8 years ago, Two Pooka's lost their daughter to the evil Pitch black. She was locked up, beaten and slaughtered for all she did wrong while she was a slave for the nightmare king. Why would he do this to such an innocent little girl? You may ask. One reason…she was the daughter of his everlasting enemy. And for years, everyone grieved the loss of young Trixie. But now they've moved on, sort of. What they don't know is that the truth is hidden beneath the lie…
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"Slave girl!" Pitch Black roared, the whole place shaking. A young Pooka wearing a loose anklet and some sort of leather belt, an earring in her right ear, fur matted and coated in dirt and blood, stepped out of the shadows, eyes closed and head held high with dignity.
"Yes master?" Her voice was strong and confident yet feminine at the same time. "My enemies have seemed to have redeemed themselves" Pitch said calmly, which is a big deal for him at this present moment. "What would you like us to do, master?" She asked, not a hint of weakness in her voice. Pitch thought for a moment before saying "We shall go into battle"
The Pooka nodded. "Begin sharpening the weapons, we've got guardians to defeat!" Pitch yelled in triumph as the Pooka rallied the other slaves, even the little ones, to start sharpening the blades. She opened her eyes, sighed but kept moving. But the thing is, she wasn't heading for the weapon room.
"Kara! Have you finished digging the escape route to the outside world?" The Pooka asked. "Yes malady" Kara said proudly. "Alright guys, we've waited eight years for this, whoevers ready to taste that fresh outside air, say I!" The young woman said; her voice once again confident.
"I!" Everyone whispered. "Good, now let's go!" And with that the group of about 5 slaves crawled out of the tunnel and into the daylight.