I was a beautiful clear night. Not a single cloud dotted the sky. The town of Littleton was at peace in their dreams, wondering of all the things that could come tomorrow. Children were amazing creatures; so full of imagination, hopes and dreams. But with dreams there also comes nightmares. And the thing about nightmares is they never sleep.
A year had been and gone since Pitch was defeated by the great guardians. Oh what a year it had been for the children of Littleton. Sleep was no longer something they had to fear. They could dream the most wondrous dreams imaginable without worry of their dreams turning into nightmares-or so they thought. But on this particular night, something was stirring. The sky began to cloud over and the moon was hidden behind a dense blanket. A car alarm rang in the distance and from behind it came a hooded figure.
It chuckled to itself and said "The Nightmare King may be gone, but what of his princess?"
Her sadistic laugh echoed once again before she evaporated and was gone. Unlike Pitch she did not want to make her presence known to the guardians. Her plans were still being developed but until then "sweet dreams children...while they last"
