Darkness. It was the very last thing that I remember. It wasn't always this way. The Shadows weren't always there and, once upon a time, I was known by a different name. I once knew the things that you did, I had a family, at least as much of one that I could have. I was a harald hero to all who knew of me. I had been the deciding factor in a war that had been so desperately fought, and with such fevor. I had once been an agent of the light, protector to all against the Shadows that wanted nothing more than to feed on fear and cause destruction. I landed on Earth, years after the war ended and it was then that my true self began to surface again. I was so ever alone for the first time, no one could see me or hear me and my dark servants grew restless. They needed me though, and so I'd set myself the task of protecting the intelligent creatures that lived here; protecting them from the Tsar's foolishness. In the end, I was just as much of a fool. Drunk on power that I was given from the fears that permeated this world, I was undeniably a ruler over all; the ruler of the night. Then, the Man in the Moon just had to interfere. The Guardians came to be and my power wanned to such a point that I was driven by anger, hatred; I wanted revenge for their meddling had tipped the balance I'd been keeping. That, though, was so very long ago. Just a year ago I made my move; I'd spent the last 300 years plotting, planning, and stealing what fear I could from children. I built up an army, I had perfected using my dark influence over the dreamsand that I stole from the dreams of children. I was slowly being feared once more, being believed in. There was one boy, however, who refused to be frightened by my Shadows and yet he still believed in me. His name? Jack Frost. For a time, I watched this boy, intrigued that he could see me, but didn't fear me. That was before the accident on the ice that had robbed him of his life, before he had been resurrected by the Man in the Moon. I took little time to really pay much attention to him as I was building my army for my revenge, it was to my disadvantage that I did because when I got the Guardians together when I was finally ready to take them down, Jack was among them. I underestimated him and his power, at first. I tried to get him to see reason, to join me in rebalancing the world but he rejected me and became a Guardian. He, and a handful of humans turned the tide and restored the other Guardians. I was defeated, most of my Nightmares lost, they then turned on me and I was pulled back into my lair where I would be for a long while; fighting against my servants to conquer them and my own fears again.
It would not be so easily done this time. Time didn't matter to me, even if it had I had no way of knowing how much time had passed as I fought against the fears my servants fed on greedily. I vowed vengeance for what the Guardians had done, but even as I simmered in my hatred for them, there was one Guardian I could not bring myself to hate. My name is Pitch.