I don't know if I should be excited or concerned that I'm starting another story again. Oh well, the idea was stuck in my head and I just had to get it down on paper or something. Anyways, I've become a huge fan of the Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons fandom, and there weren't alot of Dark AUs. So I decided to do this.

Disclaimers: I don't own RotG, HHTYD, Brave, or Tangled or any of its characters.

Chapter 1

Spring has come once again to the Northern Hemisphere. The flowers were blooming, the grass was regaining its green color, and the branches of trees were sprouting new leaves. There were still some patches of snow on the ground, but it made the forest more enchanting.

A small blue bird fluttered through the air as it searched every tree for the perfect place to make a nest. It let out a chirp every once in a while as it flew farther into the forest. Soon it reached the deepest, darkest part of the forest where no sun ever reached and the snow lay thick.

The bird grew nervous as it entered a deserted clearing where it appeared that no life has ever touched it. In the middle of the clearing was a deep hole that led to darkness. The bird landed close to the hole, but stayed a comfortable distance away from it. The hole seemed to emit an evil that wanted to destroy everything in its path.

The bird hopped around for a bit before deciding to leave. Out of nowhere a tendril of shadow shot out of the hole and wrap around the defenseless creature. The bird let out a surprised cry before it was pulled into darkness.

The bird went into a panic and started thrashing in its captors grip as it was pulled through the dark. As soon as the tendril loosened its grip, the bird shot off like a rocket to escape. Soon it hit metal bars and then backtracked a bit. It bumped into more bars. It went into a complete circle and found out that it was trapped in a cage.

"Oh goodie," a velvety accent sounded out from the darkness. "A new test subject. I wonder if you'll last longer than the others." The bird alighted itself on a small perch just as a tall man stepped out of the shadows.

The man's skin was a pale gray color and had slicked back black hair. He wore a black robe, black tight pants, and black boots. The most prominent feature on the man was his bright silvery-yellow eyes. A smirk crossed his face as he strolled away from the cage to the man-sized globe in his throne room.

The man was Pitch Black, the Nightmare King, and to the children worldwide, the Boogeyman. The nemesis of the Guardians of Childhood. Not only three years ago did he try to regain power over the world from the Guardians when he was struck down by the most unlikely of people. Jack Frost. One of Mother Nature's children. One of his grandchildren.

When he saw the winter spirit at the Tooth Palace, he was surprised to say the least. He tried everything in his power to get the stubborn spirit to back out of the fight, but it was for naught. Like any of the seasonals, Jack was reckless and didn't have much control over his season as he likes to think. When he saw the power his child had, he knew he had to have it.

He may have gone a bit over kill when he lured the teen away from the other Guardians and then confront him in Antarctica. However, everything he did, every word he spoke, and every plot he made was not just for his benefit but also his family. He had seen the ways how the seasonals were shunned and disregarded as nothing but a piece of trash.

Well that will not settle with him at all, not one bit. He will get the belief he and his family rightly deserve with the help of his grandchildren. Whether it be willingly or not.

Pitch turned back to the caged bird with a sadistic smile as he raised his hand. Black sand swirled like a tornado with flecks of gold, silver, blue, and purple. He sent it towards the bird who let out distressed cries.

The sand swirled around the bird as Pitch watched with anticipation. The bird let out pained chirps as the sand started to corrupt it from Mother Nature's design. The sand completely covered the defenseless animal obscuring it from view. After a moment, the sand exploded outward leaving the small creature behind.

Pitch watched as the bird jump onto its feet as if nothing had happened and fluff its feathers out for a moment. It let out melodies tweets as it hopped around for a moment before hopping onto the perch. It regarded Pitch interest as the spirit observed the bird.

The bird's brown and white plumage was now as black as a raven's with a blue sheen with flecks of gold. It grew from the size of a sparrow to that of a full-grown robin. Its talons were sharpened to a point as well as its beak.

The bird let out a call as Pitch smiled showing off his jagged teeth. His shoulders shook with mirth before he let out a menacing laugh. Fear will rule the world once more.

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