Prologue
It was a dark, black night. No astral bodies showed on the sky. Dark… black…
Only one creature moved through the river-filled area. A human, tall and lean. He stopped, and smiled. It didn't reach his eyes.
He was standing before a small pool. His eyes skirted around the surrounding trees. He had detected unusual movement in this area the day before.
Suddenly, two points of light shone out from the trees.
"Come on out, I won't hurt you."
A form dropped out of the trees. The tall man murmured again. "How long have you been here? This place is mine, you know."
The shorter one held up a few fingers. He still does not speak. "Since winter? Only two months? Strange…"
The boy frowned, and gave him an inquiring look. "Tell me, what is your name?"
"…"
The man sighed. "Very well. You need to trust me. You do not have any memory, do you?"
The boy shook his head.
The man smiles. "I know who you are. Or were. You were my helper, along with 6 friends… until they betrayed me and you. They pushed you into the water, killing you. However, what they killed you with was an unfinished prototype. That is why you are back. Surely you must remember your name?"
The boy squints, then nods.
"My name is Pitch Black. Now will you tell me yours? And will you rejoin me?"
"… yes, I will. On both. I'm Jack Frost."
G'syr: Greetings! It is good to see you again, readers.
Sol: Yes, it is! I, as well as the reviewer who suggested Evil Jack, are feeling particularly evil. MWAH HA HA HA HA! Yes, evil things are coming…
Well, I will wait to announce the name of the reviewer (who I consider a good friend) till I see other's reactions. Call me over cautious.
Well, thanks for reading me and G'syr's second multi-chapter! See you next time!