This chapter is kinda short. I wanted to just clarify one part of the story before I get on with the next. You know Pitch is coming back: here is some useless detail to go along with it.
Pitch's lair
He was pacing back and forth again. Not for any particular reason at all, just for the sake of doing it. It didn't help him think or anything, it just gave him exercise. His mother always told him he needed to put some meat on those frail bones of his.
Pitch never needed to eat or anything, but sometimes wished he had a piece of chocolate cake to eat. It was his favorite when he was still human. He especially liked it with a ripe strawberry on top. He always licked the chocolate off of the strawberry right before he-
Pitch shook himself. It was happening again. He was losing his train of thought, thinking about one thing at one moment, and then something completely different the next. He supposed that came along with being in a cave for a few months with no one to talk to and nothing to do but think of his human years.
He had a plan. Pitch had finally come up with a plan to get out of here and render the guardians helpless. He just had to wait for the right moment. And looking down at a magic mirror (yes, a magic mirror) he saw the perfect distraction. Jack Frost had lost his staff. Probably lost it in the woods. It would take a while before they found it, and that gave Pitch just enough time to launch the trap.
What bothered Pitch was the staff. He didn't take it, he was trapped down here all day, he wouldn't have a way up to the surface to steal it. Pitch worried over who took it. Who else was there in the world who would want Jack's staff? Pitch had no idea.
See? Short. So now you know that Pitch didn't steal the staff, 'cuz I know some of you thought that. Yeah, I'm talking to you.
Next chapter will have frostbite, I swear.
