The Nightmare King's Tales
Hello readers, these are little archs and one shots of the family of Pitch Black the Nightmare King, his wife Lenora Black Queen of the Shadows and their son, Kearn Black the Prince of Nightmares and Shadows. They are not specifically in order. A sorta sequel/add-on to my one shot: His Lovely Shade. Enjoy and review if you want more. you may want to read His Lovely Shade to understand this.
"Pitch…" the Boogeyman's eyes fluttered open and he turned to his wife laying beside him. The air was cool and her bright green eyes were worried and tired. He could feel a lingering fear around her. He quickly turned on his side and put a hand to her cheek.
"What is it, Lenora?" Her eyes became downcast and she put one of her own slender gray hands to his.
"I… I had a nightmare." He chuckled without mirth. His other hand came up to her chin and tilted her head to look at him.
"I'm afraid that is something that happens… I'm not exactly the best partner to give anyone 'good' dreams." She laughed silently and rolled her eyes.
"I know that. Hold me." He smiled fondly at her request and simply took her into his arms. They lay holding each other for a while. Her head laying on his chest. Then they both heard a creak and then the pitter-patter of little feet. A lantern was placed by the bed side and they watched with amusement as a set of green-gold eyes peeked up from the side of the bed. A little hand clutching at the dark sheets and the other clinging to a bright red and yellow spider plushie. It's big black eyes sparkled in the lantern light and its legs sprawled everywhere in between the little boy's arm and elbow. Pitch let go of his wife for a moment to reach down and pluck his son from the floor. Pitch's smile was wide and he settled the boy between himself and his mother and then again wrapped his arms around his wife's shoulders. His wife started to adjust the little toy's legs and spoke to their son.
"What is the matter, Kearn?" He gave his mother an incredulous look.
"Nothing." His mother frowned and ran her fingers through Kearn's hair.
"Then why are you here, sweetheart?"
"'Cause mummy was scared." She twirled a bit of his hair in her fingers.
"And how did you know that?" The little boy shrugged. His barely too-big pajamas slipped off one of his skinny gray shoulders. The star pattern crinkling where it rested. His hair stood on end and went every where. Pitch and his wife shared a knowing smile. Their son had already shown much promise in both of their abilities. This did not surprise them in the least. The boy suddenly turned to his father.
"Daddy, would you and mummy sing to me?" His wife gave him a mischievous smile.
"Yeah, boogeyman, sing us to sleep." Pitch laughed.
"Oooh, the boogeyman singing his two favorite people a lullaby… well if it'll get you out of my hair…" he stopped to think of one. He did know some, parents tended to sing them after he came, to comfort their children. He never thought he'd ever sing one himself. "Lenora, you are much better at this than I am… you start off and I'll just join along." She smiled at him knowing full well he would not.
"Come Little Children,
I'll take thee away, into a land of enchantment.
Come Little Children,
The time's come to play
here in my garden of shadows.
Follow Sweet Children,
I'll show thee the way
through all the pain and the sorrows.
Weep Not Poor Children,
for life is this way
murdering beauty and passions.
Hush Now Dear Children,
It must be this way
too weary of life and deceptions.
Rest Now My Children,
for soon we'll away
into the calm and the quiet.
Come Little Children,
I'll take thee away, into a land of enchantment.
Come Little Children,
The time's come to play
here in my garden of shadows…"
His wife soon fell to sleep and both of their breathing evened out. Two heads of black hair laid on his chest. He sighed and soon he was encompassed in the sandman's realm.
And they all dreamed wonderful dreams and the shadows stayed at bay.
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When they woke in the morning, they found a pair of tiny gray feet being stuck in their faces. Pitch and Lenora laughed and grabbed one of them and began to tickle the little digits. The boy let out a squeal and fought for his feet back. He scrambled to the end of the bed and picked up the spider and held it up.
"Rawr!" The little shade then jumped at his father with the stuffed animal in front. His father caught him with an 'oomph' and they came down on the bed laughing.
"Oh no! It is a horrendous spider! Whatever shall I do!?" The little boy stood on his 'vanquished foe' and held the bright creature aloft.
"Thou shalt never harm this child boogeyman! The spider prince Aracnis Black shall always protect his little brother the Shade!" Pitch's head came back into the pillow and he laughed again.
"Ah, yes, the little shade! How ever did I think I could ever 'attack' him?" Pitch sighed and smiled at his son's sparkling amber green eyes. The boy then clambered out of his parent's bed and headed out the door. Before he closed the door the small head peeked back through.
"Mummy, can we have waffles?" His mother laughed.
"Of course, sweetheart."
-end story 1
Hellooo my sweet readers. I never seem to be able to finish anything... I apologize if you're reading my other stories... but these wouldn't leave me alone and life has been a real arse.
Come Little Children- not mine
Kearn would physically be around 4 or 5 in this story.