Okay, I feel like I should talk about corona... First of all, masks don't exactly prevent you from having the virus. When you use the mask, make sure you dispose of it after removing it. Secondly, hygiene and being clean is extremely important. You should occasionally wash your hands carefully with soap, use alcohol-based hand rub and shower. When you wear something, don't put it on your closet, make sure you wash your clothes often. And please guys, I know socializing is important but please, please don't be in crowded places and avoid human contact as much as possible.

Just... Be careful. Even if you are healthy and the virus doesn't affect you, you can easily infect other people and cause them to have the virus. Just keep being hygiene and calm. Again, wash your hands and don't put your fingers on your face... I hope we will get rid of this virus quickly.

Austrian: Lol, you can't get rid of me that easily. And, well... Katherine is Jack's fiancee. Elsa thinks Katherine and Jack are married because North called her as 'daughter-in-law'.

Please enjoy this new chapter, everyone!

Chapter 6: King of Nightmares

His grip on her tightened, she narrowed her blue eyes, was alarmed by the possibility of being under attack. "We should be on alert." he murmured under his breath while Elsa was nodding in agreement.

They have reached the castle minutes ago, as they got closer, many of those black horses appeared. They weren't attacking, at least for now, however, they were following Jack and Elsa, neighing with their raucous voice.

Jack finally landed when they arrived at the front of the huge gate, which was locked. He raised his staff and hit the hard iron gate twice with the point of it. "I doubt they will open it." he spoke grumpily and yanked Elsa back to his arms gently and began to fly once again. There was no single guard who was defending the walls of the castle, even though it was wrong to assume that they were safe, Jack landed on the stony ground of the yard of the castle, when Elsa broke the contact between them, he clung his staff more strongly.

They headed to the enormous entrance with heavy and careful steps, neither of them was saying anything. When they arrived there, Elsa let out an exhale and stretched out her arm, softly knocked on the massive hard wooden door thrice. The door opened with a loud, thrilling creak that gave shivers down Jack's spine. He peeked at Elsa from the corner of his eyes, she seemed rigid and calm but he could easily detect that she was pale, more than the usual.

He took a step back, gulped at the sight of the... creature. And he thought the black horse was something, but compared to this one... There was a man, no, a shadowy figure floating in the air who was completely black. His body, if you counted his floating figure a body, was shapeless, his neck was thin compared to his body, he had these white eyes, but they were dull, definitely not sparkling.

The creature stared both of them at the same time, he wasn't closing his eyelids or moving a single muscle, the distance between his eyes was farther than the normal. Then, he began to fly backward whereas he was still facing the duo. Without thinking twice, Jack slowly held Elsa's hand, she clutched his tightly in return.

And then, together, they entered the pitch-black castle, the door was shut down loudly behind them.

The shadow was nowhere to be seen, there was no one to guide them. Nonetheless, there was only one path, a gray hallway. Everything, everything was black and dark gray, there was no light at all, therefore, they opened their eyes fully as instinct and tried not to fall while following the path.

Simultaneously, they clasped each other protectively when they heard the weak and soulless screams. Those screams were dry and almost inhuman. They walked a couple of minutes as the screams got louder and louder-Jack yelped when something unexpected yanked his ankle. He shook his foot and whack at the thing with his staff. Hands... Whereas they were walking, many hands both from his and her side were trying to reach them.

His eyes grew bigger, he doubted if those hands belonged to humans, they were sickly gray and extremely thin, he could see the curves of the bones so clearly.

"Jack... They... They must be human." Elsa whispered weakly. He swallowed, wished she wouldn't think like that way because deep down, even though they couldn't see whom those hands belonged to, he knew that Elsa was right. They were probably those villagers, who were captured by the enemy.

And then, they were in an enormous room, the light of cold morning sun was peeking through the window, brightening there at least enough them to see. Jack narrowed his eyes, now he attempted to adjust himself to the dull light. He turned around to see why the corridor they had passed through had no light at all as the sunlight was illuminating this room. He encountered a much more surprising scenery though. There was no hallway, no door or any kind of entrance.

He deliberately whirled around when Elsa pulled his cloak to get his attention. She pointed at the throne with her index finger... This plain place was a throne room, the walls were black, the carpet was gray and every other single furniture was colorless.

And then there was this man, who was sitting on the throne, his legs were dangling lazily from the left side of the throne. His skin was gray, his pointed hair was black, cheekbone was prominent, he had a sharp chin, he was lean, slender and tall. He was occupied by reading a book, even the cover of it was black.

He didn't turn his head, didn't attempt to look at them. But then, he raised his hand calmly and clicked his fingers. Instantly, a tiny pop was heard. Jack caught the glimpse of a dead mouse, who was laying on the stair which lead to the throne. The inner organs of the mouse were brought out, there was a tiny pool of blood on the gray carpet.

"Everything must come to an end eventually. Nothing can last forever except for... fear." the man spoke with a collected and a clear voice while he was lowering his eyelids languorously to his fingernails with an uninterested expression. He raised from his seat and stood up, fixed his long black robe and finally, he directed his golden eyes, which were shining, at Elsa and Jack.

His bored expression stiffened. "Fear is the true ruler of this world. It is the only thing humans always, always have with the pathetic, disgusting existence of theirs." he said, his voice became darker.

"Who are you?" Jack asked as he tried to prevent the snarky tone of his voice.

The tall man's lip curled up, then formed to a smirk and caused them to see his sharp, light gray teeth. "I am Pitch Black, King of Nightmares."

"What?" he spat out in bewilderment.

"Why don't you sit down?" the man suggested as he clicked his finger once again. Two black chairs with fluffy cushions appeared right behind them. "It is early in the morning, you want tea or coffee, perhaps?" with another click, the black shadow that had 'welcomed' them showed up with a black tray, there were three gray cups and a teapot. "You may rest, Nightmare Man." Pitch mumbled as he poured tea into a cup gently. Before the shadow faded away, he stared at Jack and Elsa with his hollow eyes for one last time.

The duo whirled their head to glance at each other. With a low sigh that came out of her mouth, Elsa sat on the chair, Jack decided to do the same, nonetheless, neither of them made a motion to drink the tea that Pitch had offered. "Your Majesty, my name is Elsa." Elsa introduced herself kindly, she quickly stood up and bowed at the so-called king, earned an irritated glare from Jack, then settled on her seat again.

"And I am Jackson Overland of Northern Island." Jack muttered, gritted his teeth with the process. He didn't bow, so now, Elsa sent him a death glare.

Pitch pursed his lips, he took a glance at Jack with a cocky expression on his narrow face. "Jackson Overland, huh? I expected Aster or North, instead they sent me the useless garbage prince of Northern Island." he taunted him with a disinterested look.

Jack's lips trembled in hatred, he has already grown to detest this man. He opened his mouth to reply but Pitch interrupted him: "And my my, the former Queen of Arendelle, the fifth spirit, the Guardian of the Enchanted Forest. I must say, I wasn't expecting you, young lady." he continued, his piercing golden eyes were on her now.

"Stop messing around, Pitch. Elsa and I here because we are certain that you are the one who is responsible for what happened in Einstök." Jack spat out, he knitted his eyebrows, his annoyance was rising within every second. Who did he think he was? He killed half of a village and imprisoned the other half! He declared himself as a king and dared to mock him!

Pitch sneered, which was a very queasy sight if you asked Jack. He stretched his arms toward his back and let out a low yawn to reflect his boredom. "Took you long enough to figure it out. I hoped you would come here sooner." he proceeded with, now, ridiculed both of them.

Elsa scowled, Jack would ponder about how could someone had such an adorable frown- But now it wasn't the right time. "We are not here to declare war on you. We are here to understand your motive and make peace, if possible." she said, was still gentle with Pitch, who was being harsh. Nevertheless, Jack could easily suspect that her anger was rising.

"My intention... Does it always have to be a purpose? Maybe I simply enjoy hurting people." the man retorted, let out a sick snicker.

"Yes, yes there is always a hidden goal." she replied, her voice was becoming threatening.

"Very well then." Pitch paused for a moment as he still had that evil smirk. "My motive is to wreak havoc on Northern Island. I want to burn this sweet country down to ashes and took many innocent lives, paint the ground with their blood. I want this land to be ruled by fear which means me. I want... revenge."

Jack was horrified at those words. "Why? I've never heard of you for my whole life and now you are telling me that you want to take revenge from my kingdom?" he questioned, couldn't attempt to hide his curiosity.

Pitch raised an eyebrow. "Are you telling me that you don't have a guess about who I am and the reason why I am doing all of this?" he asked, then chuckled to himself. "I see. Your father doesn't even bother to explain his little Jack what he had done."

"What are you implying, Pitch?" Elsa hissed in hatred, she was narrowing her eyes.

"It is not me the one who you should find the answers from."

"What are you talking about?" Jack asked, tilting his head to indicate his confusion.

Pitch raised his eyebrows and evilly scoffed for the hundredth time. "You think I am a murderer. Well, if I am, then so is your father, Jack."

Jack raised from his seat and snatched his staff firmly. "Don't lump yourself together with my father."

"Is that so?" Pitch said tauntingly. "Poor boy, he doesn't even know the past of his own kingdom."

Elsa also stood up when Pitch unexpectedly vanished. Jack was gazing around, they could hear his voice: "Jackson Overland... You are afraid."

"I am not scared of you, show yourself Pitch!" Jack shrieked truthfully, he raised his staff and blasted ice when saw the figure of Pitch on the black wall... It was only his shadow though.

"Maybe not me. But you are definitely afraid of something." Pitch's damn teasing voice continued.

"How can you know?"

He appeared just right in front of Jack, but faded before Jack or Elsa could strike him with their ice. "I know so." there was a small pause, "That's the only thing I am sure of, humans' fears. You fear Jack, is never to be believed in. Everyone sees you as a mascot, a stupid prince who is not capable of ruling the kingdom, a spoiled brat who only cares for having fun. You fear that no one will understand who you truly are, you'll always stay as the insignificant prince."

"Shut up!" Jack screamed, he clutched his staff between his arm and the right side of his chest, held his head, groaned in pain and shut his eyelids down. "Get out of my head!"

"Jack! Don't listen to him!" Elsa yelled, he could hear the apprehension in her lovely voice. She caressed his shoulder and pulled him toward her.

"Young lady, it is highly improper to jump in a conversation." Pitch chided Elsa as if she was a child, now, the platinum blonde woman was attracting his attention. "Elsa of Arendelle... You fear is-" Pitch suddenly stopped.

Jack raised his head and opened his eyes when he lost Elsa's gentle touch. The young woman was hurled to one of the edge of the room. Jack began to run toward her, but Pitch appeared just right in front of her, out of nowhere, he fired something black without looking at Jack. Jack felt something cold on his wrists, it was like metal, no, it was like sand but more solid. Before he could comprehend, he was tossed to the opposite edge of the room, the black cuffs clenched on the wall, trapped him. He saw his staff, laying a few meters away from him, there was no way he could reach it.

Elsa attempted to get up but failed, blood was leaking from her mouth. She also made an effort to shoot Pitch with her ice, but the man managed to block her attack. He crouched down to take a closer look at her while Jack was shouting. The man touched her chin with his long, slim fingers. "You long for a family."

Jack's eyes grow wider in bewilderment, Elsa panted in irritation. "No. No, I don't. I have a family, I have my sister, her fiancee, friends-"

"You and I both know that is not true. You want a family, you want to be in love, you want a... child." he stated dramatically, his hand slowly slipped to her chin, she turned her head.

"Elsa!" Jack cried out her name. He needed to do something in order to get rid of these stupid cuffs. But what could he do without his staff? His powers were limited when he didn't have his staff with him. Nevertheless, he wasn't going to lose hope. Jack exhaled and inhaled, closed his eyes and focused his all attention on his wrists.

"But you can't. You had never fell in love and you can't have a child because you can't give a birth. You are afraid that you will never have the family you desire for. You fear is that you will stay alone... forever." Pitch announced with a cocky tone.

Jack's wrist began to turn blue, he collected his all powers on his wrist so that the ice reached the black cuffs. When the cuffs turned into ice, he pressured them with his wrist and pulled them, the cuffs were finally broken and he was free. Jack quickly got up from the floor, ran and grabbed his staff, then flew. He sent a blast of ice to Pitch in order to bruise and hopefully batter him. He succeeded.

Pitch snarled between his howls, Jack sent cuffs to his wrist and clasped them to the ground, just like the way Pitch did to him. Meanwhile, Elsa was getting up. She fixated her blue coat and froze Pitch's hands completely, her mesmerizing blue eyes were completely emotionless. "Fearlings! Get them!" Pitch roaded furiously.

Black spirits came out of nowhere, their eyes were hollow and white just like the Nightmare Man, but they were smaller than him, more of a ghost shape. They were screaming with their high-pitched voice, were reminding the sound of the souls, which were imprisoned and suffering. The Fearlings flew toward them whereas those creatures were stretching out their slender arms.

The rest of their movements flew by promptly. Elsa pulled up her right arm towards her chest, then as she opened it rapidly and strongly, a huge ice barrier was constructed on the ground, by this way, it blocked the Fearlings. As soon as her defense was finished, Jack pulled her to his body, protectively wrapped his arms around her and began to fly. He sent a shot of ice so that the dirty window shattered into pieces.

Thus, they were out.

I must say, I've found the inspiration that I had lost for a month, all thanks to Pitch. I absolutely love him, he is such a well-designed character and I can't believe this is actually the first time I wrote about him in detail. Anyway, liked the chapter? Please review, it motivates me a lot. I love you all so much!