This whole, daily uploading is work well eh? Anyway, Super sorry guys, I've been so busy with my Birthday and the school holidays and exams that I just kind of forgot about this story :/ This chapter gonna only be short because it's just a background of Jack and Pitch's relationship. Enjoy
It wasn't long after Pitch had been taken from the surface and mortal world that I began to miss him. I began to shatter and cave in on myself, knowing I was part of the cause that drove him to his possible death. That's why I never stopped looking for him. The first place to look was the clearing of the forest, the residence of his old entrance to his lair. But my worst fear was true, it was no longer visible and Pitch had most likely relocated. I refused to think of anything worse at this point. However, as the days dragged on and nights got shorter, the insignificant nagging in my head, reminding me of the horrific possibility, grew larger and larger until it was the only thing I could think about. I'd resorted to camping out in the most possible places, desperate for any sign that Pitch was at least OK.
Then, one day, something that I consider a happy miracle happened. It was only for a fleeting second, but a second long enough that I could follow it, a sleek shadow flits past me. It leads me to a hill basking in the moonlight. I watch from the safety and cover of the tree line as the shadows speed decreases and a figure begins to form. His steps are covered by a long black robe, which makes it look as if his whole body is just skating across the grass, rather than actually stepping. I stand there completely awestruck, as the figure looks up at the moon, as if he's listening.
"Oh, I know. The boy has been following me for sometime." Pitch says, gazing up at the moon, but directing his speech at me. I gulp, hard, and grip my staff, cautiously approaching him. He turns to me as my steps bring me closer to his form.
"What do you want Frost?" He questions, a hiss of pure hatred tinting his voice. I was kind of shocked. Not at his tone of voice, no I was expecting that, I was shocked that there was no insult or threat. As if he knew what I was thinking, his eyes roll and he breathes out.
"There really is no need for me to make a threat because you know that ALL of my powers are now non-existent. So just get on with it." He growls trough his teeth.
"I'm sorry." I quickly input. I didn't want him to start another round of complaints and I certainly didn't want him walking off. He turns back round to me, carefully. His eyes glare at me, showing he doesn't believe me. To prove my point, I thrust my staff down in front of him.
"I'm sorry, for everything!" I repeat, begging for him to believe me. His glare softens as his mind betrays his body an accepts my apology.
"Why the sudden change of heart?" He questions, curiously, taking steps toward me. He stoops down and picks up my staff. My natural reaction is to tense up, in thought that he might snap it like last time. But I instantly relax, knowing that he wouldn't. I'm the only opportunity he's got at this point, and I don't think he's going to throw it away.
"I thought the Guardians just wanted you to stop trying to take over the world, not to get rid of you from it. Nobody deserves to be alone for three hundred years." I reply, honestly. He smirks and, for a fleeting moment, panic strikes me. But his arm extends and he holds my staff out to me. Delicately I take it from him.
"I'll see you around Frost." Pitch bids goodbye, turning and walking back down the dewed hill.
"Where're you going?" I question, urgently egging him to stay.
"Home to sleep, the suns rising." Pitch replies, reminding me of the oncoming day.
"Come to the pole. With me. I won't tell the Guardians." I urge, taking steps closer to him. He can't contain a small mocking laugh.
"As tempting as that offer is... If you trust me so much, come back with me." He throws, raising an eyebrow. I scan his face, curiously questioning if he was being serious or not.
"OK. Lets go." I answer, walking over to him happily, a spring I my step. His expression shows he wasn't expecting the answer he got, but he smiles warmly and leads me into the shadows.
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