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Chapter 2 I felt something sinister the moment I woke up. My eyes whipped open and I found myself face-to-face with a huge black horse. Its eyes-disturbingly yellow-bored into mine and felt as if they were ripping me apart inside. A shrill whistle had it retreating instantly and I sat up quickly, instantly regretting it when my head spun and I almost fell back down again. I locked eyes on the horse and the figure beside it. The Nightmare King watched me as warily as I watched him, and then his face broke into a jagged grin. "Welcome, Emilie Nyamh, to the Realm!" He said grandly, swinging his arms wide. The horse ducked its head swiftly to avoid getting hit in the neck. I instinctively leaned back and threw my arm up in defense as he suddenly appeared right next to me. He touched the center of my chest, right where my necklace normally rested. A black swirl of sand appeared and started to grow larger. I felt suddenly woozy and my eyes began drifting shut. The Nightmare King cackled sinisterly and swept out of the room with the horse close behind. I tried to speak and failed. I opened my palm and the small snowflake floated up to my eye level. "Go…Go find Jack…Hurry…" I whispered; my voice butterfly-soft. The snowflake glowed to show it heard my voice and blew out of the room, leaving me alone. The heavy sleep induced by the black sand overtook me, and I sank into it. Nightmares plagued me.
Farther out in the Realm, Pitch Black cackled as he felt Emilie slip into the sleep. He sent the first few nightmares to her mind, warning them to be gentle and not break her just yet. Nyx, the nightmare who had accompanied him to the girl's awakening, was returned to her normal size and sent to her normal duties. He settled into his throne and swirled black sand in his palm. He looked up at the sound of hoof steps and smiled at his favored nightmare, Arlor. She trotted up calmly and nudged his hand. 'The plan was successful, Master. The girl's snowflake 'escaped' with minor injuries.' She transmitted. He smiled. "Good. Who did you send?" She huffed. 'Myself, Master. I do not trust my sisters and brothers to do the task correctly.' Pitch smiled at her disdain for her fellow nightmares. She was a brilliant and deadly underling, and had not failed him yet. She would someday make a devastating commander if she survived his next task. "Arlor."
'Yes, Master?'
"Find the Frost child. Make sure he comes for our guest. Stay out of reach of his staff. Break it if you can."
'Understood, Master. I shall not fail you.' She bowed her head to him, turned, and galloped into the night sky. He called his commanding nightmare, a massive, scarred creature called Dormir. When the older male trotted to his master's call, Pitch grasped its muzzle in his hand and looked it in the eye. "Follow her. Do not be seen. By anyone. If Arlor fails, you will complete her mission, or I will send you to the pit. Am I understood?" The nightmare huffed uncomfortably. 'Perfectly, Master.' Pitch released it. "Good," he said, settling into his throne, "Now go." Dormir galloped after Arlor, staying as far back as he could so he remained out of sensor range for her. He did not want to be dematerialized.
I floated in a world of clouds and thunder. Whenever I was about to land safely on the ground, a layer of frost would appear and I would be blown back into the sky again. No, I thought, this isn't real. This isn't real, the frost…it isn't Jack, it isn't Jack! He wouldn't hurt me… but a voice would slip into my mind, hissing disbeliefs into my mind. Thisss isss reeaall…Jack Frosssst is keeping you in the ssskyyy to ssstop you from sssavingg yourssselfff…He isss the one to blame for thisss…you cannot trussst hiimmm…Only Pitchh can sssave you… I struggled to fight the voice. No! Jack isn't to blame! This isn't real, this isn't true! Get out of my head! Get out of my HEAD! I was thrown back into the sky again. And I screamed.
"PITCH!" And I came down to the ground and stayed there.
Jack's POV
When the snowflake floated to me and glowed, I pushed it away. "Jack…" Came Emilie's voice, soft and weak. "Emilie?"
"Jack…Help me…"
"Where are you?"
"P-Pitch….Realm…Hurry, Jack…" Her voice faded and the snowflake melted. I looked up, suddenly feeling watched. A huge black nightmare stood huffing across the clearing. I jumped to my feet and it leapt into the sky, fleeing back to the Realm. I chased after it, shooting bolts of ice after its retreating shadow. I followed it into the forest on the far side of Burgess and down an old rabbithole, enlarged so the horse could run in without having to shrink. It led me inside and through an old passageway. I paused. The Realm was splayed out before me. In the center on the ground was Emilie, writhing as if she was on fire. Then she screamed. "PITCH!" and stopped moving. I ran to her and picked her up. She was sleeping. I turned to get out and Pitch was there behind me. He smirked. "I believe she called for me, Frost." He sneered. I held Emilie closer to me and felt her arms pressing weakly against my chest. Glancing down, I saw her start to writhe again. "P-Pitch!" She cried. My eyes flew to Pitch's. He was smirking at Emilie. "What did you do to her, Pitch?" I snarled. Pitch's sneer turned to me. "Nothing. What did you do, Jack?" His voice lowered to a throaty whisper as Emilie turned again. "But I think you should get moving, Jack. North might not be able to save her in time." His voice shrank away as I jumped into the air. "Think of every possible solution, Jack! Even the ridiculous fairy tales you tell children!" I hugged Emilie close and flew as fast as I possibly could to the North Pole. I could feel her struggling grow weaker and weaker. Suddenly, she was still. I looked down. Her eyes were open wide. But they were yellow. Then I felt a sickening pain in my stomach and looked down. A long, wickedly sharp dagger was piercing my flesh, digging into my ribs. Emilie's hand was around its hilt and she twisted it upwards. All the air left me as the dagger penetrated a lung. I let go of Emilie and clutched my stomach. Losing my grip on the winds, I plummeted down into the ice water of the northern seas. Hitting the surface was like hitting a wall at full force. I felt several bones crack and screamed. Water filled my mouth and I started to panic. I was drowning all over again. I looked up and saw the Moon shining down. A figure stood silhouetted against the glow of the moonlight and I saw Emilie's face. She was crying. Blood smeared her face from her hand that held the dagger. She dropped to her knees and dropped into the water. Her hand was outstretched to me and I could see the tears streaming out of her eyes. Her mouth was twisted into a soundless scream as her body froze around her. Her blood solidified in her veins and her eyes glazed over. Her fingers touched mine and my vision went black as coldness overtook me. It wasn't the coldness of winter or my own regular cold. This was the coldness of death.
*hides from angry readers* I'm sorry I'm sorry! Jack will be back, I promise! I promise, I promise, I promise!
Kira'sGuardian