Prologue
Pitch was ecstatic as if in a manic state.
He had finally done it, created a plan to overwhelm the guardians' newest member. He would attract the child in like a moth to a lamp.
Oh, and did Pitch have the best lamp for Jack Frost.
Jaime Bennett.
It had been too simple to kidnap him. All it took was some corrupted dream sand (for Jaime still had an unconscious fear of Pitch).
Then, sneaking past his mother and Sophie, he had taken the Bennett child and rode on a nightmare horse to his lair.
Simple as cake, and much more devious and wonderful.
Pitch watched the child mentioned squirm in his nightmare-sand cage. Pathetic. He did, however, love the sound of panting and screaming, like the soundtrack to a horror movie, where Pitch had the best part.
Pitch was the bad guy, except he didn't follow one fantasy story cliché: he wouldn't lose with his master plan.
He went over to the birdcage to inspect his live bait.
He stroked the child's chin, cooing.
"Come on my little birdie, don't struggle so much or I might be tempted to make you a fearling…"
With this information, the thing suddenly stopped and froze out of the delicious fear.
Pitch's voice dropped, and with his fingernail drew a line with his black grimy fingernail from the kid's chin to his heart. The villain smiled.
For if one looked closely, one could see a small hourglass tattoo, with the line Pitch had drawn causing the ink grains on the top start to move to the bottom.
With each grain falling, Jaime Bennett began to lose some of his blood, a drop of it falling onto the floor. If Jaime had been conscience he would have seen flowers and fruits begin to bloom on the barren area around his prison cell.
When he was sure the child was out like a light, Pitch began to survey his handiwork.
He watched the blood drip-drop unto the ground. It was a gory beautiful sight.
He remembered the last time he had done this. He had, after all influenced Greek Mythology. Who else could have inspired the dreaded Hades?
If only he actually had power of life and death. He sighed. Well, you can't have everything, can you?
Persephone wasn't real either. Persephone was simply a child turned fearling who had eventually faded after the last fight with the Guardians.
Pitch growled in impatience. A nightmare growled. He nuzzled the needy beast.
"I know, precious." There was only one drawback to his plan.
If Frost didn't show up soon enough, Jaime might die, and Pitch might lose his only bargaining chip with the winter spirit. He couldn't stop the blood flow now that it started either. The ground was greedy, and would only retreat from its life source once the pomegranate had been picked by its target.
Besides, he needed an innocent's blood to keep the garden alive, and in this modern world, the number of innocents were decreasing.
Good thing he knew Jaime.
Now, all he needed to do was speed up the process of luring in the frostchild, and make him eat the ten pomegranate seeds.
All the other fauna were simply distractions.
Then, the frostchild wouldn't be very frosty anymore, would he?
Pitch began to recite a poem similar to the beat of Fuzzy Wuzzy Was a Bear.
Jacky was a winter spirit.
Jacky ate seeds and screwed himself silly.
Jacky wasn't very chilly anymore, really!
A/N: Hello people! Sorry, but this story called to me. All readers of Cracking Mortality: so sorry I didn't update that story first! While you're here, why don't you all spread the love to Lunar Wish, Cracking Mortality (I'm shooting for tomorrow, I've been writing a slightly longer chapter where Jack finally meets Percy), and Chewing and Fixing Jack Frost's Bubblegum Heart? Thank you! P.S.: Poor Jack… What will become of him?