"Such a beautiful creature. A creature which rides along the sands, dances with the waves, a prince astride battling to save his dear beloved. A creature of dreams. Just as important as the dragon waiting to be slayed. You are the victory though, are you not? The victory of a happy ending. And you shall be my victory, as when the time for fear to rule the world comes; you will be its creature."

The black wisps of smoke reared in approval. The Horses outline was a misty blur, as though it had not yet been complete yet it silkily leant in to the man's hand. However the shadow only fell through his hand, not being able to touch his long pale fingers.

"Don't worry my fearling. Soon you shall be strong once more, and everything shall take its rightful place."

The man turned away as the horse vanished in a cloud of smoke. His face was pale, long and thin was his entire structure. His long black robes were draped across his milky skin where they faded onto the floor. He seemed to sliver across the floor as he made his way down the stone steps in the cave he had made his home.

In human the place was cold, its numbness as thick as ice, allowing no warmth to be provided. The cave was underground and drips of water echoed loudly inside where no light was visible. It was black. Pitch Black. The only thing that could be seen through the dense atmosphere by a human eye would be the ghostly skin of its inhabitant.

But for Pitch this was perfect. The cool air was soothing on his skin as the darkness seemed to keep it fresh. After all, he thought, what goes better together than cold and darkness? He let out a cold laugh which echoed high and loud as he reached the end of the stone stairs. He preferred the shadows. It is what he had long ago become accustomed too. Lost he was to the world. He was just a silly little bad dream to those children when comforted by parents.

But not for long. Nightmares were to soon rule there innocent minds at night. It was time for the shadows to overtake there silly dreams.

He reached the end of the space he had been walking across and sat astride the throne like stone, where tattered black drapes hung down behind it. The dark mare appeared through dust as she tossed her black mane in the air cantering towards her master.

"We will not be ignored my sweet." He whispered to the misty black smoke that was cantering in fading circles before him. A cold smile played across his lips as he said, "And we shall have our revenge."

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