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First off, i'd like to thank Frost, the only person who contributed to the little contest I threw in a few chapters back. The reason I did that was because I loved the idea of an interactive element in a fanfiction. The chance to be able to contribute to a story without worrying over plot bunny wars or conflicting schedules. So, by default, you win Frost. You have made your ancestors proud! Anyone confused as to who this is, look at the reviews. Since whoever it is didn't have an actual profile I assumed it was a guy. Frost, if you were actually a girl, I apologize, but you're going to have to get over it. Also, let me explain the whole Pitch thing that you will find out about soon enough. Exactly who was he doing it for? Was he really trying to become all powerful just for himself? I THINK NOT! just thought of it last night actually, and I figured, if Jack can forget everything, why not Pitch? What if he wanted desperately to be powerful and feared to protect someone, but he didn't even know who? Maybe that's why he also stole the teeth, to weaken the Guardians and to see if he can find his teeth to remember. I'm pretty sure they were in such bad shape that they didn't help much, but that's besides the point. Also, I won't go over his newfound key to his past in this story, that will be in a different one, featuring a new spirit! I look forward to wrapping this up soon and tying the last plot knots with you guys, until then

Keep Calm and OC' On!

"Lucinda Asima, Spirit of the Lost." Pitch muttered darkly.

"Pitch Black, Nightmare King. What are you doing with the child?"

"He was going to tuck me in!" I said loudly. Pitch groaned as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. I looked at Lucinda, fascinated by her appearance. She wore a white nightgown that fell to her feet in graceful folds that also covered her arms in long sleeves. Dark brown hair fell in perfect waves down her back and her bangs covered her eyes. An emerald green cloak trailed behind her, a small child stared defiantly behind her legs, dark brown eyes narrowed in anger. He was just a little taller than I was, but I'm pretty sure that had something to do with the brown ears that puffed up on his head, covered in a light blue layer of frost. He also wore a white nightgown and emerald cloak, though a frosty brown tail seemed to wag behind him.

"No he wasn't!" he shouted at me angrily.

"I think you misunderstand the situation child-"

"I'm not a child! I'm Frost, Lucy's fog wolf! I make sure there's always enough fog for her!" what would she need fog for?

"I'm Victoria! I'm the Spirit of Magic! Nice to meet you Frost!" the little boy blushed as he ducked behind Lucy's leg. Lucinda smiled fondly down at Frost and patted his head.

"Do I need to remind you that all lost children are under my protection, Pitch?" an angry flush appeared on Pitch's features as he growled in irritation.

"But I need to get rid of the child!"

"Not under my watch!"

"How else am I to find Lyra?!" Pitch shouted angrily. He looked shocked that he said anything at all and stalked away in irritation.

"Who is Lyra, Pitch?" Lucinda asked softly.

"I don't know." Pitch said with sadness in his eyes as he looked back. I ran and hugged the back of his legs, "What do you want, child?!" he nearly shouted.

"Here! Mr. Moon said you'd need this!" I reached into my cloak and pulled out a chain. At the end of that chain a single tarnished, silver, wind-up key rested delicately, "I found it and Mr. Moon said you lost it!" his eyes seemed to soften for a moment before he snatched it away.

"Very well then, I will not harm the child. But know this Victoria, I'm not the only one who wants to get rid of you!" I groaned in sorrow, causing Pitch to raise an eyebrow.

"You mean it really is past my bedtime?!" For some reason everyone laughed at that. Even the sand horses, I mean Nightmares, "What? What did I say?"