Well hello there, yes I know I should be focussing on my other stories but I saw Rise of the Guardians and this wouldn't leave me till I posted it. I apologize my loving quiet readers of other tales... Read and review please I like constructive criticisms and comments.
She stared down on her lost love and frowned. 'This was not supposed to happen… the path that was beaten has been reforged. The balance has been broken.' She smiled from the night sky. 'And I have been given permission to fix it.' So she hurtled down to the green and blue planet revolving in front of her.
"Then why are they here?" Pitch sneers looking at the nightmares and fearlings around them.
"They aren't my nightmares. I'm not afraid." Chuckled North. Jack's cold blue eyes seemed to stare into his soul. He almost laughed a soul, please.
"Maybe it's your fear they smell?" Came the cool and unfeeling voice of Jack. Pitch gasped and his sickly orange gold eyes widened as his own fearlings raced towards him. Then a light and the ice cracked underneath a sudden pressure. Jack's staff slammed down and the lake reformed beneath their feet. A mist had started and obscured the figure shadowed by the mists. The nightmares reared back and stayed were they had been standing.
"Pitch Black you have upset the balance. I have been given the permission of Destiny herself to interact with you and the beings known as The Guardians." The mist faded to reveal a gold clad woman. Her dress clung to her slim figure. A gold chocker wrapped around her neck and around her arms were golden bangles set with gleaming stones with changing colors. She glowed subtly. She was tall and her hair was black as night and her eyes were swirling pools of blues, greens, browns, whites, and golds. Other colors would randomly flash across the irises. She clutched a staff of wood and obsidian that flashed in the light. Her eyes glanced over the lake and her observers. She turned and stared at Pitch. He snarled.
"Who are you?" His amber eyes flashing in confusion and sudden rage.
"I am many things. Some call me Mother Nature." Her appearance changed to that of a kindly but intimidating older woman. "Some call me Father Time." Again she changed to a wizened old man with lighting in his eyes. "Others have named me Death, Life, Love, Loss, Pain, Sorrow, Gain, Joy, Happiness, and many more. I am Rage, and Pity…" she changed with each name. Death was a dark robed skeleton, Life an innocent child of neither gender, Rage was a burning woman with fire in her eyes and Pity was a resolute man in dull clothing and then her form returned to the lovely and frightening form of the glowing gold woman. "…but mostly I am a Star of the night. I am the Moon and the Sun both manifest. Male and Female but I prefer this form as it is as I once was… but not quite." Her staff was violently pointed at the Nightmare King. Jack and the other Guardians couldn't help but notice a flash of silver across her left ring finger.
"You, Pitch, have followed the wrong path written for you. You were not meant to be your own nightmare nor spiral into madness. You were not meant for only darkness but also for light. Because you cannot have shadows without a light to make them. Nor would man know darkness without light ever being present." Pitch had fallen to his knees on her impact with the lake. He had not moved since. He glared up at the woman.
"That answers 'why' you are here, not 'who' you are." She smiled at him.
"No, it didn't, not entirely. I did not give you my true name. You'll figure it out… eventually." She took two steps and kneeled next to the Nightmare King. "I give you two choices, Kozmotis Pitchiner, you can stay in the dark and embrace your fear forever… or I can give you back the light that you lost and the memories of a forgotten life long gone. Fear and hatred or something you haven't felt in millennia. It's entirely your choice. I'll give you till sunset. You cannot leave this spot and you will be safe from the influence of others, choose wisely."
She stood gracefully and turned to the staring bystanders. "To the edge of the clearing please." When they complied she simply bowed her head in thanks and started to walk towards a rock covered in snow. Before she had gotten too far Pitch called out to her.
"What if I choose the wrong one?" She looked over her shoulder at a small looking, scared shadow of a man. She smiled warmly.
"You won't."
The sun was high in the sky not even close to sunset when Pitch called to her. She stood and kneeled with him.
"What is your choice?" She cocked her head to look at the Boogeyman's lowered head. He looked up eyes almost shimmering with tears.
"I don't want to be afraid anymore." He sounded like a child lost and broken but his eyes were alight with a determined air. She smiled and nodded. She looked over her shoulder at the Guardians that had now stood behind her. Pitch's head was tilted downward again not daring to look at them. Her eyes were cool shades of whites, grays, and blacks. She turned back to the crumbled spirit kneeling beside her. She grabbed his chin and looked into his eyes. She whispered something that only Pitch could hear and to the Guardians utmost surprise she leaned in and kissed the Nightmare King.
It wasn't long and it was chaste but with that one kiss Pitch began to change. His hair seemed to go even blacker but his skin turned as pale as moonlight. His black robes turned a pale grey but the most prominent change was his eyes. No longer the angry amber but a pure gold. She continued to kneel with him. He looked at his hands with a look of utter amazement. Then he smiled with joy written across his face and then he laughed. Not the laughter of the maniac as they knew him but that of a man set free. It was nothing like the others remembered. He continued to stare at his hands and they saw him light up in recognition. He held up his left hand and they couldn't miss the flash of silver in the sunlight. He looked at the woman that kneeled across from him and smiled.
"Hello Pitch." She said quietly. He reached forward and cupped her cheek. Tears running down his face.
"Hello Astra." They seemed to have forgotten anyone else around them and they were silent for a while. his smile wider that they'd ever seen it. Then it fell as he looked at her, his star. "How could I ever have forgotten you?" His thumb wiped a tear off of her pale cheek. He cupped both of her cheeks in his hands and brought her closer into an embrace.