I felt as if you all deserved a new chapter. It is the Holidays after all:D But I must apologize in advance. It is not very long... I've had the biggest writers block cloud with this story and it seems to hover over me quite often. But as I have said, I will finish it, and I know where I want to go and what I want to do with the story it's just the sense of actually getting there and writing it all down.
I want to start off with a huge thank you to all of you! And my reviewers, you're what keep me writing and pushing through the writers block.
Autum Df: you can find the crossover on my profile, I'm glad you're enjoying this story, and I'm sorry kept you hanging. It's just in my natureXD
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To the rest of my reviewers, thank you so much for reviewing!
Now onto the chapter. I hope you all enjoy it! And don't forget, please read and review! I love hearing what you think!
Chapter 11: From the Past
(With the Guardians)
Pitch's eyes narrowed again. "Out of my way!" He moved with purpose towards the recovering Winter Spirit, only to find himself blocked by Mother Nature once more, defiance in her eyes.
"No. If you want to hurt him Father you'll have to go through me first".
The Forgotten General smirked. "Then that's just what I'll do" and with that he brought his fist down upon her.
Seraphina stood her ground for the pain she thought would come, but it never did. Glancing up she saw her father's quivering hand. His eyes flickered slightly as he glared at his hand with golden eyes then glanced at Sera with green eyes.
Jack looked up in fascination. 'Maybe he wasn't too far gone after all!'
Mother Nature's reaction mirrored that of the winter spirit's as she watched the conflicted look in her fathers eyes. "You have to fight it Father! It's me"
Pitch shook his head closing his eyes tightly as he gripped his head as if fighting himself to force something out but at the same time also keep something in.
The guardians watched him warily and Jack took a step toward Seraphina freezing in his place as Pitch's head snapped up. His fully green eyes looked around the room in confusion before resting on Mother Nature. Looking her in the eyes. His voice betrayed his feelings, echoing the lost soul beneath. "Sera?" Pitch reached forward slowly to touch Sera, as if to see she was real before his hand stopped before it could touch her.
In an instant three nightmares dissipated into smoke, circling the General and swirling about his limbs, pulling him from his daughter. North's eyes widened, "Fearlings," he muttered.
It would seem that this man that had long since been under the dark creatures control had found a newfound fight. They must destroy it or risk loosing centuries of work. When the Fearlings deemed Pitch far enough from his daughter they released the struggling man and one by one entered his being, with one cry it halted his struggles almost immediately.
Seraphina took a step forward hesitantly. "Father?"
Pitch's head came up eerily, a sinister smirk plastered on his face. To her horror his eyes were once again the golden color. His tone of voice was that of a mocker. "Yes my precious daughter?" He spit out the words like they were a venom. "Seems you are breaking our hold on him...we can't have that, now can we? In fact we can't let any of you interfering"
Pitch flicked his hand to the side causing a huge wave of sand to move, surrounding the Guardians, Ombric and Mother Nature. "Sweet Dreams." And with those mocking words the dark grains engulfed the figures throwing them into the realm of nightmares.
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Happy Holidays! 2015 is upon us! Have a very Happy New Year! R&R
