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Let me add really quickly, there aren't that many yetis in the workshop, their advanced building skills makes doing the yearlong building toys job possible.
Chapter 34. Enjoy:
It took energy to create the nightmare wolves, but Shadow Jack was still able to fight with ease. Although, it wasn't required. They had them out number by four to one, 150 against 600. North could only spare so many yetis since many were still injured and others had to prepare for Christmas. Even with the guardians advanced skills, there were just too many.
"You willing to overthrow him?" The shadow boy mumbled. "I can't have you backing out."
The nightmare man beside Shadow Jack nodded. It was their turn to rule above the fearlings' reign, above the nightmare king's.
Shadow Jack chuckled as he watch a large yeti holding golf club - an iron- above his head, prepared to attack. The shadow boy effortlessly side-stepped as the yeti brought down the iron. Using his nightmare staff, Shadow Jack swung at the yeti's head who was still recovering from his attack. The furry creature fell forward onto its stomach.
The shadow boy's nightmare staff swiftly morphed into a frosted sword. The yeti roared in pain which was quickly silenced as the blade plunged into its back right its heart was, passing its ribs and piercing the valuable organ.
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Pitch's memory shifted to one he remember never having. The place was familiar, yes, but this time, he was the spectator, not the person reliving the memory.
The memory before left him in shock. He never, ever, remembered his beloved face until that dream. Why, all of the sudden, was he able to envision her now?
He found himself in a house, quite large compared to average. Then again, he was the lead general in capturing all the nightmares in the universe. Windows were everywhere, letting in the Sun's last rays of light for the day. Pitch found himself in a large living room. A fire was giving off heat on the opposite side of the room of the windows. In front of the fire, a girls with long, black, curled hair held a bundle of blankets in her arms as she rocked in the rocking chair.
Within the bundle was a 6 month old baby girl, sleeping soundlessly as her mother hummed a lullaby. Her mother had once sung the song to her, about growing up, protection, and a mother's unconditional love for her daughter. Pitch's heart seemed to feel with warmth as he heard her silk voice. She was always so talented. She could draw, sing, and melt a person's bad mood just by smiling at them.
That smile was now looking down at the little girl. Her eyelashes brushed her cheeks that Pitch knew to be perfectly smooth. She lifted the bundle and placed a kiss on the sleeping baby's forehead.
As the final rays of the setting Sun touched her face, her eyes closed as she cuddled the little bundle. Her breathing slowed and she joined her baby in sleep, sitting next to fire.
Where am I, Pitch asked himself. He knew the place, it was his home, but where his self was in the memory was unknown. Although, Pitchiner was known for being gone a lot, doing his job as the leader in taking down the fearlings, nightmare men, and dream pirates. That must be where he was, out on another quest, maybe having a meeting with this fellow men on their plans to capture the nightmares.
The fire became the only source of light as time passed. Pitch didn't understand why he was watching this memory until something caught his eye. Something dark, darker than the shadows in the room, moved from its place.
It crept closer to where his wife and daughter were sitting in the rocking chair sound asleep.
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Nightmare men and wolves fell into heaps of dust in the ruins of Dunluce Castle as the yetis swung their golf clubs and baseball bats, Bunny's boomerangs went through them, Sandy's whips lashed at them, North's swords stabbed into them, and Tooth swung with Jack's staff for it was difficult to fight with a sword while holding the large shepherd's staff.
Though they took down their targets, a new nightmare took its place.
As they fought on, Tooth felt her body soon to slow. She swung the shepherd's staff at the nightmare men's head as she flew by. Like a scythe, it swiped their heads clean of if she managed to get at their necks.
Bunny had switched to his golf club, for his boomerangs weren't doing the damage he needed each time. Many of the wolves had turned their attention to him. It must be of him being a Pooka, a species of rabbit. He bashed them in the heads with the driver, making the rest of their bodies fall apart.
Yetis around the guardians fought and fought, but they too had ran out of energy. As a wolf bit onto the gold club, something caught Bunnymund's eye. Not far from him, he watched as a gray yeti fell onto his back. Six nightmare wolves jumped onto the vulnerable, making the creature no longer visible to the Pooka.
Bunny saw a friend and need and shook the wolf off. After swinging at the nightmare's head and falling into dust, Bunny rushed over to the fallen yeti. It caught their attention and they soon all turned on him. Blood coated their muzzle. The guardian of hope only got a glimpse at the yeti he was trying to rescue, but the sight will forever be etched in his mind.
The yeti's throat had been ripped out and the wolves had torn into the bear like creatures stomach, making its intestines visible.
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Jack sprinted down the hall of the dark domain. He recognized the path he had taken before to escape. His mind raced along with his feet. Why was Pitch unconscious? Should he had taken his chance while Pitch was so vulnerable? Why didn't he? Sure, Jack didn't have his staff with him, but still, that was his moment.
Then again, after seeing that memory of Pitch's about him leaving his wife on the voyage, Jack couldn't help but pity the man. He never asked to be thrown head first into hell. He didn't want to go against everything he believed in, to free the nightmares, to lose his family, to become the most hated man in the universe.
It took Jack a long time to understand, but he did now: It was never Pitch's fault.
It wasn't he who brought the Dark Ages, it was the fearlings that consumed his soul, bound him to their will, leaving to believe fear and the revenge was the answer.
But, what Jack wanted to know, how much of Pitch was left to be saved?
Jack managed to find himself in the same hallway Shadow Jack attacked him and his fellow guardians with his nightmare wolves. Fear pricked at his skin at the idea of being jumped again. He neared the door and thought back to when Shadow Jack had attacked him just before he could reach North. The spirit looked over his shoulder but saw nothing.
Stop being paranoid, he told himself. If the other guardians saw how jumpy he was, they sure wouldn't be proud to call him one of them.
He pushed open in the large wooden doors, stumbling as he did, and saw that room that would lead him to freedom.
Dim light from the dark-clouded sky shone as he made his way to the steps. The wide room was quite plain. Shadows hid in the corners away from the torches that lined the walls. From the bottom of the stairs where he now stood, he could make out the clash of metal, explosions, howls, and whips.
The explosions - Bunny? They're here? How long was I out?
Jack shook his head and quickly made his way to where a fatal fight was happening.
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Pitch cried out to her but to no avail. He went unheard by the resting mother and daughter. Besides Pitch's shouts, only the two's breathing and the crackling fire disturbed the room's silence, even the dark shadow was silent as it crept even closer.
With the fire's glow, the shadow's silhouette took shape. A man- that's what Pitch saw. A man was creeping ever to closer to his beloved.
It surprised him how a man managed to get into his home. Charms protected his home from any human from entering yet the man in front of him proved that to be wrong.
The light of the fire shine on the... man?
As Pitch stared, the man was like no normal man like he. An impossible shade of black was the color of its skin, darker than a shadow. Eyes white and wide -yet no emotion, unlike a man's- were fixed on his wife. The thing grinned, showing sharpened razor-like teeth.
Pitch knew that smile.
He knew it from anywhere.
That nightmare, the leader of the others, stood in Pitch's house with his wife and daughter dead asleep.
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A little tooth fairy with the appearance of a hummingbird and a young yeti too small to be allowed to do much work in the factory were in a room in the toy factory, that held all of the discarded toys that didn't come out right, holding snow globes- borrowed from North- and smashed them in front of their abnormal army after whispering to take them to Ireland.
Their army rushed through the portal pushing catapults and deformed toys.
They would not sit on the sidelines this time.
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Got back form G.U. on Saturday. I had so much fun- lots of love, happiness, bonding. It was just great being together with friends and all being there for the same thing (God). Anyhow, I missed all yall!
My apologies, I have no idea when I'll be able to update. I'm really behind on school work and barely managed to finish writing this chapter. So, don't expect an update for a few days. So sorry!
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