I awoke with a start, gasping and panting heavily, and i coul feel the moistness on my forehead. I don't even remember falling asleep. I was resting up against my stone slab. I hate nightmares.

Standing up, I stretch and sigh.

I remember that day all too well. But, having her shout something like that to me, I-I don't know what to do.

There are so many emotions running through my mind and heart that I didn't know how to feel.

"Broken..." A taunting voice echo's around my head, "Shattered..." I spun around, looking around for the source of the British voice. "Alone..." My searching turned fruitful, when I saw the black figure. Slicked back, black hair, with piercing amber eyes. Black dress-like clothes, the same as ever. "Scared..." That last one he grinned evilly at.

I sharply inhale, realising that he was right, as well as the fact that me seemed to be in my head. I just didn't know what to say.

"I'm correct aren't I?" He edges closer, but my feet stay planted. He won't intimidate me. "You're scared that you'll be alone forever, and not even your precious little Sophie will be able to help you with that."

A growl escaped my lips, as I raise my hand, and Pitch was constricted in vines, before i pushed him back to be tied to a tree. He did not struggle, instead, an eerie smile remained plastered on is face.

What is he thinking?

"Don't you dare bring her into this." From behind the tree, a Nightmare appeared, well, this was like a unicorn version, which sliced my vines with ease. That's why he was happy.

"Oooooo, did I hit a nerve?" He mocks.

"Where's Death?" I demand, knowing that he shouldn't be far behind.

"Not here, if that's what you're wondering." He paces around, and my fists tighten, and I notice Pitch eyeing them off suspiciously, "Relax, I'm here for a quick...chat."

My eyebrows arch at his statement, showing that I don't believe that it will have just been a quick stop for a chat. But I do as he asks, releasing the tight ball of my fingers. "I'm listening."

The satisfied grin appears on his face, as he continues to speak, "I have a proposition..." And that's where I cut him off.

"Let me guess," I place a hand on my hip and shift my weight to the side, "You want me to join you in taking down the Guardians so that you, Death and I can control the world, spreading Fear and Death. I don't really see how I fit into that. You'd be better off asking Frost.

Pitch seems to ponder his answer, "Do you really believe that that Winter Brat would join us?"

"And what makes you think that you have a better chance of getting me to join?" Pitch disappears from my site, and quickly realise that he was looming over my shoulder.

"Because, unlike Jack you hate the Guardians, as do we."

"Why do you want me to join you so bad?" I cautiously ask.

"It's simple really, your power." He circles me, like a vulture, "That energy inside you, it's so powerful. You can compete against the Guardians with ease..." He stops in front of me. "We'd be unstoppable." That grin on his face told me that he really wants this a lot. But what his eyes showed, was something I didn't trust.

I'm wanted on both sides, The Guardians want me to fight with them, and Death and Pitch want me to too.

"No."

I saw Pitch raise an eyebrow at my answer. "No?"

"No." I reiterate.

"Why ever not?" His British voice questions.

"Shouldn't it be obvious? We don't fight for the same reason. Death is literally the opposite and stands for everything I don't. You know, he's like 'make-things-die' whilst I'm more 'make things live'. I thought a spirit of your intelligence should have worked that out by now." I mock, and you could see the gears in his head turning, trying to figure out what to say. I back up, smirking to myself that I stumped him.

He shakes it off, with that grin returning, "We can make her see you again."

You could see me stiffen at his words. Could he do that? Make Sophie believe in me? Hang on, what the hell am I saying? He wouldn't make her believe in me, "You'd make her fear me." My hands erupt in flames as the thought of her cowering in fear from me.

Pitch maliciously smiled at me, eyes flicking between my eyes and hands. "There'd be a reason for that." Those words hit me, like a bullet through the chest. I stood up straighter, and the heat in my hands disappeared, leaving no flames. Pitch's smile increased, "Ah, so you see it too. I'll leave you with my words to ponder over."

No, there is nothing to ponder over. "There is no pondering, I know my answer. I'm not going to fight for you, but I'm not going to fight for the Guardians either. I'm going to fight for me, for Sophie, for those who the Guardian seem to forget. Know this Pitch, the Guardians made a mistake once, and I'm not making the same one again."

The Nightmare spirit narrowed his eyes on me, obviously not pleased with my response, "You will regret this, if you do not fight with us, you will go down, along with every. Single .Guardian."

Pitch's words my be threatening, there may even be some truth within them. And that slightly scares me, and I can tell that he knows that. But, if he's tapping into my fear, he should also sense my courage. "I don't care whether I go down...just as long as I take you with me."

Pitch backs off, a displease look plastered across his face, even disgust is mixed in there too. "We'll see about that."

Sweetly I smile as his nightmares form around him, "I look forward to it," which he mounts riding off into the sky, which had only just began to turn dark. The sky only started to look purple, yet it wouldn't take much longer before it will fall into total darkness.

"As do I." I whisper, with a smirk as I watched him go.

My knees became weak as the realisation had set in that he had gone. I collapsed to the ground, allowing myself to roll onto my side, with a swelling storm of emotions having a good time in my stomach. "Shit..." I mumble at he feeling. I didn't think I was that scared. But it wasn't me that i was scared for...it was Sophie.

If I knew Death as well as I thought I did, I knew he wouldn't care about who he crushed in order to get to me, with Sophie included. I'm scared for her, I will protect them all, even if I go down fighting.

God I'm so tired.

I had to sit up off the freezing ground, and move spots into stone slab.

There was something I was able to notice, small grains of black sand actually. A glare formed in my eye.

Obviously, I should have known. He was trying to play me, he sent tat nightmare in order to manipulate me into doing his bidding. That sneaky little shit. It was clever what he did sure, but it was also incredibly shady. I'm as stubborn as a mule, you can't change mind, and if you are able to. IF, you are able to, you are a miracle of the Moon.

But, what does this mean that I do now?