If one searched for it, they would find a lone, rotting bed in the middle of the woods. And if they looked for it, they could discover a tunnel that reeks of darkness and fear. In other words . . . a lurking danger.
Deep down inside is a cavern full of black, bird cages, each holding precious black mares. And in the very center of the crowded area stood a tall man, his back to a large brass globe. His grey skin prickled and his golden eyes darted back and forth.
He stayed still, drinking in the unusual sensation that had drifted into his lair. A sensation that carried jealousy, self-pity, and a shattered heart. The man couldn't help but thoughtfully observe the dark matter that came in a few moments ago. After peering and prodding at it, the man cupped his hands and called to the energy. Surprisingly, it obeyed. He could not help but smile as he gathered the matter into a small marble until it became Pitch Black.
. . . . . . . . . .
A small house sat on a steep slope of one of the tallest mountains in the world. The Himalayas Mountain Range. A roaring fire blazed in every room that filled the small house. Well, that is, small as a dog house on the outside, as big as a mansion on the inside. In a small room was a tall stool and a puppet stage. When steps were heard from down the hall, six wooden puppets dropped out of nowhere and floundered on the stage. A boy, no older than fourteen years old, sat on the stool as he prepared to watch a short puppet show. As if by magic, the dolls moved by themselves and prepared the set.
The Defeat of Him
Script by ?
Guardians: Surrender Pitch!
Pitch: Never!
(All Guardians advance towards Pitch)
Guardians: Then it shall be your doom.
(Pitch tries to run away)
(Nightmares advance)
Pitch: No, what are you doing?
(Nightmares pick up speed)
Pitch: NO. Stay away.
(Nightmares ignore him)
Pitch: NononononoNOOOOOO!
Jack Frost: Your fear is the end of you
(Nightmares&Pitch disappear)
Back in the cavern
Pitch: Screams of agony
I will get my revenge
FIN
The boy smiled as the show came to a close."Jack Frost," he chuckled. "What a trouble maker."
He took off his voluminous top hat and took out a bottle of Château Margaux and a wine glass. He secured the cork between his teeth and ripped it out. After pouring himself a small glass, the boy dropped the bottle back into his hat and plopped the hat back onto his head.
As he slowly stirred the wine, a smile formed on his face.
"Jack Frost, you better stay on your feet; it's time to prepare for battle."
. . . . . . . . . .
Back at the Pole, Jack Frost prepared for battle. During the past few days, he and the Easter kangaroo had been on short terms.
If the Pooka hadn't trapped Jack under the pink dye-fall, Jack wouldn't had felt like it was necessary to re-direct all of the Easter eggs into Bunny's many tunnels. Luckily, no egg got hurt. Much. A few shivering eggs were temporary traumatized, including Bunny.
Now, both Guardians were out to seek revenge.
Two-and-a-half hours ago
"JACK!"
An angry Pooka stormed into North's private workshop, causing poor North to stumble over a moving train set. As North tried to catch the falling airplanes he had crashed into, Bunny stormed around the room looking for Jack.
"Where is he?!"
"Excuse me?" A confused Santa stared at the mad Easter Bunny.
"Ya' know what I mean! The little blighter jumbled up all of my Easter eggs. And do you know who this effects?" Bunny pointed to himself. "Yeah, that's right, me!"
"Bunny, Bunny, Bunny," sighed North. He got up and brushed his knees. "Ugh. Too old to bend down so far. Any ways, why not go settle it with Jack? Pass a few words, have a good talk -"
"Yeah, that's what I'll do when I get my hands on him. I'll strangle 'im until he admits he's done wrong."
"Now Bunny, that is not a very good idea-"
"No time to talk. Have to find that nuisance and give him a piece o' my mind. If you find him, tell him that there's going to be an all out war three hours from now."
"Wait, Bunny. Don't think-"
"Sorry North. I have someone I need to kill."
Bunny sprinted off, leaving an upset North standing all alone. North rubbed his temples and sighed. He pointed to his desk and said, "Jack, you may come out now."
As Jack Frost came out from under North's desk, he couldn't contain his laughter.
"Did you see that? He totally missed me."
"Jack, I do not think now is the time to-"
"See you North. I have to get ready for the all out war."
"But Jack, don't you think-"
"Bye!"
Jack ran to the window and jumped out. His laughter could be heard as he flew away.
North collapsed onto a large chair and said, "O, mal'chik." It would be a long time before the Workshop could go back to it's normal routine. North closed his eyes and tried not to think of the nightmares that would soon begin.
O mal'chik means Oh boy in Russian
Oh, and hi. First fanfic, so it may not be so great. Sorry if it's terrible. If it is, tell me