My eyes widened as I watched the black shadow slink into the room. "NO! I DON'T WANNA!" I screamed, cowering under the tattered covers of my bed which resided deep deep underground.

Pitch laughed, "Darling, you did such a great job these last few weeks." He slowly shut the bedroom door and slunk closer to me. After being defeated by the guardians, he was nothing more than a mere shadow. But that didn't make him any less frightening. "Don't you want to get back at the guardians for making you invisible to the world, for cursing you with that awful ability, and for tormenting you for your entire childhood existence?"

I scooted into the corner of my bed, getting as far away from him as possible. "I don't remember anything of my childhood, and you are well aware of that. "

Pitch's shadow grew bigger, a snake like laugh escaped from it. "Yes, my darling, Pippa. That may be so, but you see… I do know about your human life."

I froze. Pippa, the name sounded painfully familiar, but I could not figure out why. "Pippa…" I murmered, trying to remember but no memories would surface.

"It's so sad. You don't even remember your own name." Pitch said. He then held out a small black bag. "Go on, take it." The room grew dark, fear welled up inside me. There was no choice but to do as he wished. I reached out and grabbed the dark bag from him.

"What's this?" I asked. The outside material was rough and starting to fray at the edges. It couldn't be anything too important since the bag looked like it would rip at any given second.

"Memories. Open the bag." He chuckled. "After you remember your past, you will side with me instead of rotting down here for another three hundred years." Pitch turned around and walked out of my room, shutting the door behind him. Even though he was gone, the darkness still remained.

I took a deep breath and poked one of my small fingers into the opening of the bag. Since this came from Pitch, I wasn't sure if it would be best to open it or not. Although, it's not like life could get any worse than it already is. I muster up all of my minimal courage and pry open the bag, inside it is a small object. I pull it out and bring it up to my face. It's a tooth. I look at it puzzled, since when do teeth have a grey tint to them. Before I could come up with an answer to that, memories flood into my mind. All are unfamiliar.

The first memory was at an iced over lake. It had been a long time since I was last outside. I breathed in the crisp winter air but gasped mid breath at the sight before me. There I am, standing in the middle of the iced over water. The only difference is that the 'me' on the lake has brown hair and the 'me' watching the memory has black hair. A blonde haired boy ran up to the 'me' on the lake and punched her in the arm. The girl reacted by cowering away from him.

"Owwww! Stop it Jack!" she whined, tears welled up in her eyes. The boy laughed at the sight. I could use so many nasty words to describe him at that moment.

"Pippa, you're a little cry baby. Grow up," he said. The boy then forcefully pushed Pippa down onto the hard ice. She hit her head with a loud 'thunk' and the ice around her began to crack. "If you cry I'll hurt you even more," the boy said, cracking his knuckles.

I gasped aloud, who could do that to such a little girl… a little girl who was… a human me. I glared at the blonde haired boy, hating him with every ounce of my body.

"Jack, stop it!" Pippa cried. She curled herself into a defenseless little ball with nothing to do to help herself other than cry.

Jack laughed. "You are the stupidest person in existence. When someone like me tells you to shut up, you're supposed to shut up." He then picked up a hunk of ice and threw it at Pippa. It missed and hit the frozen lake around her, making the cracks grow. "Any second now, you'll plunge to your death in these icy waters. Good bye and Good riddance!" He then turned away from Pippa and walked off into the distance, ignoring her cries for help.

Pippa postured up from her crouched position and tried to stand up but fell right back down on the ice, she must have gotten injured from when she hit her head on the ice. "Jack! Help! THE ICE IS ABOUT TO GIVE WAY!" She shouted. Tears ran down her face, the cracks grew bigger. "One day Jack, I will get my revenge… If only I were a grown up, I'd have power over you." The ice cracked and the girl silently fell into the dark icy waters.

I opened my eyes. The snowy landscape was gone and I was back in my room deep inside Pitch's lair. The memories he gave me were scarier than Pitch himself, yet they gave me a new look on my existence. With this new life that I was granted, I will no longer be the helpless Pippa that I saw in the memories, but I will also not be the nameless girl who rotted deep underground before these memories. My name will now be changed to Time, it fits my special ability and is everlasting as well.

Author Notes: I'd like to say that, yes, the memories Pitch gave her were tainted. Jack would never be so mean to his sister with the way I perceive him. Also, I used the name Pippa because I think it fits her well and it's a common name used with the rotg fans. I was also thinking of using Elizabeth or Anne, but Pippa just worked better.

Now I'd like to thank everyone who takes the time to read this story. It means a lot to me that people actually like reading what I write, thank you. Be prepared for the next chapter, Tooth's in it! :)