Chapter 1 – Man with a plan
A long time ago he was dragged to his realm of darkness by his own creations, his own minions. One moment, he was on top of the world. The Guardians were already weak and only had one believer. A little boy who could not even defend himself. How sad.
But children's belief was something remarkable. One moment they could believe with all their hearts that something was real or true, even if other people told them it wasn't. But moments later, in a moment of doubt, they would loose all faith on that simple belief.
Pitch's plan was to create that reasonable doubt. He created a lie that would make children think that the Guardians didn't exist, that they were just a myth even though they'd experienced their magic. He had been so close to succeed that he never expected that the small faith of a small boy would change the ties. That had been his mistake. That had taken him to his own misery.
Even after years had passed, even after he lost the battle, the desire to rule the world, to be feared, to be believed in, was still there. He stood in the dark room with his arms behind his back. He was lost in thought while his gaze fell upon the dark globe with small bright lights.
He had already planned a new way to destroy the Guardians. Now that he knew what he had done wrong, he knew what had to be done first. That meant taking care of one winter spirit who made his life impossible. He frowned as memories of his defeat flushed his mind once again. Being pulled into a consuming darkness that he used to embrace.
He'd thought that this mischievous teenager wouldn't cause such a mess. He thought he would convince Jack to join his side and make a wonderful ally. But he was wrong.
But not this time though. He smiled as his plan came to mind. He looked down at the object that lay on his hand. The object that would grant him the victory he so sought. A strange looking knife. It was rather small, pocket-sized, with a blade made of black sand. Sharp. Its handle, instead of being black, was transparent, as if it was made out of glass.
The particular thing about this knife was its handle. It was not transparent just because. It had a very rare characteristic that he, and the Guardians themselves, thought was lost.
"Soon, all the Guardians will be at my mercy. And there wont be a Jack Frost to stop me this time". He said as he smiled menacingly while taking another good look at this knife of his.
He was ready to strike, but first he had to find the winter spirit. "Well now, where in the world could he be?" He asked to himself in a mocking tone knowing the answer to his question. "Let's pay a visit to our dear friends shall we?" As soon as he finished the question, one of his strongest nightmares materialized in front of him and started neighing while pacing around him.
Pitch smiled proudly at his work. He worked meticulously making sure that none of the Guardians knew that he was once again ready to fight. He raised the knife while saying "Jack Frost will never know what hit him". He let out a cold and sinister smile while hoping on a nightmare. His frown and smile growing with every minute passing as he got closer to the little town of Burgess. This will be so much fun…