Pitch's Reign

by the emerald wolf

Pitch won the war against the guardians, and 100 years later in his world of darkness and fear, the guardians are still powerless to stop him. Until, a legend, given to them from the man in the moon long ago, is fulfilled. and "from the ashes of old, a new guardian will rise."

10. Pitch's Shadow

Chapter 10

HEY GUYS! Sorry I don't update often but I felt like I had to today. Today was my first performance as the Tin Man in my school's play of Wizard of Oz so I am really excited it came out pretty well. Anyway this chapter will be pretty short especially because I am exhausted! Goodnight guys! Please review!

(Third Person POV)

Pitch yelled in anger, watching the model globe in front of him fill with tiny lights. He flipped the small table in front of him, shattering the glass top, turning and frightening the nightmare beside him, it neighed in fear, rearing up as it vanished into dust. He turned advancing swiftly to Layla who remained arms crossed a few paces away.

"You told me you could handle it!" he screamed, his shadow growing larger than usual, arching around the flame girl before him.

"I set the picnic on fire." she said, raising her gaze to see him eye to eye.

"But you failed." the shadow king hissed, using his hand to motion to the globe. "Look at those lights, people are starting to believe again."

"I tried!" Layla cried out, her resolve faltering. "I fought her, I won, but she did something, I-it's just a couple of kids." she argued weakly, taking a step away from the man.

"I don't think you understand." he growled. "Today it's a town, tomorrow it's a country or a continent, soon the world will believe and it won't be long until we become cast out!" he yelled in anger, motioning his arms as his shadow grew, it no longer matched or followed his movements, instead it snarled, pointed teeth appearing in its mouth. "I will NOT be thrust out again! You better not fail me again Layla." he growled. "Because I will NOT go alone." he snarled, "AHHH!" he yelled raising his arms in a big motion, causing the girl to cower before him, his dark eyes seemed almost alight with her usual fire. Layla let out a short shriek as the shadow touched hers, sending her deepest fears through her, the fright flashing momentarily in her eyes. Pitched turned on his heel, his dark cloak trailing behind him. Layla hesitated a moment, she suddenly seemed reduced to a child, her hand held nervously to her lips, her green eyes flashing in hesitation.

"What do you want me to do?" she called out. Pitch froze, glancing back over his shoulder, his expression solemn and serious.

"Bring me the girl." he ordered seriously. "I think it's time we snuff out this so called 'prophecy' once and for all."