"Pitch Black?" I mutter backing away from him, my fists balled and have a green glow around them, ready for anything.
"Yes my dear, that is me. You seem to know who I am my dear Lillyana." He begins to pace, with his hands behind his back, watching me like a hawk.
"As do you. Why are you here?" I demand.
"Well it's quite simple really. I want you to join us." His grin gets bigger, and if possible more evil.
"Us?" I question and Pitch looks to the ground on the left of him where there was a black swirling - I don't know what to call it, but it smelt bad. Really bad, like rotting flesh.
But from it, up rose the the one thing I hate the most in the world, next to the guardians. Death.
"I'm going to assume that you know my associate, Grimm here," Pitch introduces Death.
"I much prefer the name Death, Grimm is too...nice." I growl backing further away, ready to go.
"Ah, so you both have met one another. I'm glad to hear that. But we have business to discuss." Pitch smiles.
But I glare, "I have no business with you." The glow around my hands gets bigger and I see Death eyeing it off.
"Oh yes you do." Pitch grins looking back at me.
So I create a vine wall, separating me and the two dark spirits, before taking to the sky. But I wasn't fast enough.
You see, Death likes use a whip as his choice of weapon. He whipped straight through my wall, instantly it began to decay and rot. Then pitch grabbed my ankle with one of his sand whips and dragged me back to the ground. "Crap." I muttered creating fire in my hands and threw it at Pitch's rope and it instantly burned.
I raise my hands and vine wrap themselves around Pitch and Death. Pitch was pulled back to A nearby tree, as was Death but he quickly broke free, one again rotting those vines.
Death seemed so calm, as he fired a black ball at me, but I dodged, narrowly avoiding it. But then, out of nowhere, Pitch pulled out a Scythe and slung it at me.
I Hit the deck, diving for the snow before having to get outbid the way of another whip.
Ok. I'm pissed off now. "That's it!" I shout firing light magic at Pitch with one hand and fire with the other at Death. Death put up a shield for the two of them, and my power barely phased it.
He's so much stronger now. This isn't good. How the hell can he be stronger?
My power just circles around those two, not going through the shield at at.
"God damn it!" I grumble letting my power stop, annoyed.
Because of that, I let my guard down, making me unaware that Death had gotten his whip out, ready to strike.
I only noticed it when it wrangled tightly around my leg, to late to do anything about it.
With one good tug, he sent me flying back through the forest, making me crash into a dead tree in the process.
"Ahhhhhh!!" I scream in pain as small cuts form on my back from broken pieces of bark. Some of them were deep and I could feel the small drops of blood trickling down my back and arms, probably staining my dress.
Not that I care that much about it.
After breaking through the tree, I hit the ground and rolled into another tree, causing me to hit my head on it. "Ouch." I mumble, breathing heavy as I prop myself up on my elbows. My hair fell in front of my face, but I could see them approaching me.
Pitch pulled out something, I couldn't see what it was, but whatever it is, he was bringing it straight down on me.
I quickly gasp, rolling to the side away, almost at his feet, as his scythe returned and tried to stab me as if I was a diamond he was mining for.
But he was fast, but I fought it off. I put my hands up in defends and a bright light appeared out of them, sending both Pitch and Death flying backwards.
I get to my feet in a hurry, standing ready to fight. I glance down at my right arm which has a small cut on it, bleeding down, drops of red falling into the snow below.
"Is the all you've got?" Pitch taunts in that thick British voice of his, getting up off the ground and raising his arms up in the air as if summoning something.
Death was doing the same thing, and from behind them, a sea of black began to approach. It was huge, it looked like there was a tidal wave of black mass flowing through the forest, engulfing everything in its path, until it got bigger and bigger the closer got.
My eyes widened in fear, and I slowly inhaled preparing for what could look like a big fight.
"You know, you could always join us." Death says with a sinister grin on his face, as he watches me not move, but silently panic.
"Yeah, not likely." I retort.
"I can tell you're scared. I can smell your fear. We can make this all go away, if you join us." Pitch said smelling the air.
I tighten my fists into balls, creating them to engulf on fire. "Go to hell. And meet you burnt minions there too!" Shout to the black figures who stand there with an amused expression on their face.
"We'll see you there too!" Death shouts and the Nightmares and Deathlings charge at me.
Was I scared? Of course I was, and I knew Pitch could sense it. It made his grin grow even wider when I last look into his eyes, heifer looking back at the wave about to pounce.
I suck in a deep breath, ready to fight, but something got in my way. Whatever it was, it made a huge white light, and the Black Sea parted.
When it died down a bit, I noticed who it was. The white hair and the hoodie gave it away.
"Frost!?!"