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[personal profile] not_the_philistine
Upon being brought to the pole by his new allies, Goliath made his first beeline for their missing host's library. To work with stories out of legend was not new to him, though he had thought he had left living fairy tales behind when he abandoned the boat of Avalon for home again. Truly, there was more in heaven and earth - in, apparently, many earths - than he had dreamt of.

While being caught out of time and place again, and alone of his clan this time, did not sit well with him, this was not the first time he had protected his clan at a distance. The universe needed saving, and as before, he had been brought where he was needed to help save it.

He only wished the rest of the clan had been brought with him. Particularly to a world where they were acknowledged as the protectors they were, and not things to be feared in the night.

In the library, he found more than enough references to keep him busy for several nights. There were so many tales and myths to reference that he had never heard of, tales he believed, upon reading a few, that no mortal had been privy to for a long, long time.

If all the universe was made up of stories, Goliath intended to learn as many new ones as quickly as he could.
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One of the stressful parts about over half of the Guardians being missing was that that the world went on, and belief in them couldn't afford to falter. Until they got some sort of indication that they were dead, the Yetis still made toys for Christmas, and the Mini Fairies still collected teeth, under the command of Baby Tooth. There had been the odd Mini Fairy sighting here and there, but they were all busier than ever, as they had to do as much of what their creator did as they could, to make sure that she had as much belief as they could drum up for her.

Which is why seeing a small cloud of Mini Fairies come flashing into the Workshop was probably not a good sign, especially given the distressed chirps they were letting out.

They start circling the main chamber, zipping here and there like organized hummingbirds, looking for Jack or Bunny or anyone who can help them.