Chapter 1: Black
Disclaimer: Dragon? Are you alive? Hello?
Me: *pops out of nowhere* Sup?
Disclaimer: AAAAAAH! What the hell?
Me: What?
Disclaimer: Where've you been? I've been worried sick!
Me: Aww, you do care.
Disclaimer: Jerk.
Me: Bitch.
Disclaimer: God dammit.
Me: 8D
Disclaimer: *facepalms*
Me: Okay, so now that I'm back, I have a couple announcements. If you thought I abandoned you guys, I didn't! Writer's block hit me hard at the beginning of the summer, but then, I started writing some stories on my Wattpad account! They're mainly Minecraft Diaries, so don't go if you don't like it. I'll be posting my Wattpad link in my profile within the hour, so be patient. Also, this will be my first Rise of the Guardians fic, hence why I changed my name due to my recent obsession. Now, on to the story!
Disclaimer: Dragon owns nothing! She hardly even owns the plot, considering the fact that she based it on another fic she read!
Me: *hisses and tackles*
Jack drifted lazily in the breeze of the East Wind. It carried him slowly over southern Colorado as he spread his snow. It was a couple weeks from Christmas, and he still had thousands of miles to blanket in snow if he wanted to give everyone a white holiday season. He almost felt sorry for the people by the equator who couldn't even get snow. Almost. He was tired, too. He'd hardly gotten any sleep due to how hard he'd been working. In the past year, his believer count had started growing. He loved being a Guardian.
Suddenly, the North Wind snatched him up from the East, tossing him up into the night air.
'Come on Jack, play with me!' it whispered.
"Sorry bud, not right now," he replied.
The North Wind dropped him. He yelped in surprise as he plummeted towards the forest. Luckily, the South Wind caught him before he struck the trees. It gently set him on the forest floor.
"What was that for?" he complained.
Out of nowhere, a tendril of black sand shot towards him, wrapping around his staff and yanking it from his hands before he could react.
"The Sandman isn't the only one who can use whips, Jack."
Pitch drifted from the darkness of the tree line, holding the staff in his hands. The staff looked dead, the normal iced pattern gone.
"Give it back," Jack demanded.
"So rude for a Guardian," the Boogeyman sneered.
"I said, 'Give. It. Back," he pressed.
Pitch pretended to consider the order, then grinned.
"No," he returned, taking the staff in both hands.
Jack knew what was coming, but bracing himself didn't help. He stifled a scream as the sound of splintering wood filled the air and white hot pain blossomed in his chest. He could compare the pain to being burned. This was the second time this had happened, but this time was worse. Because this time he could feel his connections to the winds be severed. The wind around them blew stronger than ever, and Jack knew it was the North Wind's rage. Pitch sent a wave of nightmare sand at him, throwing him into a tree. His last thought before his vision went black was what would happen to the children.
Pitch smiled as he felt the wind kick up, picking up snow and causing it to swirl in its grasp. The blizzard would fuel him for weeks. The fear it would cause would be delicious, and the longer it raged, the better. He stuck the two ends of Jack's staff in the snowy dirt beneath him. He drifted over to the fallen winter spirit. Blood dripped down the side of his face from a head wound he had most likely received after hitting the tree. He looked weak, and Pitch could feel his pain, his suffering. He felt the nightmare sand inside him. He'd been working on this for the whole year. It was so easy to destroy something from the inside.
Two days. Two days it would take, but it was worth it.
"Sleep well, Jack," he muttered slyly.
He twirled his fingers and neighing resounded through the area.
"Bad dreams," he began. "Are such a powerful thing."
A nightmare danced around Jack's head as the boy's face contorted with fear, whimpering softly.
His smile only grew wider.
Disclaimer: Woowwwww.
Me: What? You know how I treat my main characters.
Disclaimer: No, it's not that. I'm just surprised you didn't do worse.
Me: Oh don't you worry. The worst is yet to come.
Disclaimer: Oh god.
-SWGDC227
