This is a sequel continuation of Asidian's "Broken Glass to Sweep Away" and Kaylessa's continuation "Broken Glass Continued". In order to know what's going on you need to read their ordinal work and I highly recommend them as authors. I have no clam over the ideas of these stories; I give all credit of the story to them. This is just my version of what may have happened after.
The story comes in two parts. The first part continues right where Kaylessa left off (with the second chapter being the work of Kaylessa); while the second part is a small set of one shots that jump forward a bit.
I hope you enjoy!
(Recap: of Kaylessa's last chapter)
"…Frostbite seemed pretty sure he'd come for him, so we need to be ready in case he tries to come right away, when he thinks our guard will be down."
North's massive fists clenched and he growled, low, dangerous and full of dark promise, "He will be wrong."
Part 1
Pitch was in fact preparing his attack, but he wasn't charging in blindly. Though he'd have preferred his "Pet" Jack not to have been taken, the Nightmare king had planned for it.
"The Guardians will be expecting me to come for Jack, so all their focus will be on where they're keeping him. Frost is down, he wouldn't dare try to fight me, and if the upstart did rise all I'd have to do is mention his cage." Pitch allowed himself a small evil chuckle. "The Big Four have lost their secret weapon. As soon as enough children stop believing, they'll fall."
His army had been training, growing stronger in the time Jack had been "Staying" with Pitch. They could swoop into villages, towns, even cities. They'd attack the sleeping children, spreading horrible dreams and crushing whatever meager belief still remained, then move on to the next, all in a matter of minutes.
"While I go after my "runaway", I want you to lead the charge." He strokes the nose of Onyx, his lead Nightmare. "Distracting while simultaneously weakening the enemy. I'll be victorious this time, and my prize will be my little winter spirit." He licks his lips. "I can already taste his fear. How about you?" A haunting chorus of whinnies echo through the lair.