Pitch's Revenge
Prologue
The wind whispered in the night, swaying the topmost branches of pine trees. Peering from above, moon shone through a thin layer of wispy, silver clouds, highlighting the silver-green firs below. It was a peaceful night, silent and beautiful, none seemed to disturb the silence of the night.
Yet, not all seemed to appreciate the beauty of that night. A tall, lanky creature who seemed to come out of the shadows, cloaked in black, with a stone-faced expression, stood in the forest of trees, looking up to the moon above. His gaze quickly changed, seeming betrayed and hateful, before morphing back into that emotionless stare from before.
"If you think this is over, you are sorely mistaken, old friend," the creature hissed through sharp teeth, up at the inanimate object. The moon, being the motionless object it is considered to be, did not even bother replying, as though doing so to spite his opponent.
"You think you can defeat me? Destroy me? You think I will stay hidden from your precious little children, invisible and weak?!" the creature ranted on. Then, he lowered his voice to a low, foreshadowing murmur, "then you are wrong. And your precious little children will pay for what you have done."
As the last of his words escaped his darkened lips, a darkly coloured sand appeared from out of nowhere, rapidly turning into a whirlwind of malevolence as it swerved in fast motion around its creator. Faster than the eye could blink, the strange material seemed to vanish out of existence. And with it, the creature that had lurked in the shadows of the night, vanished in the very same, mysterious way.
Silence once more took over, though the wind seemed to cease. The temperature had dropped. And thick, grey wisps veiled the moon from sight. As if it no longer wished to see the happening on the planet it had been watching for so long.