A Dust of Hope
-Prologue-
Quiet. Too quiet. Silence. Oh…how I missed and hated it. I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling. Light. It was not the sun but the Moon. It was him. After so long and he still watches over me.
I turned my head to the side, facing the window and looked straight at him.
The Moon's light shifted and moved onto my face. It was soft and warm. No matter how cold I was, he always cared.
I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep yet again."Why do you always have to do this? It's not like I will ever forgive you…father…" I whispered. The Moon's light stopped and slowly retracted the extended arm of light.
The chains clanked.
Shadows followed down under the broken bed as Pitch was being dragged by Nightmares. Black shadows engulfing the defeated Nightmare conjurer.
"You have failed me!" A dark, deep growl snarled from within the shadows.
"I..It wasn't my fault!" The fallen Nightmare king shouted.
The shadows emerged together and formed a slender figure. Narrow silver grey eyes opened and eyed down Pitch.
"It matters not. I will give you one last chance...but first… I want every ounce of power you obtained from the guardians." The voice sounded annoyed, yet the figure was smiling. It took a step towards Pitch and the Nightmares around him immediately retreated. Fear engulfed the Nightmares themselves.
"But…"Pitch tried to protest but words got stuck in his throat when the eyes lowered down to his level.
"Should you fail me again, I will personally take everything away from you my dear Pitch… And I mean…EVERYTHING!" The Shadow disappeared as fast as it appeared.
Pitch gulped and let out a sign of relief. He may be the conjurer of Nightmares and feeds on Fear, but he dreaded that shadow and those silver grey eyes more than anything.