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Chapter 10
Oh, just ignore us Guardians over here, gawking. This seemed too easy. We needed to find Pitch's daughter. She shows up. This was going too smoothly, was going way too fast. North had already planned for a few months of wandering, but it all seemed for naught, now.
Pitch's daughter was Mother Nature.
If I had the physical need to go to the bathroom, I would probably piss myself right now, if only for the fact that the scary lady is the scary man's daughter.
In hindsight, it actually kind of makes sense.
It had been almost instantaneous, though. When she said, 'hello Father,' Pitch had whirled on the spot. For a brief moment, we witnessed the Fearling controlled Nightmare King.
"I have no daughter," he spat out at her. Her gaze was unwavering, and after what seemed like a staring contest between the two, anguish seeped into his face.
"Do you remember me, Daddy?" Mother Nature asked. Pitch seemed to be struggling with the Fearlings now. He battled for control, and broke the eye contact he had with Mother. He seemed to be losing.
"You don't. . .look like my daughter. . .She. . ." A second voice seemed to overlap Pitch's. It was dark, as if the shadows suddenly had vocal chords. "She is just a child!" Mother's expression still didn't change.
I could see Pitch wavering. He was starting to doubt her. From the depths of her dress, Mother lifted a locket on a silver chain. I realized that she had been wearing it earlier, but I had just taken no notice of it. She kept the chain around her neck, but she lifted it up for Pitch to see.
It was the same locket from his dream. How she had gotten it, I don't know. I might be able to ask her later, if I could summon up the courage. The meekness exuded from North and the others when they were around Mother Nature startled me. Don't know why, but it was starting to affect me too.
Almost as much as just seeing the locket was affecting Pitch.
He had paused, debating, almost, and he reached a hand through the bars toward the locket Mother offered up. She opened it before his hand could touch it, and he almost snatched his hand back. He gently took the locket from her and just stared at the picture of her from when she was a child.
He started to cry.
Father Time then decided it was time to intervene.
"How will you plan to defeat the Fearlings?" he asked Pitch. The broken man stared up at the Lord of Time forlornly, almost thrown a bit from the sudden question. Coherency suddenly flooded his eyes and he focused them onto Father.
"I was stuck in a cage for so long. Do you know what it was like to be trapped inside your own mind, unable to prevent yourself from doing something you know was wrong? I want to lock them up tight, where they can never get out, just like how they had locked me up," he replied resolutely. Mother's hand suddenly enclosed over his and he looked at her, startled. Her eyes suddenly softened as she looked at her father.
"I've missed you," she told him. Shame suddenly flitted across his face. It seems she had spotted it as well. "As you said. It was the Fearlings controlling you. It wasn't you," she stated, emphasizing her last word. She suddenly looked troubled. "If you lock the darkness up, like it had locked you up, wouldn't they be able to break free, like you had?" she asked him. It made him think.
"I. . .I don't know what. . ."
"We could always send the shadows to the dark side of the moon," Bunny suddenly suggested from our corner. All heads swiveled toward him, and the Pooka seemed to shrink a little under all the gazes. He soldiered on. "The Tsar Lunar commands the moon and the light brought by the Moonbeam messengers. But where there is a light side, there is a dark. The dark side of the moon can hold the shadows that afflict you, and the Moonbeam messengers can be the jailers. You could be free."
"How?" Pitch asked sourly. His hand dropped from the locket, letting it dangle in his daughter's hand and he retreated back into the far corner of the cage, as if retreating from himself. "Manny refused to talk to me for centuries! I killed his parents! I destroyed his galaxy! Why would he help me now?!"
Bunny's gaze was steady and he waited until Pitch looked him in the eyes before continuing. "Because you never asked."
"I ALWAYS ASKED!" Pitch suddenly outbursted. Bunny shook his head.
"No, you didn't. The Fearlings did. YOU never asked. You never had the opportunity to."
Pitch froze with realization. Could it be true? Could he have a shot at it?
"The plan would never work," Father Time interrupted. Pitch made his way back over.
"Why not?" Bunny demanded. "It's a perfectly good plan-"
"Except that the Fearlings would grow in the shade of the moon and would soon be able to overthrow Manny. They would cover the entire moon in darkness, and then the Earth would follow soon after," Father Time replied. We were silent for a moment, before something North had said earlier came to the forefront of my mind. I turned to him.
"North, what did you say about Pitch having a human hand after trying to grab someone?" I asked. I looked at Pitch now. I had never noticed before, but he indeed had one hand in the gray shade that the rest of his skin was colored, and one hand that was a pink as any other human's. I startled with the revelation, and, apparently, so did North.
"He had tried to grab Nightlight-"
"And it hurt so bad for me to hold on," Pitch interrupted. "But the pain came more from the Fearlings lashing out than from the transformation." He paused. "But. . .how can we find him?" he asked. North seemed to smile smugly.
"We call Katherine."
So, that was chapter 10. What did you think? :3 Tell me in a review, please! ^.^
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Hey, quick question for you readers who can draw. Can one of you illustrate what Pitch describes in this chapter? It would basically look like Pitch in a cage with Fearlings writhing about with a window in the room. The window would look like an eye, and through the window we would be able to see something from the movie happening, thus symbolizing how Pitch was locked up in his own mind. Pitch could even say something, like, "Leave them alone!" or "Don't hurt them!"
Would anyone be interested?
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LuNa Believer-Disney Fever: Well, I can tell you right off the bat, no. Tooth is not the mother. And I'm sorry I'm freaking you out, but I guess that's my job, lol. . .well, it would be my job it I got paid for it, lol.
Hannah (Guest): Well, you'll find out why she was staring like that. Trust me, there is backstory to go along with that. And thank you for reading! ^.^
Bandling45: I don't think I can write fluffy at this part of the story, haha. XD Glad you liked it!
Likestoread: Don't worry, he won't suffer for long. *grins* And I don't know. Would Jack be related? *smirks while raises eyebrow*
Fey Beauty: Are you alright?! That was a terrible crash! But no. Pitch is not Jack's grandfather. But we will learn something interesting soon. :3
Panhead13: Ugh, I hate Pitch's backstory! The FEELS, man, the FEELS! X( Although, if anything, it just makes him a better villain because of it (with a bigger fanbase because we all believe we can redeem him. :D
CHiKa-RoXy: I have too, and some of it's the saddest stuff I have ever seen! DX I had a feeling, for some reason. And, well, I have no clue why Snow Miser was named the way he was. Maybe he's just a grumpy old man, haha
Yea, I like the idea of them having a bond. They are similar characters, after all.
hals (Guest): Thank you! ^.^ And of course I would keep Mother as his daughter! ^.^ I'm glad you like the story! :D
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Jokermask18: :3 I'm kind of seeing her as a woman who plays with her cards close to her. So, yes. She does know.
Castiel (Guest): Thank you! And thanks so much for reading! ^.^
JackFrost101 (Guest): Will do! And nope. Jack's mother IS NOT Pitch's daughter. No matter how much people want her to be, haha