Chapter 7: Rise Up
Pitch grinned sinisterly in triumph. But then, when the four Guardians attacked him again, he realized maybe he should have taken out Sanderson, one of the oldest Guardians, or North, one of the originals. But he got a little pissed off (aka severely) when the person he'd managed to kill somehow took half of his army with him. And sand clumps and is useless for nightmares when it's wet. He had escaped from falling in and still fought in a small grove away from the lake's edge.
All five were suddenly blinded by a cobalt blue Aurora going out from the lake and the white moonlight streaming down into the water in a light collision. The brown-black sand the covered the surface of the lake evaporated instantly into thin air. A silhouette rose out of the water on its back, trails of silver magic spinning around its body. The figure disappeared into the light for a moment, and then suddenly a 17 year old, blue eyed, white haired boy landed in the middle of their circle. Crossing his arms over his chest, the boy released a brilliant blue shock wave of power. The rest of the nightmare army was history, yet the wave never touched the Guardians or Pitch.
Straightening up, Jack Frost smirked at the Nightmare King. "Nice try." He said, and then he held out his left hand in front of him, bending his knees lower to the ground.
"THWACK" The sound came unexpectedly to the shocked-and-unassuming Guardians.
"OUCH!" Pitch shouted in surprise as four sharp objects made contact with his head. Jack managed to only laugh a little bit. The objects were wooden and one by one the sailed over the thing blocking their way (that was Pitch) into the winter Guardian's hand, forming his signature wooden staff. Leaping into the air, the blue Aurora was drawn into the staff like a lightning rod would with lightning and then Jack slammed it into Pitch Black. Let's just say that Pitch barely made it back to his lair without a heart attack.
"Until next time, Pitch." With that, Jack smiled one of his biggest smiles since he'd first become a Guardian. There WOULD be a next time. Oh there most certainly would…
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