The long awaited (I think) sequel to Belief after Childhood. I highly recommend reading that first, so you're not completely lost.
Belief versus Doubt is going to be a bit different then its predecessor. Not really a happy, fluffy story as a more adventure-sort. It really expands how much different my little Belief-verse is compared to either the book or movie. I'm not saying it's completely different, but a mix of the two with some mythology mixed in. In the movie, it hints that our Guardians were all human once, where I've taken the book's approach that, save a few, most of them are their own species.
If you have any questions, feel free to ask! Unless they're spoilerrific, I'll answer them to the best of my ability. Just don't expect an answer right away, I work full time and I don't always have time to answer my personal emails. Thankfully, I usually never work more than three days in a row, so yay! Then again, three twelve-hour shifts in a row are still hellish. As for updating, about once a week, but probably not on the same day. I already have a few chapters written, and the plot generally mapped out.
Let's see, one more to this: The time skip between the two stories will be in drabble form in: 'In Which Jack Frost Tries to Play Cupid'. And as far as pairings go...Bunnymund/Sophie will be the most obvious, hints of Jack/Mother Nature (don't ask, I don't know where it came from either) and a bunch of others, probably. Obvious, none of them are your typical pairings. Don't expect any typical pairings in here. I like crack, okay? (wait, that sounds wrong...)
Last but not least: None of the characters belong to me! Well, one or two might, but who cares about that?
Prelude
Stardust glittered on the floor in the dim light, twinkling like stars on the obsidian floor. The room was cold, far more than even the hardest of Jack Frost's icy blows or even Emily Jane's harshest cold snaps. Still, it didn't faze me as I strode across the remains of the Ancient's magic, the moonshard pendant allowing me to walk through the complicated webs of magic still present after all these eons. Finally the floor ended, leaving a chasm between me and the towering obsidian wall, so dark it seemed to suck all the light from the pendant and snuff it out. The fabled Ebony Veil. Where every dark and evil thing had been sealed by the Ancients at the start of the so called 'Golden Age.' The reason why every living thing feared the dark.
It had be a long time since I last stood here. Eons had past since we sealed this tomb,; we had been full of bravery, courage. We had in essence been the light that chased the shadows into their grave.
A slight sneer graced my lips. Memories of that time were no longer comforting, but bitter and disgusting. I was no longer that man. He was dead, suffocated by the darkness he tried to defeat. We had been foolish to think we could ever kill the dark. Hate, despair, and fear. They were eternal. Love was just a fleeting dream, joy a brief flash of light in the eternal night.
Hope a fool's dream that only made the truth more bitter.
This close to its antithesis, the moonshard had grown brighter than its namesake, yet still nothing was visible behind the Ebony Veil. I held the pendant up, sneering at the delicate blue crystal hanging on the silver thread wrapped around my fingers. The Guardians should have known better than to trust that silly rabbit with something so precious. Something this powerful when they knew the dance we had been sharing.
I untangled the necklace from my fingers before gripping it my fist, something in me twisting as the light fought in vain to escape my fist. I wasn't Kozmotis Pitchiner. Not any more. I was Pitch Black. I was the Nightmare King and the feared Boogeyman. There was no hope, no love for me. Just Despair. Hate. Desolation.
Fear.
A harsh roar escaped my throat as I tossed the moonshard into the Veil, it's light blinding until it passed the curtain of magic.
