Sandy placed his hand on the side of the jar and mentally sighed.
Pitch had done a lot of terrible stuff to Sandy in the past, but this was just plain old mean. Putting Sandy in a large glass jar with a large wooden top. It was enhanced somehow so that Sandy found himself unable to escape or use his powers. How embarrassing.
He looked up at the dark ceiling, a stray Nightmare wondering about. His friends, the other Guardians, would have no idea something was wrong. How often did they really get together anyway? Mostly when something was wrong in the first place. Still, in a day or two the others would realize something was wrong when the children of the world stopped having sweet dreams. Problem was they didn't go out that much. Likely Jack or one of Tooth's fairies would realize first.
Pitch had stood in front of the jar for awhile, making fun of his enemy, before leaving to give the children of the world nightmares, making sure to rub it in Sandy's face that he couldn't do anything about it.
Sandy placed his other hand on the jar and rose up a little, trying to see anything in the darkness above. The nightmare was gone now, and Sandy felt alone. He dropped his gaze and looked sadly out into the darkness. He almost wished Pitch would come back so that he wasn't so alone.
Sandy blinked as a 15 year old teenage girl appeared in the air in front of him. She had a white cap with green drawing on it, a green mushroom with eyes was on the front. Her red-brown hair was in a single ponytail, messily done. She wore a white shirt with red sleeves and collar, the words 'Battle of the Books' was on the top front, a cartoon knight carrying a flag, his body blocked by a huge shield, rode on a cartoon horse, the kind that's feet ends in points. It was faded here and their, suggesting multiple washings. The name 'Dragonstar' was written below the knight. Her jeans were a faded blue, her shoes white.
She flicked the rim of her cap, her brown eyes-with flecks of green-traveled over the room to Sandy's jar. She smiled, then cast her gaze around, finally walking over to the Sandman's 'prison'.
She circled the jar once, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. Sandy followed, watching her progress. He saw a flicker in her eyes, then she reached into her pocket and pulled out some kind of sparkly sand. She tossed it over the jar, and it and Sandy quickly shrunk down to the size of a regular jar.
The girl glanced around once more before with a *pop* Sandy had to shield his eyes from the bright sunlight.
Before he stood up or removed his hand, Sandy paused to listen to the sounds around him. He heard the sound of a footsteps, some the steady thump of adults, others the pitter patter of running children. He heard the bubal of talking around him, laughter, and somewhere a dog barked. He could even smell herbs, fresh bread and milk, and oil.
Sandy looked up to see white buildings and white roads. For a moment he thought he had gone back in time, what with the strange clothing people wore as they carried pots and baskets around the fountain, heading to homes and stores.
The girl was holding him in front of her chest, both hands on either side of the jar. She lifted it to her face and spoke softly to him, the crowd of people around her paying little attention to the strange girl.
"This is castle town, Hyrule Castle Town. The realm is Zelda Twilight Princess. Though I doubt the realm means much to you." she told him, merely confusing him more. Before he could ask her what she meant, three young kids ran up to her.
"Hey miss, what have you got their?" the first one asked.
"This is the Sandman." the girl replied.
"Sandman?" the second one asked. The three crowded around to look at the jar. "Isn't that the person who throws sand in your eyes at night?" the second kid asked again.
"No, its one of those funny people who live in the desert. But why is he so small?" The first kid asked.
"Is he wearing sand?" The third kid asked.
The three boys were distracted when their mother called, running of with a wave.
Sandy was a little confused at the encounter, but decided to wait and see where the girl was going with this.
The girl headed toward a blue outdoor café with red tables, then took a left. Walking through metal doors she came to a room made of white/grey bricks, green mold here and their. She took another left and came across a small hallway. At the end were two strange rock creatures who seemed to be selling supplies. She passed them and walked up a stair case, passing two other of the strange rock creatures. Walking along a metal railing, she came to another door cut into the rock to her left. Walking through she came to a balcony.
Spreading out to a view of the plaza, two tables sat on either end with a strange symbol made of wings and three triangles. She walked over to the edge held up the jar, showing Sandy the view. "Nice out, isn't it?" she asked.
Sandy turned his attention to below, where many people were wondering about, some carrying objects. The house/stores were all arranged in a circle, with a circular step fountain in the middle. A bigger version of the same symbol was at the center on the fountain, and Sandy noticed one women seemed to be kneeling.
"Do you know what I like about this realm?" the girl asked him, to which Sandy made a circle with a cross threw it in reply.
"Theirs tons of magic here. Real magic, not just belief. You could stick anything in a bottle, and nor matter how long you wait you can take it out as good as when it was first put in. Even with living beings."
Her hand covered the top of the jar, and Sandy realized what she was going to do a moment before it was done. For his part, all Sandy felt was a slight pull, and then he was flouting beside the girl. "Mind if I keep this?" she asked as she held up the jar, now recapped. Sandy nodded, not really needing it.
The jar, for its part, disappeared. The girl leaned over the railing to look at the street below. "Theirs a lot of belief here." she began, "What with magical creatures and elements just around every corner. These people have likely never heard of you and yet they can all see you perfectly fine."
"Oh, I'm LinkKirbyMario by the why, but if that's a mouthful call me LKM, I don't mind." She turned to the Sandman and smiled, before adding, "And in case you can't tell, this isn't even your world, and I'm not from either. I'm what you'd call a Author, but I'm also a Artist."
Sandman scratched his head for a moment, then nodded, smiling brightly. He wasn't sure he fully understood, but decided to role with it.
The gi-LKM turned to the crowd below and smiled slightly, then turned her attention to Sandy. "Your friends need you. Goodbye."
Lightning crashed above, the trees around Sandy swaying greatly. The wind howled but no rain fell. Up above, Pitch stood on a cloud of shadows as the others flew around him, Jack on the wind, Tooth on her wings, and North and Bunny on the sleigh.
Sandy formed his sand cloud and shoot up, heading towards the battle. Nobody noticed him, and Sandy saw Pitch lift his hands, his weapon of choice, as well. Quickly he shoot a sand whip out, catching Pitch's left hand and throwing him of balance. Raising up so he was level with Pitch he silently glared, watching Pitch shift from confident to scared.
The others gathered around him, giving him relived and shocked looks. Pitch backed away from them, glancing around. At the edge of his cloud he jumped down, and when the others got to the end themselves, they saw that he had disappeared into the night.
Sandy humped, then found himself in a bear hug with North. "Sandy! I'm so glad you are safe." he yelled before dropping him. Jack nudged him and asked, "So how'd you get free of Pitch? He said he had imprisoned you."
Sandy tried to answer, but it was clear from the looks on their faces they didn't understand. He stopped the rapid pictures above his head and smiled, hoping it would be enough.
It seemed to be, as the others smiled, then gathered in North's sleigh. Sandy joined them, but his mind traveled to the strange girl he had seen.
Sandy finished up spreading good dreams to the children below, then turn to head to the next town. He was stopped by a humming, and for a moment was unsure why he paused.
Then he saw her.
The same girl, now wearing the same hat and hair style, but with a dark grey shirt that had a orange with a face and the words 'Annoying orange' on the front. Her jeans were a dark blue, and she seemed to have the same shoes.
He lowered his sand cloud so that he was behind her, and she seemed to know. She half turned, and smiled at the Sandman, then tossed him something and disappeared, this time without the pop.
Sandy raised the bottle to eye level, and found it took a moment to determine what was inside. He took of the top and took a sip, finding his hunch had been correct.
Sandy lowered the bottle, then noticed something. Holding the lid in the palm of his hand, the bottom was facing him. He saw the sun he had scratched into the top.