Odium Ardor
(Odium: hatred-intense dislike, repugnance, or contempt for somebody or something
Ardor: intense emotion-great passion, enthusiasm, or eagerness )
Disclaimer: Don't own Rise of the Guardians or any of the music that inspired me lol boy was that a strange sound track!
A/N: Hello there dear readers! This is my first attempt at a ROTG story And for some reason the song below was part of my strange soundtrack, I have so much music ^_^ for each chapter I'll have a song that influenced this story Also Thank you for the support! I've already written so many chapters off of this one little thought This chapter was meant as a teaser- a thing I thought I might take off and yet here were are several chapters in! wow! for those who are new to this story enjoy! For those who've been reading Thanks!
Words, words all they are words stupid poetry and verse
do you even know me
that first thing that I saw in your eyes
did you mean was it only lies only lies
Bout, bout have you ever though about how this is suppose to go
-Jessica Sutta 'show me'
I floated around like usual trying to have as much fun as the children who were playing in the snow I created but something just felt wrong, my heart still hurt after all was said and done I still felt bad for Pitch, it was stupid, irrational, and for some blasted reason I just couldn't stop thinking about the look on his face when he realized that it was his fear that called to the nightmares or the look on his face when some of the kids walked through him. I knew that feeling! I knew just what kind of fear that inspired and for him to be fear itself-of course he feared never being believed in! Everyone feared something but most of us learned from it and moved on. Yet he was stuck, always feared and always in fear…those nightmares went after him and dragged him down into a hole- the others informed me that it was his lair. I'd seen that, airy but dark and yet there was plenty of light, for shadows so he could travel…Speaking of shadows, one was forming near me! Pitch lurched out of the shadow and grabbed at me as I backed off; this wasn't something I was expecting from Pitch. Though why it hurt when he first attacked me was a mystery to me.
"What have you done?"
A echo of what Tooth said to me- but the desperation in his voice startled me, what could I have done to make him sound so?
"I haven't done anything!"
He shook his head, those ever changing eyes boring into me;
"Surly you jest."
I frowned, why would he think I'm lying? I took a better look at him now that he wasn't attacking me. The desperation stayed on his face, he looked as if he himself mister fear was having nightmares. Slashes of dark skin under those luminescent eyes, his skin a little grayer than I remembered, and that was pretty much all the differences I could see- his clothes were still the same.