"Pitch's what are you doing here?" Tooth's feathers were rising up in fright and fear.
"I'm here for her," his voice was cold and so eerie, and as he said that he pointed to me.
"Never," Jack stood in front of me guarding me.
Tooth looked at one of the minis, and they started to fly out of her realm. She was heading to Santa and the others.
"Jack, let me go," I don't want them to get hurt just because of me.
"What! No, I won't let you go."
"Jack, please." I walked out from behind him and stood to face Pitch, "I'm willing to go with you only if you promise not to hurt them."
"You have my word." He reached for my arm and started to lead me to the shadows, "Your staff, please."
"No"
"Fine"
We left through the shadows and Jack was on his knees in shock when I last saw him. I looked at his staff and widen my eyes. They're meant to look like Santa's eyes when their full of wonder. I think he got the message.
"In," Pitch shoved me into a cage and chained my arms to the sides, "Now give me your staff."
"No," I said. I guess I shouldn't have said that, because he slapped me across the face.
"Now!" he commanded.
"Fine," I tossed it to him. And he just snapped it and throw it out and over the side, "NO!"
"You don't need that now, my little girl."
"I'm not your little girl." I snarled at him.
"You're my daughter, how you turned human, I don't have the faintest idea how."
"I not your daughter! I'm a Guardian!" I was shouting and thrashing about.
"Maybe a story will calm you. Once in the Dark Ages, there was a woman, on who loved the darkness. She knew I was always near her and once she finally started to talk to me. I grew to love her and she grow to love me. One day, our last day together we embraced, I shouldn't have to tell you what that means should I?" I shook my head no, "Good, so continuing, that was the last day we ever saw each other but I always kept taps on her. She was like us, someone who could only be seen if she was believed in. Her name was Dreamer. How she kept you inside of her till she was in young Jack's village is a mystery to me." He started to pace back and forth, "She kept you in her still till he was born so you would be born only a week younger than him."
"Why?"
"Because she didn't want me to know of you, but with you being born on the darkest night of the winter, how could I not know of you? I will leave you to think about that." And he left me on the floor of the cage crying.
I knew my father was dark, but I thought it meant he worked in the darkness, like at night. With dreams, stars or even just protecting children who live at night.
"How?" I kept asking myself, "AHHHHH!"
A shock of energy went through my body.
"Did I forget to tell you that you're my weapon, now?"
I didn't answer just cried. He took my conductor and was trying to make it snow all over the world till any child that ever believed in any winter season sprit or holiday wouldn't be able to work or deliver anything.
