Author's Note/Commentary:
Welcome and thank you for reading my version of the Guardian's and Pitch's past, which will only take place on earth. Why? Well if you know or have heard about the books, you know that several characters, including Sandy, Pitch, even Bunny come from space. Not that I don't like Science Fiction or that setting in general, far from it, but if you're telling me the book's version of Pitch Black has extinguished suns, devastated planets, the bogeyman hiding under beds and fighting with the Guardians over the believe of children feels just too scaled down in both power and stakes. Also they are characters of fairytales and folklore, space just puts their world too far away from ours, in my opinion.
I haven't read any of the books, the movie has just made me curious, so I've read articles on the Rise of the Guardians wiki, since I want to base this story on what William Joyce wrote, however loosely. I'll be keeping things I deem important to the character (and know about), but of course add and change a lot.
This is not intended to be a rewrite, this is writing for fun and practice, as I'm not a native English speaker, a version to hopefully fit the movie as well. I'll explain some changes, meanings behind names, ect. at the end of every chapter, and if questions come up, keep in mind that some might get answered throughout the story. Not wanting to keep you any longer, I hope you'll enjoy, and follow this first of three origin stories.
Of Nightmares and Guardians
How a hero became Pitch, and a priest the Sandman
Chapter I
It was truly a beautiful day; blue sky, the warm sun and just a few white clouds, driven by a fresh and cool wind. On the deep blue ocean three great ships sailed north-east, in their style similar to the trireme used by the ancient Greeks, though they were just coming up on the world stage, as well as the Phoenicians and later the romans; but Atlantians had always been one or two steps ahead, maybe more. A man in dark leather armor stood at the first's railing, actually leaning over it, securing himself by holding on to a rope, his short night black hair thrown back by the wind, as he was clearly enjoying the ride and how it threw the ocean water into his face. The strong wind gave them unprecedented velocity.
A voice called for him. "Captain, we're approaching the fleet." Of course they did; he'd already spotted nine silhouettes in the distance. "Lord Pitch, please don't mind me saying, but I believe the Lord High General would appreciate it if you were properly dressed."
"We still have a few minutes." He said, half to himself, before turning to his second in command. "Besides, if the reports are true a cloak is the least of my worries…and since when are we no longer on a first name basis?"
"As long as we are on this mission. I'm just making sure everyone remembers who is truly in charge, seeing as these are my family's vessels." The other man was as old as Kozmotis, and wore similar armor with a blue cloak, but he had short brown hair and a neatly trimmed beard framing his face. "About the reports, I'm certain they are merely the stories of sailors, blown out of proportions."
"We'll find out soon enough." Pitchiner looked over to his men. Except for sailors, most of them were archers and swordsmen; spears were no good in such tight environment. For a similar reason all men wore armor made of leather, as metal would drag them down too fast should they ever fall into the water, and gave them less mobility. Besides, what metal the island kingdom had, was more valuable as weapons. Kozmotis put on his own cloak, a deep red, signifying his status along with fine golden lines along the chest and lower arm guards of his armor. "No one so far has been foolish enough to challenge Atlantis in her own seas, Lykos. Knowing the High General, he will want to set an example; otherwise he wouldn't have sent for so many ships for just a few pirates." There was this tone in his voice, and Lykos knew how much his Captain disdained the High Generals brutal methods.
"Maybe they are just a few Mediterranean pirates gone off course?"
Kozmotis shook his head. "I doubt they would drift this far into the ocean." The other ships were now close, close enough for them to see the men onboard. On the most luxurious' red sail was a yellow sigil painted on, an animal's head. "Let's see what the lion has planned for us."
…
Kozmotis and Lykos were the last to arrive on the High General's ship. Captain Nereus Scorpio, Lord of the Seas Amyntas Leo, and their highest officers were already waiting for them. First was dressed just like Pitchiner, though his face was burly by comparison, his black hair longer and curly, while their superior was a large man, yet far from looking sluggish, already showing the first signs of his age, his hair becoming silver along the side of his head. His armor was reinforced with a few steel plates, and showed the colors of his house, a privilege of his rank, light red and gold, while a heavily ornamented scimitar rested at his side, the hilt ending in a lion's head. As it was customary, Kozmotis and Lykos briefly bowed respectfully.
"Lord Captain Pitchiner, we have been expecting you." Amyntas spoke, his voice deep and booming. "The enemy is supposed to arrive within the hour." Since ruling over an island kingdom, Atlantians used birds, mostly pigeons or even hawks sometimes, to transport messages between their islands or ships; outpost and scouting vessels, had kept the General informed about the enemy's movements over the last days, and had made it possible to meet here in the middle of the ocean.
"Have we identified the threat yet, Milord?"
"So far we only know about four black ships of unknown origins." The General answered him. "Whoever they are, we will stop them here. And make sure to take prisoners; I want to know where they're from." His voice had turned into a dangerous growl.
"And retaliate?" To Kozmotis' ears it sounded like civilian massacre, and he fought to keep his voice neutral. From the corner of his eyes he could see Scorpio move his shoulders uncomfortably.
The General's eyes narrowed. "No one threatens Atlantis without paying the price. It is a lesson everyone should know by now, and we will remind them of. If you are uncomfortable, Pitchiner, you can always forfeit your position."
He stiffened somewhat. "That won't be necessary, sir."
Regarding him carefully, Amyntas slowly nodded. "Good. Nereus, your ships will cover my flanks. Enclose the enemy upon their arrival, while Pitchiner's ships will fall into their backs and close the circle; no one gets out."
It was in that moment, when suddenly someone from the crow's nest shouted. "Enemy ships approaching!" All eyes went to the horizon where four black shapes had appeared, closing in from the east with dark clouds looming above them.
A cruel, unsettling joyful smile played on the General's lips. "Bring your ships into position, and prepare your men. You're dismissed."
All attenders bowed and returned to their posts, Kozmotis almost running back to his ship, his expression showing anger, which seemed to concern Lykos. "Sir, do you disagree with the Lord General?"
"Not with the battle plan, but what will follow. Piracy is rarely committed out of malice, but suffrage. For them it is likely a necessity." Briefly he stopped in his tracks to look at the silhouettes, moving slowly as they drove against the wind. "As soon as General Leo knows where the pirates come from, he will wipe them out, along with all women and children. Constellation or not; if in any way possible I won't have us participate in such savagery."
"We might not have much choice, and if I may be so bold, you've worked too hard to get this far. It would seem foolish to sacrifice it all."
From anger, his captain's voice had turned cold as ice. "You advise me to sacrifice my moral code instead? I will ignore your council, and for your sake forget that you've ever considered this."
Lykos swallowed hard, and he allowed himself to relax somewhat. "Of course, Lord Pitch. Thank you."
It was true; Kozmotis had worked hard to gain his rank as a captain of the Atlantian fleet. Commonly only members of the great noble houses, the Constellations, could aspire to high positions, be it in military or politics. Only good connections to the houses of Lunar and Sagittarius, Lykos' house, as well as Kozmotis' own skills and determination had brought him this far. Men like the High General Leo however saw this as an affront. It was only likely that he would use any excuse to push Pitchiner down the latter again, given the chance.
Kozmotis focused his mind back on the situation at hand. Most important now was to defeat the enemy here, and preserve his men's lives. Lykos gave the necessary orders and the three ships departed from the rest of the fleet again, both officers keeping an eye on the strange ships in the distance. Something about them just didn't feel right, as if they weren't entirely solid. Perhaps it was simply reflections from the water that fooled their eyes. Once they were in position, all sails were secured, the ships waiting for the signal, most sailors ready at the rudders. Meanwhile the remaining fleet had formed a semi-circle, inviting the pirates into their midst.
"Their ships really are black." Kozmotis said when Lykos joined him at the rear.
"Straight out of your nightmares." It was true; the sails seemed to be cut from a starless night sky, and the ships themselves didn't look like they were made of wood at all, but as if darkness itself had been given form. And they seemed abandoned. "Where is the crew?"
Kozmotis' ships began to move again, as the black ships entered the trap. The sailors were giving it their all, and Nereus was now sending his own to ram the enemy. Four trireme crashed into their targets with their steel noses, a metal only Atlantians knew to produce at the time, and while everyone expected the hear the cracking of breaking wood, there was no noticeable sound at all. The impact was uncomfortably silent, but the prows stuck regardless. The circle was closed, but Kozmotis gave no order to do as Nereus, waiting only a few meters from the enemy. No unnecessary risks. Captain Scorpio's men went on the black ships, rushing over, swords at the ready, without meeting any resistance...and so they began to look around.
"What is going on?" Lykos wondered aloud. "Ghostships?"
His Captain narrowed his eyes. "Four of them? No, this is a trap, and the crew is somewhere on those ships. They probably know we won't use our archers when our own soldiers are onboard. They are likely under deck."
He was partially right. Human like shapes merged out of the ship, hands that grabbed for the men onboard, entire bodies, as dark as the ships themselves. For a few crucial moments the Atlantian soldiers were too shocked to react properly, and the shadow like creatures, slaughter most with blades and claws, which went effortlessly through armor and body alike. The few weapons raised in defense were shattered just the same.
"Demons."
Kozmotis couldn't else but agree; those weren't pirates. Whatever they were, they could only be unnatural. He needed to act quickly, and swiftly he turned to his men, most of which had not seen what had just transpired. "All who had their blades blessed by the priests or sages to the front! Our enemies are no mere men; we'll ram the closest ship and work our way through as a unit! I want no lone heroes today!" As the ships started moving again he spoke to Lykos. "Stay on the ship, and make sure none of these things come onboard."
"Me alone?"
Kozmotis nodded, and drew his own blade, a slender scimitar. For once he was thankful it was customary for commanding officers to have their weapons blessed before leaving harbor. "We'll keep most of them busy, and as I remember, superior numbers have never bothered you before."
"Those were humans." His officer reminded him, doubt still lingering in his voice.
The reply was delivered with a grim smile. "Then let's hope those here are human enough."
Two seconds later they hit the other ship, the impact strangely soft. With his soldiers behind him, Kozmotis threw himself into battle, just as the shadows were about to finish off the last of Scorpio's men. His blade cut through the darkling, and its white pupil-less eyes briefly widened before it faded away into the air like black steam. The sight made his heart jump. They could be killed.
The soldiers had seen the same, and the sudden ferocity of the attack, seem to surprise the shadows. However they quickly recovered, and all across the ship it came to duels, one against one. Kozmotis dodged a wild swing of a slender creature his size, and cut it in half, managing just in time to block an attack supposed for one of Nereus' men, cowering wounded at the deck. Both shadow and human turned towards the Captain, who didn't waste any time and decapitated said shadow. "Get to my ship now." Still in shock the man simply nodded, and stumbled off, though Kozmotis had no time to look whether he made it, as two more shades came for him. He deflected one of the blades, using it to block the other, then delivered a swift kick…his boot went through the shadow as if it weren't even there. Just in that moment one blade came down again, hitting Kozmotis across the chest. If he hadn't leaned back in that very instant, it would have probably cut him wide open, instead the sword had barely touched his skin, leaving only his armor damaged. With a swift swing he chopped its hands off, before it could retreat the sword again. It hissed briefly, in what was probably pain. He sidestepped the other, its own attack missing him by a long shot, delivering a fatal blow from the neck down to its hip.
Even as the second faded away, the first recovered from its injuries. To his horror, Kozmotis watched it reconstituted its hands, growing back from the stumps. It was even more disturbing to watch how a new sword seemed to merge out of his arm. Thankfully the captain recovered quickly, and forced the shadow into the defensive. He blocked a swing from above, holding his sword in the horizontal, pushed it up, over the shade's head, and stabbed it right into the chest. All around him the fighting continued, but it seemed his men were taking over the ship. The shadows did not appear to be used to such active battle; Kozmotis assumed that seeing as only blessed or enchanted weapons worked on them, they had rarely if never needed to fight. Now that the soldiers had overcome their initial shock, they swiftly cut down the enemy. Less than ten minutes after coming onboard, the first of the four ships was secured.
"Lord Pitch." One of his soldiers addressed him, once the last of the pirates had faded in the daylight. "We managed to save fourteen of Captain Scorpio's men."
"Good; send those with severe wound to our ship for treatment, all others will come with us, if their weapons suffice. We will continue to the next ship. I suppose the good captain is in need of our help."
"Right away, sir."
Kozmotis led them over Nereus' own ship, which still stuck in the enemy's hull. It had been spared any damage, but everyone on board was anxious and terrified, and as they let the soldiers through, some tried to find out what had transpired on the other vessel, asking about the true nature of the shadows. They wanted to hear they were human, they needed to know they were mortal.
The waves had brought all ships closer together, making it easy for Kozmotis to jump over to the second black trireme. Even before he came onboard, the captain could hear the shouting of men, cries of pain and laughter cold as ice. Bodies covered the night black deck, just like on the first. Those who were lucky enough to have blessed weapons were still holding up, but outnumbered. Captain Nereus was there as well. His cloak was turned to shreds, his richly decorated armor covered with cuts, blood running out of some. He had been clearly taken by surprise, Kozmotis was certain of that; his fellow captain was far too good a swordsman. Pitchiner's attention was quickly moved elsewhere. A shadow cut down a soldier close by, the blood spewing over Kozmotis' face. Before the creature was ready to strike anew, he'd taken it down. He fought his way to Nereus, who briefly showed relief on his face, before his expression turned back to pain, and he sunk to his knees.
"What are you doing here, Pitchiner?" He rasped, finally having time to catch his breath.
"Saving you, as it seems."
"It was a damn trap. What are those things?"
Kozmotis helped him back on his feet. "Whatever they are we have to finish this quickly. Not everyone is equipped to fight them."
"So I have noticed." Concerned he looked back at Kozmotis. "Pitchiner, they have boarded the General's trireme."
"Then let's finish this quickly."
…
After the second ship, the combined forces of Pitchiner and Scorpio made their way to the High General. The fact that the fight onboard his vessel was still ongoing gave them hope, though not much. The wooden deck had become slippery from the blood, and one had to be careful not to treat on the fallen Atlantians. Both running and sliding, the two captains lead their men to the far side, where the last were holding out. Suddenly Kozmotis saw out of the corner of his eyes, how a shadow merged out of Nereus' own. Just as it reached for him, Kozmotis swung his sword around, and sliced it in two, barely missing the other captain. Nereus jumped when he saw the blade coming over his head, but shock turned into relief and gratitude once he saw the dissolving shade. Others behind them were not so lucky, and the shadows began to appear between their ranks, forcing the attack almost to a stop. Except for the captains.
They kept running, Nereus even stepped through a shadow at one point, with only his sword having an effect on the thing, cutting its leg off. The High General fought alongside his personal guard, five men at this point, all injured. About half a dozen shadows turned around before Kozmotis and Nereus had reached them. They hissed, and lost shape. Like black water they swirled on the floor, before one single creature rose in their place. Three meters tall, and in its shape like a massive wolf or hyena, snout full of black fang, while three pairs of pale white eyes fixated on them. Long claws cracked the wood to its paws, and short spikes rose from its shoulders and back.
Kozmotis and Nereus came to a stop, and glanced at each other quickly. Neither of them had faced anything like this before. "Our enemy learns." Scorpio noted as he tightened his grip around his sword. With a feral growl the beast launched itself at them, splitting the two up when they jumped out of its way. Its fangs only barely missed Kozmotis' feet. A backhand strike touched its nose, and it howled, throwing its head up. Nereus, who was back at his feet, made use of that distraction, and went for the hind legs. Suddenly a humanoid's upper body grew out of it and stabbed him right into the left shoulder. Nereus cried out in pain, which was drowned out the shadow's cold, amused chuckle, before it merged back with its ilk. Kozmotis meanwhile had landed on his back, as one of the paws came down. The air was punched out of his lungs, his head stuck between two claws. He fought to bring his sword around, though he could hardly move his arm. The wolf's fangs came down, straight for his head…
In the last second, Kozmotis managed to point his blade up, cutting through its open jaws into the head. The beast staggered, the pressure on his chest loosened, and with a swing, he'd severed the paw from the leg. Staggering himself a bit, Kozmotis got away from it as fast as possible, catching his breath. Nereus showed up next to him, pressing his right hand on the wound, blood running from between his fingers. "You're alright?"
Pitchiner nodded. "Better than you. Look!" The beast shrunk noticeably, but the paws grew back regardless.
"I guess we have to kill it once for every shadow that makes this thing up."
"One down, five to go."
Not a second later the wolf charged them again, and with only one arm, Nereus met it head on. He was pushed back, his face showing grim determination, but the blade barley sunk into its dark flesh. The sheer mass of shadows seemed enough to be a match to the enchantment upon the blade. Meanwhile Kozmotis went for the neck. He was ready to stab, as the humanoid body emerged anew, so he threw himself down, using his velocity to slide under the beast, cutting through the throat.
"Four!"
The temporary weakness allowed Nereus to strike out, and launch his sword into its head. "Three." He said with a triumphant smile. Knowing their plan wasn't working, the now smaller wolf retreated and split up into three separate entities. "Two of them are mine." In mere seconds all three were dispatched off, gone in the light, and having reached the limit of his strength, Nereus collapsed.
"Can I keep you alone for a minute?" Kozmotis asked, looking over to Amyntas, who was down to a single guard.
Biting his teeth together, Nereus nodded. "Yes, now go and save the General."
Not losing another second, Kozmotis ran, only a few more meters between him and Amyntas. About seven shadows brought down the last soldier, his screams like himself killed as blades went through his lungs. Horror was written into the General's face, as he suddenly stood alone against ten. Kozmotis sword was lifted to strike…he stumbled. A pirate had risen out of his own shadow, holding on to both his ankles. Reacting quickly he curled up, swiftly cutting himself loose, before rolling back onto his feed. His head was back up just in time to see all remaining shadows relieving the High General of his duties.
"No!" Pitchiner bellowed, crashing blade first into one of the group. Like a whirlwind, he struck out to all sides, obviously confusing his enemies. Four were dispatched off in this almost mindless move, the others retreating hissing coldly at him. They surrounded him like a pack of predators. "What are you waiting for?" He dared them, picking up another sword from a fallen soldier.
Hissing was replaced by laughter that would have sent down shivers through any man's spine. "Your fear."
Like a group sharks they came for him all at once. It would have been foolish to wait, and meet them all together, so Kozmotis ran towards one. With one sword he pushed the black saber aside, killing the shadow with the other. The first two reached him then, and crossing his blades above his head he blocked them both. All they needed to do now was keep him pinned, and wait for the others to take him down. Instead Kozmotis suddenly withdrew, and having previously put all their force and weight on their blades, the shades stumbled briefly forward. Enough time for the captain. Now to the rest. Blade against blade, he lead the first past him, stabbing the second before it could strike, dodged under a wild swing of the third. Standing right behind it, he brought both swords down, cutting down from the shoulder to the hip. Even as the shadows faded, he had the last's throat between both blades. "You, I want alive." And it knew then that it was the last of its ilk alive.
…
Kozmotis regarded the creature on its knees in front of him, two soldiers having their blades at its throat. Somehow the shadow looked like it was made of dry, constantly shifting tar, while the sharp white eyes seemed to pierce right through him; it made him shiver ever so slightly. "What are you?"
It hissed, and then chuckled. "We are all that you fear."
Behind Kozmotis, Nereus scoffed while a healer tended to his injury. "I hope for you that you have a more specific explanation." Scorpio growled.
"We are the shadows that haunt mankind, the manifestations of their fears. We have always been, and will always be."
"One can still kill you." Pitchiner spoke with certainty, and could see how the two soldiers ever so slightly relaxed, as if they had needed that confirmation.
"We don't fear death, for we are fear."
"Why do you attack us?"
"It is in our nature; like fire burns, we are compelled to cause fear. We feed off it, and you are a ready supply. Now that we have form, we can make the world share one fear." It chuckled again in a cold voice, clearly delighted by the men's discomfort; Kozmotis could see that the soldiers would like nothing more than to kill this thing, or get away from it as fast and far as possible.
Nereus was apparently feeling the same. "Kill it." Two blades cut through the shadow, and it faded away in the daylight, without a trace, like all the others had in battle.
"Seeing as I was questioning it, don't you think I should have decided its fate?" Pitchiner spoke rather coldly.
"If you want to keep the next as prisoners, be my guest." The other captain growled. "That is, if you can find a way to hold them. But you won't bring them to Atlantis."
"That was never my intention, I assure you." The other Captain seemed satisfied with that. Sadly Nereus was right though: while Kozmotis despised the thought of killing prisoners, they had no way of holding shadows, seeing as only enchanted weapons seemed to have an effect on them. Maybe until their next encounter, Kozmotis could come up with a way of keeping them locked up. He already had someone in mind, who might be able to help him.
"Return to your ships, and see to your men." Scorpio said. "We'll meet tonight and discuss our report."
"Don't you want to take a break?"
"Not yet, and I have my officers to assist me." As the older of the two captains, Nereus temporarily held the authority of the High General. Kozmotis nodded once more and turned to leave. "Oh, and Pitchiner…thank you for saving my life back there."
"You're welcome."
Returning to the ship was not without its surprises. Everyone stopped working to watch the four black ships slowly disappearing like a mirage, similar to their crew. Kozmotis stared to the spot that just moments ago had been occupied by them, his brain not yet fully believing what his eyes were seeing. Though that could be said about many other things today. It was hard to tell whether the already unnerved Atlantians were relieved or frightened by this disappearance.
Over Nereus' ships, Kozmotis lead his men back to his own, which were by far the least damaged, and most crowded. Lykos seemed relieved to see his captain still alive, he himself having only suffered a minor cut along his left cheek. "Lord Pitch, it is good to see you alive and well. We've been told the Lord High General fell in battle."
Tired Kozmotis nodded, looking over to the crew. "I'm afraid he did. How are the men?"
"Three of Captain Scorpio's have died of their wounds, the others are still being treated. Do you wish to have them returned to their ship?"
"No, they'll stay with us, at least until they're stable." His gaze turned to where just until recently the black ship had been. "I'm afraid we'll meet these shadows again, Lykos, maybe sooner than we'd like. Until our next employment, I want each of my men to have at least one enchanted weapon; I'll pay them myself if necessary."
Lykos followed his captain, as he wandered over his trireme, checking on the wounded, who had been brought to the starboard side of the vessel. "I don't suppose we stay here for long."
Kozmotis was kneeling next to a man with his right arm amputated, who seemed dizzy from the pain and blood loss, and asked hoarsely for water. Before answering his second in command, he helped the wounded drink from a wooden ladle. "No, the ships themselves have taken little damage, so I hope we can leave at dawn. I'd like to return to Atlantis as soon as possible, and I believe so would the men."
Grateful, Lykos nodded in appreciation. "Indeed."
Throughout the journey home, most, if not all men complained about nightmares, claiming they saw visions, like having the pirates hunting and slaughtering them and their families at night. The encounter had truly left marks, and now every night the men had left as many lamps burning through the dark hours as possible, in a vain effort to eradicate the shadows on the ships. Quickly new names were established for what they had seen, attempts to explain what the pirates were. All agreed they weren't human, but living shadows. On some ships they were called fearlings, the term darklings grew popular as well, but most commonly used became Dream Pirates or Nightmare Men. They all felt like a perfect fit.
On the third day around noon, the main island of the Atlantian kingdom appeared on the horizon, in its size similar to the island of Britannia up north, though in shape more circular. Just the sight raised their hearts, even more when the capital's harbor became viewable, its wall enclosing the bay like a half-moon's sickle. In case of an attack, massive portals could close the entry between the two outmost points, now however they stood wide open, allowing in up to two triremes side by side. Flanking the portal on both sides were two massive banners, in size similar to a sail, showing Atlantis' very own sigil; a white tree with golden leaves on a dark blue ground. Legend said that not only had the tree, which only grew on Atlantis, saved the first colonists during a harsh first winter, but their fruits had given them knowledge, allowing the kingdom to be further advanced than any other nation at the time. Whether it was true or not, the tree was considered sacred, and the last few preserved in the palace's gardens.
The city itself was dominated by high towers and domes, all made of solid stone, most of which in white, making the buildings reflect the sunlight. Colorful banners flew everywhere, most showing the sigils of the noble houses, others that of the priesthood, sages' guild or other professions offering their services to the citizens. Some of the richer merchants had painted their properties in bright colors, making them stand out among the others. Just like on the day of the fleet's departure, over a hundred ships were anchored in the harbor, in all sizes and shapes. By now Kozmotis could see that a great crowd at gathered to welcome them home, hundreds of hands waving in the air. From the corner of his eyes he saw Lykos joining him at the prow. "We've hardly been away for a week, and still I'm overjoyed to return."
"We all are, Lykos."
An unusual grin showed on his face. "I suppose that includes my sister."
Kozmotis laughed something none of them had done since the battle. "I certainly hope so." He said as his ships were brought to the dock, belonging to the Sagittarius family. Among those waiting there, Kozmotis spotted her. She was wearing one of her favorite dresses in a soft green to match her eyes, while she wore her wavy, dark brown hair in a long braid. Her lips formed to a relieved smile, as both Kozmotis and Lykos got off the ship.
Her brother was the first to speak. "It is good to see you again, dear sister. I return your husband to you, safe and sound."
"Thank you, my brother. No one knows what will happen when you two get your heads together." She joked, keeping her tone serious but with a twinkle in her eyes, which were wandering to her husband even as she spoke, who was standing partly behind her sibling.
"She'll never forgive us for burning her hair as children, will she?" Nereus whispered loudly to his old friend, leaning towards him.
"I suspect it will haunt us until the end of our days." Kozmotis replied, more amused than concerned.
It was then that she got a look at his chest, and rushed to him, Nereus having to step out of her way. "You're injured." Amina said worried, a hand wandering over the cut in Kozmotis' leathern chest guard.
"Mere scratches, I assure you." He told her with a smile, his thumb running over her cheek, the other placed gently upon her arm. "I'm more concerned about you."
She smiled back at him, as his eyes wandered down to her small belly. "We are fine; you know how careful I can be, other than you."
"I'll leave you two alone." Lykos decided then. "I will be seeing you tomorrow at the hearing, Kozmotis. Dearest Sister."
The two nodded their goodbyes, before Lykos made his way through the crowd, two guards of his house, who had waited at the dock, escorting him. "Shall we return home as well?" Amina asked her husband.
"I'd like nothing better; there is much I wish to tell you."
Her expression turned back to concern. "You seem troubled."
"This journey has been quite…unique." He admitted, choosing his words carefully. "But I rather share it with you in private."
…
The ride home took until afternoon, providing Kozmotis with ample time to tell of what had transpired out on sea. As usual Amina listened to him without interrupting, first taking in everything he said. Unsurprisingly she was disquiet, her fingers moving restlessly over the horse-gear.
"Do you believe what this thing has told you?" She asked, once he'd finished.
"I haven't found a better explanation yet, and after what I've seen…I'm just glad there is a way to fight them. I dread to think what would have happened otherwise to us and Atlantis."
"This won't have been your last encounter with them, Kozmo." Amina realized.
"Afraid not." He admitted, and saw her biting her lower lip. "If they truly are the manifestations of our fears, there might not even be a way to definitively deal with them. That is why I'll have to talk to the sages on this matter tomorrow."
"Do have someone special in mind?"
"Archmage Ombric Shalazar has always been one for experimentation, and he should be there when we'll give our report at the hearing." When he turned his gaze back on the road, Kozmotis saw his home on top of a wide cliff. It was a villa, white, same as almost every other building on the island, surrounded by a vast garden and meadows. On the latter workers took care of the horses, which were property of the house Pitchiner for generations, and there were no finer in the kingdom.
"You look as if you haven't seen it in years."
"After not having slept well for days it almost feels like it."
"My dear, now I'm here to protect you." She teased him with a warm voice, placing a loving hand on his.
His reply came in kind. "I feel so much safer." And he kissed her hand, looking into her eyes cheekily, which elicited a smile from her. Even though it was intended to be more of a joke, somehow Kozmotis meant it seriously at the same time; he truly did feel safer here.
Once when Atlantis had been built the palace, at the highest point of the city, had truly been home to the king. After his death however there had been structural changes, and so now every three years two of the noble houses were elected to be head of state. These two kings had no absolute power, and had to involve the council, consisting of members of all constellational houses, in almost every decision. Before this council and representatives of the sages and priesthood, Nereus Scorpio and Kozmotis Pitchiner had come to give their report, following the funeral ceremony for High General Leo, and the other fallen. Fourteen nobles and the additional four representatives sat in a semi-circle in an elevated position, with their respective sigil engraved upon their thrones, while the two captains were standing in the hall's center. The entire floor itself was a massive mosaic, a scene from the colonization, with the Atlantian Tree right beneath their feed. Light flooded into the hall through tall slim windows, framed by marble pillars with floral patterns engraved on them. Far above them, the dome's interior was decorated with golden stars, the constellations as they could be seen in the night sky. Behind them every captain of the Golden Fleet, along with their highest officers, were sitting on an ascending array of marble benches.
Nereus spoke most of the time, with Kozmotis only adding a few details. He could see the doubt and concern on their faces. Looking over to the sage and magician Ombric Shalazar, Pitchiner saw him leaning forward, resting his elbows on the marble table, and his chin on his hands. In his eyes he could see that the older man with the long white beard believed their every word.
Lord Aries however had his eyes narrowed. "Do you believe there is still a threat to Atlantis?"
Seemingly insulted by the doubt that hung over most, Nereus took a step forward, one hand clenched to a fist. "If those pirates are what they claim, they will return. If there are more of their kin, we have given them a reason to seek revenge. We are certain that Atlantis will face this enemy again."
Tsar Lunar turned his attention to Kozmotis. "You agree with your fellow captain, Lord Pitchiner?"
"I do, Lord Lunar. It is indispensable that we prepare for this next encounter. As we have reported, blessed and enchanted weapons have shown to be effective against these enemies, and I trust both the priesthood as well as the sages' guild will assist us with their expertise." His eyes wandered to the two Archpriests, one leaning back as if he was uncomfortable, and then to the Archmages, both of which were nodding, while Ombric actually smiled, much to Kozmotis' delight.
"Are there any more questions?" Lord Myron Solar asked, but he was answered by silence and shaking heads. "Very well, we thank you for your report, Captain Scorpio, Captain Pitchiner, and we will leave the matter of preparing the Golden Fleet within your capable hands. You're dismissed."
Nereus and Kozmotis bowed, while the other captains and officers behind them rose from their seats. As they all left, Pitchiner could hear Lord Solar speak again. "Now the council will discuss the appointment of the next High General…" Two golden armored guards closed the heavy portal behind them, muting every sound from within.
"That could have gone better." Nereus muttered.
Kozmotis agreed. They had not been convincing enough, not to all, otherwise the council would have ordered the armament, instead of leaving it to the captains; now they would have to persuade their peers, which was easier said than done. Many had an ego to match their rank. "It would help if they appointed you."
Scorpio scuffed. "Me? They think I'm telling fairytales. If I ever had a chance, it's likely gone now."
They stepped into the sacred garden, the palace's heart where the Atlantian trees grew high into the sky, their golden leaves throwing soft shadows on the ground, an always perfectly trimmed lawn. "I'll be waiting here for Ombric Shalazar. If any sage is going to support us it's going to be him."
"Agreed."
"You want to stay as well?"
"No, I let your silver tongue do the work. I'll be seeing after my men; there are so many still in treatment. Until next time, Lord Pitch."
"Lord Scorpio." As Nereus left, Kozmotis sat down on one of the many benches, well aware that the council meeting could take well over an hour. Relaxing he leaned back against the wall behind him, his gaze wandering along the ancient trunks, and the beautiful artwork ornamenting the palace itself. Above him the sun was reaching its highest point.
…
"Are we actually buying into their story?" Lord Capricorn growled, his arms crossed. "Living shadows, black ships that disappear in daylight?"
"Two of our most capable captains, as well as hundreds of our soldiers claim it to be true." Tsar Lunar reminded him.
Ombric took the word. "My Lords, we are living in a world where the oceans and lands are filled with monsters, and magic has become a profession. This should not seem farfetched to us, only because we haven't encountered them thus far." The assembled thought about his words, and Lunar nodded appreciative to the wizard.
The representative of house Aquarius was the first to speak again. "In any case, I would be wiser to be prepared than to be caught off guard." With that no one disagreed, not even the Lords of Capricorn or Aries.
"What do the priests think?" Gemini asked. "Could they be demons?"
"Without having seen one of those 'shadows' in person, we cannot say, I'm afraid."
Concurring the other priest nodded. "That being said, you should elect a General who can meet this threat."
Lord Scorpio was eager throw in his nomination. "It would be wise to appoint someone who has fought them before. Nereus Scorpio has been captain for two decades, and won every battle we've sent him to. His promotion is self-evident."
"And more than half his men are dead or injured." Taurus added in an almost teasing manner.
"Great words from someone whose house has never served in the fleet." Came the cold reply. It was true; the house of Taurus was forming the main bulk of the Atlantian land based army.
"Maybe we should consider Lord Pitchiner." Everyone looked surprised at Lord Libra.
"Pitchiner? He's not even of the Constellations. Never before has the Golden Fleet been led by someone not of our families."
Lunar seemed more interested in Libra's proposal. "Then maybe it's time it does. The High General of the Seas is responsible of keeping all of Atlantis safe, regardless of house and name. I believe that someone like Pitchiner will be less likely to favor any one Constellation and be more…neutral. And even though he hasn't served as long as captain Scorpio, he has distinguished himself."
"His wife is Sagittarius, and so are most of the ships under his command." Virgo remarked.
Libra seemed unimpressed by this argument. "Anyone under consideration has some biases. But I agree with Tsar; Pitchiner is capable, both as a warrior and a commanding officer. The men trust him, and the last battle has gained him even more support amongst them. If we appoint him, they will follow, regardless of house. He has also managed well in diplomatic missions, avoided us wars with the Egyptians and the people of the Iberian Peninsula. Doubtless he is qualified."
"A house of horse breeders leading our Golden Fleet against what could turn out to be the greatest threat our realm has faced to date?"
"Seeing as you don't believe that anyway, Lord Aries, this shouldn't bother you as much." Ombric spoke quietly, but audibly for everyone. "Besides, I was always under the impression the High General was appointed according to his qualification, his skills. A sad day indeed for Atlantis if the stars you're born under are all that matter in the end."
Tsar Lunar fought to keep his face straight; the wizard had managed to render all Constellations speechless for two times now. It was rather amusing, but he worried Ombric would never be allowed in this hall again after today. A bold man very much to his liking. The council had been formed so no house would rule over all others, to allow the best in charge at all times. "So, my Lords: should we make Lord Pitchiner our new High General of the Seas?"
Author's notes:
Characters from the original books: Kozmotis Pitchiner, Lady (Amina) Pitchiner, Ombric Shalazar, Tsar Lunar, Dream Pirates/Fearlings/Nightmare Men
Atlantis: In the books the only character I know of, who comes from Atlantis is the wizard Ombric Shalazar, and it just made sense to me that a Golden Age, which had to take place thousands of years ago, should involve the legendary island continent. Seeing as Pitch Black ends/destroys the Golden Age in the books before coming to earth, it is convenient to equivalent the sinking of Atlantis with such an event. This of course will be much later in the story.
Constellations and houses: The Constellations, some sort of noble and almost divine rulers of the galaxy in the books, became more human, seeing as we are on earth. So there is going to be more of defined social structure with leaders and subjects, and therefore they need to be imperfect, have arrogance, prejudice, faults…all the good stuff (add sarcastic voice here). For names and recognition I mainly used those of the horoscope, except for Lunar, who was important in the books as the Man in the Moon's father, so I couldn't leave him out, and Solar.
Considering that there is no star constellation named Pitchiner, Kozmotis must clearly be a step lower in the social structure, yet still be of a noble house, so he would be considered for a high position such as High General of the Galaxies (his full title in the books)/Seas at all.
Family: From what I've read, Lady Pitchiner has no first name in the books, so I pick one. If in fact she already has one, apologies, I didn't know. I also gave her ties to a Constellation so it would appear more legitimate why Kozmotis was Captain in the Golden Fleet, and where he got the ships to command over.
Why did I give him horses? Well, in the movie he creates nightmares, and I wanted to make another connection to the mares. Besides in times before the engine, a horse was a valued animal, the fastest way to get around on land. People of all cultures have treasured them, and do so today.
Where is Sandy? Sorry, you'll have to be patient. In the books he appears much later, when he meets Pitch's daughter, but I'll have his introduction in the third chapter or so, well before that incident.