A Dream Come True
Chapter Two
Forging an acquaintance
Pitch Black the Nightmare King had a pleasant dream that night, unlike the empty and dreamless sleeps he would usually go through every night.
Pitch woke up the next morning, he rubbed his face with his hand gently, to ease the pain from the bruises on his face.
He got out of the bed and looked around his surroundings.
The cabin was dreary with very few pieces of furniture. Giving the feeling that it had no owner.
Pitch noticed Misery seated on a chair near a table.
He approached her.
"Thank you, for sharing your home with me." Pitch thanked his host.
"It is not a problem." Misery replied.
Their acquaintance had gotten off to a cold start, making them reluctant in conversations and making silence linger.
Pitch bent his head down, avoiding eye contact.
"What left you in that state, might I ask?" Misery asked breaking the silence.
"It was... my Nightmares. I had intended to use them against those accursed Guardians. But the Guardians harboured no fear in their hearts and the Nightmares smelled MY fear and attacked me.
I eventually defeated them but they left me weakened..." Pitch looked up to Misery explained.
"Say no more. I understand."
A few more moments of silence passed until Misery thought of a question to ask her guest.
"What is your name?" Misery inquired.
"Pitch Black or the Boogeyman. Whichever you prefer." Pitch quipped.
"I prefer Pitch."
Pitch smirked.
"Now that I know who you are now I must warn you, that the world hangs in a delicate balance Pitch. I sensed the fear in those children's hearts yesterday. You cannot just make children stop believing in the Guardians and spreading your fear without consequences." Misery warned Pitch gravely.
"Says who?"
"The man in the moon." Misery replied curtly.
"Ugh not him again." Pitch turned his head away in frustration.
"I sense that you crave recognition, but that is something that cannot be granted to you. It is your duty to remain unseen." Misery insisted.
Pitch remained turned away from Misery, refusing to say a word.
"You will never acquire the recognition you desire as long as the Guardians remain alive. Even if you destroy them, more Guardians will take their places."
Deep down in his cold heart, Pitch knew she was right.
"I just don't want to be lonely... you wouldn't understand." Pitch explained and then immediately scrunched his face at his mistake.
"You are mistaken Pitch. I too cannot be seen and have experienced isolation. But frightening children will never ease your loneliness." Misery reasoned with Pitch.
"Let us forget such things for now. Please, join me for breakfast." Misery invited Pitch to the table where breakfast had been prepared.
The corner of Pitch's mouth spread into a small quick smile.
Pitch walked up to the table pulled back one of the chairs and seated himself upon it.
Pitch and Misery then enjoyed a quiet breakfast together.
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