Pitch

I sat in my nightmare, my fear snapping at me, sending more and more terror through me. However no matter what my nightmares throw at me, it will never scare me as much as Toothiana. My hand automatically flew to my jaw, rubbing the aching cheek, thoughtfully. When she punched me, the anger in her eyes, it was worse than anything those guardians could've done to me.

I looked up, as my nightmares whined, eagerly, sensing my fear. "Enough!" I cried, rising to my feet and advancing on them. "I am your master. You cannot do this to me!" I watched, smugly as the nightmares backed away, frightened, before vanishing into the darkness. I smiled, following the tunnels around me, recognising it as my own lair. The complicated labyrinth was simple for me; I had created this lair with my own hands, and had lived here for many centuries. Since those filthy guardians showed up. I growled, my anger bubbling at the thought of them.

I reached the exit, feeling the darkness around me, a feeling of serenity flowing through me. A light above me shone brighter, causing me to look up. "Oh come now, old friend." I smiled at the full moon, "Did you really think I'd give up that easy?"

The moon shone brighter, before hiding behind a cloud. The coward. I thought, glaring at him, before turning to the town, that lay beneath the hill I stood upon. "Hello Burgess, I'm home."