Jack wasn't the kind of person to be scared of trivial things like darkness. Even at a young age, he had never feared the dark. In fact, he found it almost welcoming. Comforting, even, at the end of the day. What was there to be afraid of? He saw no reason to fear it.
Of course, this was not always the case. But Jack wouldn't admit that; his pride held him in far too high standing. He insisted against it every time the notion was mentioned. He was not afraid of the dark. Not then, not now, not ever.
But his veil was thin. He couldn't hide it no matter how he tried, it kept coming back to haunt him.
Pitch knew.
Oh, and how he loved it.
His very being, his whole existence, craved the fear that Jack had, the delicious fear. That was the thing he lived for.
And Pitch would do anything to make his wish become reality.
It was a cold and bitter December evening in Burgess, nothing out of the ordinary from the usual. Snow had just begun to fall and grace the treetops and all below.
It was Jack's time of year, where he came in to make the snow all the children loved and depended on.
But nobody depended on Jack anymore.
No, the frost spirit was no more than a thing of the past. Children had grown up, and slowly he had somehow lost believers. He had become completely ostracized from society.
Nobody believed in Jack Frost.
Even Jack himself was having a hard time accepting his own existence.
After the defeat of Pitch, all was well and merry for the Guardians. Jack had become unnecessary over time; he gathered that he was merely a tool for his power.
And since he left, children stopped believing.
He didn't know why this was happening again.
Jack was alone, like the beginning.
And nothing was left but the cold winter night and the glow of the moon, and surely somewhere above, The Man in the Moon was watching his every move.
Pitch was absolutely exuberant, to say the least. All the pieces were falling into place, nothing was amiss. It was unconquerable. His plan was flawless.
If he played his cards right, Jack would fall right into his grasp, and his power could rise once more.
It was all about the frost spirit.
Pitch had, in all honesty, really taken a liking towards the boy. Although he could not quite put his finger on it, there was something about his demeanor that drew him in. Jack was an enticing character. Wherever he went, he lit up the room. His innocence and naiveté was only part of the charm, but altogether the components added to create quite the astounding being.
Jack was, in his eyes, a being of perfection. Or at least as close as one could get.
His power, above all, was of a caliber higher than Pitch's, but this only made him desire the partnership more. Together, they could be stronger. No; together, they would be the strongest. They could have anything their hearts desired. All of the power in the world in the hands of Pitch and Jack together.
The Nightmare King grinned to himself. It was destined to be, that he was certain of.
However, the only concern left was how to reign in the winter spirit.
Pitch was left with only the option of lying to the young spirit. Jack's stubbornness was extreme- there was no convincing him of anything. He was firmly grounded to his opinions and refused to see it any other way.
But Pitch wasn't too worried. In the end, Jack would come running to him, and together they would have it all.
It was only just the beginning.
A/N: Hello guys, Ari here! This is my second uploaded story on FF even though I've had my account for ages. Anywho, I apologize for the shortness of the chapter, but this is more of a preface of sorts for the actual story. Please R&R. Also, flames are used to roast marshmallows. Yummy.