It was a whaling blizzard outside. And a young five year old dark brown-haired girl was in a layer of rags, hiding in a small shelter that she had made with a few pieces of material she had found from the accident she was caught up in. She was surrounded by acres and acres of never ending pine trees. Her nose scarlet red ,her brown eyes were dull and her hair was veiled with white snowflakes. Her feet were bear and frost-bitten blue, and her hands were so pale and numb that she could feel like she could no longer think of living anymore.

Xexilia (ex-eel-lee-ah) her name was. That tragic accident happened back a month ago when she and her parents were going camping in the middle of some woods near a snowy mountain in Seattle. Unfortunately, the car slipped near an ice covered ledge when they were on a road, and flipped over a few times. Then that was the moment when little Xexilia found herself all alone in the car with no parents to take care of her, as they were drifting off to sleep...forever. Realising she was the only survivor; she took some food and valuables and left the car to flee the horrid memories that swirled in her mind.

She started crying at the painful memories, and the suffering she had gone through. She curled up, hugging her knees together and covered her eyes with her tiny hands. She started sniffling from the cold and her emotions.

"I want to be safe," she said as she was whispering and taking shallow breaths, "If I could make a wish right now, I wish to be taken care of so that I won't feel scared…or frightened anymore. Someone...please help…"

An ominous wind screeched through the trees.

"Dear child," a deep haunting voice filled the air, "I can take care of you."

Xexilia looked up. She saw a ghostly black figure in front of her outside her little shelter. She slowly stood up and crawled out of her small twig shelter. She was speechless. It was like an apparition had appeared to her need…but in some haunting form. She took a closer look at the figure. She could tell it was a man. His face look pale grey, his hair vibrant black in a spiky style, and his robes were raven black which faded when it reached his feet.

"You fear that you will starve, and you are scared that you will die. But I can control it, I will take care of you, and you will no longer have to be consumed in the memories that have scarred you." The figure explained.

"Who are you?" Xexilia asked.

"Oh, I'm so rude aren't I? I am Pitch. I am the Nightmare King. Don't be put off by my name and title. But then, enough about me, my little…Xexilia" he held a cold pale hand out to her and smiled evilly, "If you want to feel no more fear, and want to be taken care of, I suggest you take my hand."

Having no choice, she shook his hand. He grinned devilishly. A tiny shock went through Xexilia's body.

"Now that you've agreed, you can't go back now. Or you'll die. But what I haven't told you, is that we need a deal, you get what you want, but you have to trade something for it."

"Tr-trade?" she shivered.

"Yeeeeees…now I know." Pitch grimaced as he looked directly into the little girl's eyes.

She tried turning away from him, but it was too late. A white beam of light entered her eyes, blinding her instantly. She screamed. Pitch laughed. Taking such a risky deal gave him more power, but now, he would have to keep this child. And so, without any more sound, they both vanished in a thin black mist which faded and teleported them somewhere… a place where Pitch promised would be a 'safe' place.

So the prologue kind of sucks I guess. But I promise I'll try to at least make the chapters a lot better.