy put her face in her hands but when the woman stepped closer to her she looked up, "I have only really loved a hand full of people; Jack, Pitch, Ivory, Colin, and my mother. All but Jack are dead; most have been for nearly 300 years. I am truly alone. I guess you would understand, yelling about true love and such. I have never had time for myself, always helping others. So, how can I help you, my dear?" Tragedy felt good ranting, she had spent so many years just helping everyone else. When was her time? Where was her Guardian?

The girl was taken aback by the overload of information, she herself so used to giving to others before considering herself, did not know how to handle her counterpart. The woman in front of her looked so hurt but the ways she hurt were not in her skill set. "I never met Pitch or any of the Guardians but I do believe I have heard of them. Even Jack Frost a time or two, if that is the Jack you mean?" She tried to talk about what she did know although it was hard with the anger still steaming in her veins. "As for helping me, I think I am beyond help. Moon has taken from me the only thing I have ever wanted. I am sorry about your pain, I do not normally work with those things," Day Dream looked away.

Tragedy smiled at her, "Yes, Jack Frost is my brother. Believe it or not, I am the Guardian of Desires. Your inner most hopes and dreams but only when it comes to your relationships to those around you. True Love is my business, then again so is death."

Day Dream smiled at her, "Wow, I am also the Guardian of Desires. Only mine is more career oriented and artistic." The smile slowly faded, "Since, I am not alive or dead and I don't know where my love is in those reaches, I do not think even you could help save me," She turned away looking up at the moon, "Maybe it is for the best, if I am to truly help others how can I think of myself?"

Tragedy nodded calmly then shook her head as if to knock herself out of a trance, "Forget helping others! Moon can burn in the dark reaches of his own derriere for all I care! If there is a chance a snowball can survive in Hell we have a chance to find your true love and make my brother accept me."

"Okay. How?" Day Dream asked intrigued, folding her arms across her chest.

"I haven't the foggiest idea but we can do this. Two Guardians of desire should be able locate two men with men brains! Right?" Tragedy pointed in a random direction with enthusiasm, trying to lighten the mood. She actually hadn't been much of a joker or one to goof off. That had always been Jack. Maybe to find Jack she needed to try to have some fun.

"One, I never agreed to join your team," Day Dream held up her finger then continued holding up her second finger, "Two, we are not Guardians, and Three," she held up a third finger then looked at the moon pointing at him, "you are testing me aren't you? I am about to give up and you send me Her!"

Tragedy looked from Day Dream to the moon, "Hey! And don't talk to him! He is the Enemy," she said smacking Day Dreams hands down, "And I guess you are right we are not Guardians…We are...Miss-Guardians! Even better!" Tragedy felt like she had finally lost it but who cares! After a life of always doing what she was told, she can finally do what she wants.

"I searched for years on my own with no luck, I guess having a team couldn't hurt," Day Dream sighed.

Tragedy jumped with joy and smiled like a Cheshire cat, "I haven't searched at all but I know where my brother is, he just became a Guardian recently but I will gladly help you find your guy if you convince me that my brother won't hate me for teaming up with his enemy," Tragedy spoke quickly without breathing.

"Your brother won't hate you," Day Dream said naturally. Questioning her choice to team up with the blood covered goblin in a mini skirt.

"Good start!" Tragedy smiled grabbing Day Dreams hand and shaking it, "Call me Tragedy. The others are just names I have picked up over the years, I am old!" Day Dream smiled, the enthusiasm was welcomed after years of dealing with the Moon, do this! Do that! Go here! Go there! Maybe Tragedy wasn't a part of the Moon's tricks, just a sweet girl who has had a similar life. "Come on, we need to go back to the beginning!" Tragedy said lacing her arm through Day Dream's. They walked from the forest going back to the dark cave that Tragedy had always called home. Two is a pair, where three is a true team.