A Dream Come True
Chapter 1
The man in the snow
This is my first Rise of the Guardians fan fiction, I hope you'll like it.
The night was dark and cold. The wind spreading its icy chill across the Earth.
Not a soul, was out of their homes.
Not a soul, except Pitch Black.
Pitch was lying in the snow, not unconscious but dazed and unable to drift into sleep. His troubled thoughts holding him back from the relief he so longed for.
Unable to move, unable to sleep, Pitch simply lay there with his eyes closed waiting patiently for sleep to come.
A woman was walking in the very woods where Pitch had been attacked by his Nightmares.
She was dressed in a navy blue cloak and long flowing dress. She had long, straight dark blue hair. Her skin had a light blue tint, her lips and eyes shared the same colour as her hair.
The cold wind ruffled her clothes. She however was not fazed by this.
Her face exhibited a serious and dejected countenance, her face was thin and pale with dark rings around her eyes.
As he walked around the woods, the woman spotted a tall dark inert figure lying in the snow.
She approached it slowly.
When she finally reached it, her eyes met with Pitch's pale face.
It was bruised with red marks reminiscent of a horse shoe.
She kneeled down, picked up a handful of snow and pressed it down on his face to alleviate the bruising.
Pitch's eyes fluttered opened, he gasped surprised by the cold touch.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" Pitch asked the strange woman.
"My name is Misery. I wander upon the Earth searching for children with sadness in their hearts. I destroy their last shreds of good spirits until they cry and the burden in their souls is relieved.
This is a sad and lonely place. An ideal place for children to be lost. I was walking in these woods searching for any sad and lost children and then... I found you."
"I..." Pitch uttered but was cut off by Misery.
"Shhh... do not speak." Misery interrupted him gently and put her finger to her mouth to silence Pitch.
Misery then conjured some blue sparking magic in her hands. She wove it around the air and made it drop down on Pitch like rain drops.
"Relief has come, do not trouble yourself further. Listen to my words, let go of your troubles and sleep..."
Tears slid down Pitch's cheeks, his eyelids lowered.
Misery stroked Pitch's forehead gently until he closed his eyes and she wiped the tears from his face with her hand.
Misery then conjured up two blue sparkling humanoid figures with her magic.
"Please help me carry him to my home." Misery asked her helpers.
The humanoids nodded silently.
One of them lifted up Pitch's arms.
The other lifted up his legs.
The two humanoids then carried Pitch home to Misery's small derelict wooden cabin hidden in the woods.
Misery opened the door to let the humanoids in, they entered the cabin and placed Pitch on a small bed. Misery covered Pitch up with a ragged blanket.
"Come back to me, my helpers." Misery whispered and held out her arms in the air.
The two figures then spiraled around her and dissipated into hundreds of tear shaped drops and dropped back into her hands.
Misery then retired for the night and went to sleep in her bed. Pitch's face being the last thing she ever saw before falling asleep.
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