I wrote this chapter very fast at the same night I wrote the last chapter. I didn't intend to make it so long, but now it became long anyways. Pitch's daughter doesn't really have an official name even if it is said that William Joyce had said in an interview that her name was Seraphina. So I will just go for Seraphina even though it might not be her name. In the next chapter it will be more Jack xD
"Sandy, you came." The golden man turned around when he heard the familiar voice. A tall dark man smiled happily as he walked towards the much shorter man. Sanderson smiled back, he wanted to say 'of course, why wouldn't I come?' But that was something he couldn't do.
He had lost his voice long ago because of a sickness. But he didn't miss it much. He was always so absored in his books so he rarely spoke to people anyway. Though sometimes he missed his voice since he wanted to be able to make remarks and comments a bit now and then. But soon he might be able to do so.
Not too long ago he had found a magic spell that could make sand move around at ones will. Very few could actually use these kind of spells, so he had been lucky when it had worked. Though he hadn't been able to make them move exactly as he wanted them to. To be able to control the sand better he had made himself become one with the sand. He now was the sand. People around him had started to wonder if he even had any real body underneath the sand, he wasn't certain himself if he still had his real body underneath the sand or not. Maybe his body was gone and his consciousness was using his powers to keep the sand together as a body.
After he had become one with the sand it had been much easier to form things, but he still needed a lot of training. It took him a lot of time to form the sand and it wasn't always that people could understand what the pictures the sand had formed into was. There was only some few people that understood him completely. Or at least 90% of the time. North, his friend that just had become a king. And Pitch, his childhood friend.
Pitch patted his friend on the shoulder in a friendly gesture. This was the first time Sanderson saw Pitch without his golden uniform. But there was no reason for Pitch to have it on when he weren't on duty. The two friends walked through the crowd in the small town. Almost every person they passed made a small bow towards Pitch, and he tried to bow back every time he noticed them. He was the general in the army and he had led the country into a golden age. He was respected by many since he had saved the country more than once.
As they came closer to Pitch's house, Sanderson formed a woman with his sand, and then a child beside the woman. Pitch understood immediately what he meant.
"They are both fine." He said with a bright smile as they arrived at his house. He opened the door and walked inside.
A small girl with long black hair ran towards the door. "Papa." She said, almost singing it.
"Seraphina, have you grown while I was away? I can barely lift you." Pitch said as he lifted his ten year old daughter. He had been away for almost half a year and had returned first that day. Sanderson and Pitch had exchanged letters so he knew that Pitch would return that day, he had just been lucky to get into town at exactly the same time as Pitch.
"Who is that?" She asked, looking curiously at the golden man. Sandy smiled and waved his and to say hello.
"This is my good friend Sanderson." Pitch said and put Seraphina down on the floor so she could welcome their guest properly. At first she were a bit shy for the golden man, but soon she got mesmerized by his funny golden pictures even though he couldn't change them too fast.
After that day Sandy returned to Pitch house many times both when he were on duty and not. He trained his sand powers by entertaining Pitch's daughter, and Pitch was pleased that his family didn't have to be home alone while he worked. Even his wife enjoyed Sandy's company, even though she would prefer if her husband could be home more.
Sometimes when Sandy and Pitch had some time alone, Sandy taught Pitch how to control the sand. He weren't that good at it though, he could lift it just a little bit and form a small amount of it.
The years passed by and soon Sanderson got to know from North that he had gotten a son. Sanderson left Pitch and his family to meet his other friend. He stayed with North, Toothiana and their son Jack for over a year. He returned to Pitch first when he stopped receiving letters from his old friend. All that waited him when he got there was an empty house. Pitch and his family was suddenly gone.
Nothing had changed after Sanderson had left. Seraphina was already a teenager and even though she missed her golden friend she still didn't need him in her everyday life. Her dad usually disappeared for months, sometimes over half a year, so she was used to people leaving for a long time and then coming back.
For Pitch it was a bit sad that he didn't get to see his friend when he returned home, but he had been separated from his friend before. They still sent each other letters and kept in touch. And one day they would meet each other again.
"Where are you going?" Pitch asked his daughter as she were on her way out.
"Just out for a bit. I will be back soon." She ensured him. She loved the nature and always went to the forest. She often played around more with animals than with humans, though family members and Sandy was an exception.
"Be careful, and don't come home too late again." A sweet voice said from behind pitch. His wife were a beautiful woman, with pitch black long hair. She was a bit taller than her daughter and her hair was more straight, while Seraphinas hair was wavy.
Seraphina promised to be careful and watch the time, then she almost flew out in excitement.
"Don't worry so much, or else you will get grey hair." She told her husband as she saw his worried expression. But that didn't stop Pitch from worrying, something made him feel uneasy this day.
The day passed by and nothing seemed to be wrong in the small town. It was first when it became dark outside that even Pitch's wife started to worry since their daughter still weren't home.
"We should go out and search after her." His wife said.
"I'll do it. You stay here in case she gets back." Pitch replied and left the house. He had a lantern with him, since he would have to go into the forest. After all, his daughter loved nature and was most likely there. She was never late if she stayed in town.
He searched through the woods almost the whole night, and he returned home many times to see if she had shown up or to refill the oil in the lantern. Pitch didn't want to give up the search, he had to know that his daughter were fine before he could stop walking. As the sun started to rise Pitch was walking on a small beach. There was a high and dangerous cliff at that beach, and taking the way over the beach was more safe than walking into the forest and up the cliff.
He soon noticed something black a bit away, half in the water and half on the sand. His heart started to beat faster, he tried to convince himself that it was just some seaweed. But even though that's what he told himself he were still running as fast as he could. Soon he could see that most of the black was hair and a dress, the rest of the being had almost the same color as the sand. He slowed down, not wanting to see who the unfortunate soul was. He didn't want to know who the woman was that had fallen down from the cliff. The woman that in so many ways looked like his daughter even though he still hadn't seen her face.
Tears rolled down from his eyes as he turned the body and saw his daughters face. Her eyes were shut closed and she was pale as a ghost.
A heartbreaking scream could be heard all the way to town as Pitch realized that his daughter was dead. As he screamed, the sand on the beach started to surround the dead body and Pitch. It reacted on his anger, and slowly the light brown sand turned black. Pitch was too devastated to even notice. It started to crawl up on his body and soon it covered him completely. Nightmares, hate, horrors, darkness. All those feelings had been forced into the dark sand and now they were becoming one with the one that had created them.
It soon released the man whose skin now were grey instead of his normal beige color. Pitch didn't care, he just saw his dead daughter in his arms while knowing that there was nothing he could do about it. His worst nightmare had come true.
After some time just sitting there he started to walk towards his home with Seraphina in his arms. As Pitch opened the door and walked into the house, his wife ran towards the two of them. First she was happy because Pitch had found their daughter, but soon she noticed that the body Pitch held wasn't moving at all.
She cried all day while Pitch grieved in silence. As the evening came closer Pitch knew that he had to go and talk to his superior. He couldn't go back to work while his wife were grieving, he couldn't let her go through it alone. The nightmares still hadn't control over his mind even though they had become a part of him.
He left his wife for a couple of hours, when he returned he found her dead body on the bed. She had cut her throat open and probably died within a minute. Pitch fell to the floor when he saw the body. He knew that there were a note lying beside her, but he couldn't find the strength to read it. The sand started to appear again and moved around in the room, taking in the horrible scene and Pitch's mind. If it weren't for the sand he would probably have followed his wife that day. But with his emotions so messed up, the nightmare sand Pitch had created on the beach took over his body and mind.
Sanderson had searched after his friend for a couple of years, he wondered what had happened to Pitch and his family. He hoped nothing bad had happened. He never found Pitch, but Pitch found him.
One evening when Sanderson were walking down the street, he suddenly heard some kind of sound from behind. He turned around a bit scared, and let his sand surround him so he could defense himself if someone attacked.
"Now now, we shouldn't be like that old friend." A tall dark man with gray skin walked out of the shadows. Sandy had a hard time realizing it was Pitch at first because of the dark and because the mans eyes now glowed yellow and he had a different skin color. But as fast as he recognized him he started to smile.
But right after the happy feeling washed over him another worried feeling also came. He started to make pictures of Pitch's wife and child and then a question mark. Immediately afterwards he started to make other pictures with the sand that showed how worried he had been and he wondered where Pitch had been.
"Don't worry." Pitch said with a weird grin Sandy hadn't seen before. "We should talk about this somewhere else. Shall we?" Pitch motioned with his hand towards an alley and started to walk first to show Sanderson the way. Sandy followed a bit hesitantly, but it was his good friend, he shouldn't have anything to worry about. They had known each other their whole life. Pitch seemed to have changed both in appearance and behavior, but even though Sandy felt very uncomfortable around his old friend he still thought that it was because he was worried.
Even though his mind were screaming danger, he ignored it. First when the black sand were surrounding him and holding him down, he realized what a fool he had been. "You're such a fool old friend." Pitch told the golden man. He had offered Sanderson a place in his army to take over the kingdom and eventually the world. But Sanderson had said no, and just tried to make Pitch tell him what had happened to him. "I give you more chance, think about it. You and me, side by side like the old days. Ruling over those pitiful humans, make them fear us." Sanderson shook his head.
"I'm sorry that you feel that way. But I need your golden sand, so I'm afraid I can't let you go." Pitch said and took forth a mirror. The sand that held Sanderson started to pull him towards the mirror and even though he struggled he soon found himself captured. "I know everything about the sand of fortune. The golden sand can tell the forture. With that, no one will be able to stop me."
'Those who can control the magic sand is few
Those who learn to control it will notice that the sand will become as their owners
If the heart is pure the sand is too, and it will obey the one that created it
If the heart is filled with darkness, then the sand will be even darker. And soon it will consume the owner.'
That's what the spell book said about the sand, if Sanderson had never taught his friend about the magic spell then he would never have tested it. Even though Pitch had been bad at using it he still had started to use it at one point of his life. Even though he stopped using it for years the magic was still there. First when his heart felt a desire for something, that's when the magic could be awakened.
I'm not that happy with the ending, but I guess the rest of the chapter is okay xD I had this chapter both because I wanted to talk about the magic sand and because I had to present Pitch daughter somehow xD hahah Hope you enjoyed :3 Please leave a review so I know what you think ^^