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Chapter 1: Darkness Rising
A little girl slept in her bed that was covered in stuffed animals. Golden dream sand floated as images of her stuffed animals coming to life danced above her head.
Ever so slowly a shadow creped out from under the girl's bed. Then the shadow started to form into the figure of a man with spikey short black hair and golden eyes. He wore a long black robe that seemed to be made of shadows. The man reached out a boney finger towards the dream sand that danced above the girls head.
"Come on," the man said to himself as his fingers touched the golden swirls as it slowly turned black. "Yes. Yes. Just a little more," the man said as more of the golden sand turned back. Then just when all of the sand was about to turn black a bright golden light flashed making the man back away from the sleeping girl and covered his eyes to protect them from the light. When the light disappeared and the man uncovered his eyes and growled in frustration. There swirling around her head was the golden dream sand. The man growled in frustration again and let out a stream of curses.
This was the third time tonight that he had tried to turn the dream sand into his nightmare sand and failed. Actually he had been trying to do this every night for the two and a half years but no matter how much he tried he just couldn't do it.
"Sandman must have done something to his dream sand to keep me from turning it," the man finally concluded.
"Still failing to turn dream sand into your nightmare sand I see," a voice from the darkness said.
The man wiped around to see another figure lounging around on a rocking chair that was in the darkest corner of the room. The figure looked an awful lot like the man himself. He wore the same kind of dark long cloak as the man did and had the same kind of bone fingers. The only really deferens between the man and the shadowed figure was that the figures hood was pulled up covering his face. In one of his boney hands he held scythe.
"What do you want Grim," the man said to the shadowy figure reviling the figure to be non-other than the Grim Reaper himself. The man was not happy to see another witness his frailer and give the Grim Reaper a dark look.
"I want what you want, Pitch," Grim said getting up from the rocking chair. "To be believed in."
At this the man was now revealed to be Pitch Black the Nightmare King.
"And how do you plan to do that," Pitch said. "The guardians are stronger than ever now especially since The Man in the Moon choses Jack Frost to join their little club, not to mention all of thoughts little believer brats from Jack Frosts ridicules home town and do not even get me started on that ridicules movie that came out two years ago."
"Yes it is surprising how accurate that movie is," Grim replied.
"Don't remind me," Pitch said. He had seen the movie when the curiosity of it had gotten the better of him and he had hated it. The main reason that he had hated it was that it outlined all of his mistakes that he had made. The main one being his decision to through Jack Frost's broken staff into the same crack in the ice that he had knocked Jack Frost into. Then there was the ending of the movie when he got dragged back into his layer by his own nightmares. That was the part of the movie that he hated the most and what made it worse was that kids everywhere would cheer when they saw that. He had to fight off nightmares for weeks after that all by himself.
"I understand," Grim said. "I would feel the same way if every child in the world saw my most crushing defeat in history."
"You're not helping," Pitch said to Grim. "Now why are you here?"
"I have a plan but I need your help," Grim said.
"And what is in it for me?" Pitch asked.
"All the believers that you can imagine," Grim responded.
"Again, how do you plan on doing that?" Pitch asked.
"By starting the apocalypse," Grim said.
"By starting the apocalypse," Pitch questioned. "How will that get us believers?"
"Imagine," Grim stated. "Everyone screaming, running around like a chickens with their heads cut off, the destruction of everything that they hold dear gone. The panic the fear the death everywhere and that is where we come in. Everyone is going to be afraid at what had happened is happening to them and you recreate it every night in their nightmares and I will bring the death that comes during both night and day in turn causing even more fear that you will continue to spread in the nightmares. It would be an all you can eat feast of belief. And the best part is that it can benefit both of us."
Grim finished his little speech with a big smile on his face. Pitch nodded seeing how his idea would get them believers but he also saw a problem with it.
"How are we going to start the apocalypse?" Pitch asked.
"I have heard a rumor of a way on how can start it," Grim started before he was rudely interrupted by one of Pitches meaningless questions.
"A rumor, you're basing your whole plan on a silly rumor that may or may not be true?" Pitch asked.
"Oh come on every spirit knows that you have created planes based on less than that," Grim said with a wave of his hand as if to brush off Pitches meaningless question. Whoever said that there were no stupid questions was completely wrong in his opinion. "Any ways my plan is a little simpler. Rumor has it that in that giant library that the old wizard has in Santoff Claussen there is a book that contains a ritual that will allow us to start the apocalypse."
"And how do you plan to get the book?" Pitch asked. He was not going to aspect anything that Grim had offered until he had heard his whole plan from beginning to end.
"How about we discuss that back at my place the sun will be raising soon and like you I am not a big fan of bright lights," Grim said.
"Agreed," Pitch said as he move away from the sunbeams that were peaking thought the crack in the white curtains that were covering the windows. As they both walked thought the shadow in the darkest corner of the room and walked into Grimm's layer.
