Insane

by: bloodysword99

He was suddenly sucked into some kind of mind trick because he was seeing something from his past. Just a tiny flash; nothing spectacular. A glimpse of his little daughter, Seraphina, frolicking in a rose garden. Trying to chase down a beautiful butterfly, she laughed and played with such a carefree and innocent spirit. His little offspring was mischievous, yes, an understatement but yes. VERY Mischievous. A tiny version of her mother, his beloved wife who had died in labor.

It pains him to see a spitting image of her. Looking happy without a care in the world. But despite the death of his wife, he vow to protect their child and be a loving father. And left his duties as a warrior and a leader to raise his Seraphina. Pitch recalled he was a general in an army whom fought against the impending darkness of his world and beyond. Though it was consider as a crime to leave the army at a distressing time, he knew not being there to protect and love his daughter was an even greater atrocity.

'Father! Father! Look! There!' The little girl pointed with her tiny finger at the insect floating to Pitch's chest. The butterfly landed gracefully on his chest just over his heart.

'It's a sign, Father!'

'Oh how so sweetheart?' Pitch asked curiously while Seraphina made his way to her father.

'In old lunar tales, the butterfly is a messenger of the Royal Lunenoff family. They say all butterflies are a gift from them to guide us.'

Oh right, Serphina had her mother's brains.

'It's a sign, Father! Do you think Luneoffs will grace us?'

Pitch smiled how strong his daughter's faith in the gods. Especially, Manny, the Lunenoff prince. She always believed in them despite the fact of the evil she had heard about in this world. It wasn't silly for a child to believe so much.

'Father...'

His child was suddenly very quite. This was rare. She had an uncontrollable bubbly personality. And when she's silent, it had to be really REALLY serious.

'T-The Lunenoffs spoke to me.'

His golden eyes were wide and stared hard at her like she had told him something horrible.
Pitch was scared hearing this. No one. No one but the chosen ones of the Royal family can hear their voice. Their trusted chosen guardians. It terrified him knowing her sole daughter was one of them. Damned to a life of responsibility and soon to be immortal carrying the duties of the Lunenoffs.

'They said...They needed you, Father.'

Needed him?

As the words sunk into Pitch, the butterfly flew away from his chest and straight for the horizon. Only to find out...There were silhouette ominously in horseback. Watching them silently from a hill. Studying them. Waiting.
Nightmares, Seraphina thought but Pitch knew...

Those were not Nightmares but they are as much as dangerous.

'Sweetheart, stay behind me.' He instructed and she obeyed hiding behind his robe.

Horses shrieked and fussed, the riders were headed this way destroying the beautiful roses at their path.
The riders, dressed in gold and black armor, pulled the reign off the horses to stop and to observe the father and daughter like they were nothing more than a speck.

'General Kozmotis.'

He recognized her anywhere.

'Captain...' he uttered in a not so pleasant tone. She was student of his and a like a second daughter. He had trained her from the very start of her league in the Golden Army. Started at a young age, no older than Seraphina, she was trained, tested and trialed with many others who wish to join the cause. But only she and a few others had made it through. And now, she was Captain of one of the Golden Armies. And it was all thanks to his training. She was kind and grateful but...Since he left the army, she was little upset. And kind of held a little grudge against him.

Her eyes said it all. She was angry and determined like a warrior should seem but her eyes had a tint of betrayal and sadness when she once again faced the General after all this time.

'General...Come with us, sir, by the order of the Court of Light.' Sounding very stern and sincere about it.

As he was about to speak, he felt the ground crumble under him. He fell.

It was then Pitch was woke.

He woke up from the trance by cold icy water engulfing him.

And he sank deep.

"Pitch!"

The ice floor crumbled under Pitch's feet. And Jack Frost had a second to pull him to safety yet Pitch's hand had slipped through his fingers and the Nightmare King plunged into the lake.

Not again! No! No! NO! Not Like this!

Reaching for him in the water, he stretched his hands quickly and swiftly.

Everything went bad from there.

Just by contact, the liquid froze at his touch trapping Pitch under a hard coat of thick ice! Leaving him no escape route. Leaving him to drown. Leaving him to die in the same manner Jack did.

"NO! Pitch! PITCH!" He bashes his fist into the icy floor but all he caused was more frost over the lake.

Why? Why?

"PITCH!"

WHY!?

Then, it was the moon who answered. A star fell from the heavens. Heading for the lake! Jack thought of moving to safety but he couldn't leave Pitch there trapped. So, not knowing what to do, he stayed and awaited for his second death.

"Move aside, Frost."

A voice demanded. Jack's eyes widen of the brightness of the star. It descended from the heavens and gracefully landed on the snow. The frost sizzled at her feet, melting it. The star dimmed and revealed a human form.

"Ana Summers..." The frost spirit mumbled before a full fledged woman in a yellow sundress. Red headed trashed with orange leaves , tanned skin, and looking pretty pissed off, she snarled at her elemental rival.

"Honestly, the things I do..." Ana, the Summer Spirit, said before summing her weapon of choice. A long Spear.

Jamming it to the ground, her elemental magic seeped through her spear and crawls toward the frozen lake. Jack scrambles in fear and keeps his distance from the ground. Just feeling her summer powers makes him ill. Summer and Winter don't go together. Trust me, the heat made was just unbearable for him.

Her magic melted away the path of frost like butter and the iced lake returned to it's liquid state. Thus, Pitch was able to break out of the water and swim to safety.

"Try to do that again, Frost. And you'll end up killing him." Ana scolded at Jack from below and flew back to the stars.

Jack wondered why the Summer Spirit helped him but all that mattered was Pitch.