A Dream Come True
Chapter Six
A taste of his own medicine
Friday the 21st of December
It was Friday the 21st of December, the supposed armageddon predicted by the ancient Mayans.
Many true believers were relieved when they woke up that morning, alive and able to continue their lives.
Many, including a being with a wicked heart and malicious intentions.
The world hadn't ended as Pitch Black had predicted, but what better way to create fear than to deceive the humans into believing that the Mayan's predictions were right and to destroy their hopes of continuing their lives with a little dark magic, Pitch thought.
That morning Pitch Black used all the strength he could muster and covered the Earth with gigantic clouds of dark and magical clouds thus extinguishing the sun's bright light.
Leaving the Earth resembling a realm of darkness and a seemingly new world.
Pitch then conjured up numerous nightmares to leave a trail of destruction
The nightmares smashed houses and rampaged through the streets, neighing loudly and snorting.
The sounds reverberating around the streets. Some galloped through the streets while others invaded people's homes.
Leaving people either too scared to leave their houses and too scared to stop running away across the streets.
The Guardians having noticed several black lights on the globe manifesting rapidly, searched for Pitch across the globe. They soon found him at the site of their last battle.
"We'll spread out our efforts by taking him one by one. I'll start while you try taking down the nightmares and then you can join me when you're done. Stay close because I'm going to need some back up." Jack Frost gave the Guardians his plan of action.
Ever since he had joined the team of Guardians, Jack Frost had been positively influenced by Santa Claus and was turning out to be a natural leader.
Jack Frost snuck around the houses deftly and pressed his back against the wall of one of the houses.
He peered at the chaos and Pitch Black teleporting to and fro terrorizing people.
Jack Frost aimed his staff at Pitch and fired the icy magic at the spirit.
The magic hit Pitch Black, unsettling his balance and making him scream in vexation.
"It's getting a little bit chilly around here, lets... turn up the HEAT." Pitch remarked, grimaced and conjured up a huge black scythe with his magic.
He then determined Jack's location from the angle the magic came from.
Pitch charged at Jack swinging his scythe at Jack and narrowly missed him as it struck the wall of the house, leaving a deep mark.
Jack Frost then thrusted his staff in Pitch's face, making him close his eyes and cringe.
Pitch then recovered and swung the scythe at Jack's abdomen, sending him flying into a heap of snow.
Pitch lifted his scythe high into the air, ready to kill Jack Frost.
Thinking fast Jack Frost, did what he was good at and picked up some snow, rolled it into a snow ball and threw it in Pitch's face.
Pitch grunted, wiped the snow from his face with his hand and then threatened Jack. "Two can play at that game."
Pitch Black then conjured up some smoky magic and threw it in Jack's face.
Jack's eyes teared up, he closed his eyes and coughed loudly.
Taking this opportunity Pitch Black lifted his scythe, took his aim and begun descending his scythe towards Jack Frost.
Meanwhile in the near vicinity of Jack and Pitch's battle Sandman was fighting the nightmares.
He lashed out the horses with surprising ferocity, sometimes turning the nightmares into dreams with one hit.
Sandman then heard a loud cough and turned his head towards the source.
It was Jack Frost and Pitch was about to kill him!
Sandman's eyes and mouth widened.
Sandman quickly conjured up a golden, glittering bow followed by a single arrow. He only had one shot... he couldn't miss it. Jack was depending on him.
Sandman closed his eyes took a deep breath and then placed the arrow on the bow's nock.
He calculated the trajectory and released the string.
The arrow whooshed through the air with great speed until it met its mark and lodged into Pitch's back.
Pitch half gasped and groaned at the the same time, he fell to his knees and dropped his scythe.
Jack took this opportunity to crawl away to safety.
Pitch's body began to be permeated rapidly with glittering yellow magic.
With his enhanced power from the people's fear, Pitch was able to have greater control on his magic and nightmares.
So using his remaining strength Pitch Black summoned his nightmares and dark clouds back, reabsorbed their dark magic and applied it to his back to extinguish Sandman's magic.
Sandman's magic soon vanished and Pitch Black conjured up a small, portal and teleported back to his lair.
The Guardians then regrouped and assessed the damage that Pitch had caused.
"So what's the damage?" The Easter Bunny asked Santa Claus.
"Many houses have been damaged but they can be fixed but many people have been frightened and it may take a long time before they stop being afraid of the Boogeyman and stop believing in him." Santa Claus reported.
"As long as people still believe in us, they will always have hope and stay brave and one day that hope will overcome their fear" Jack said hopefully.
"Well said, kid." The Easter Bunny praised him and slapped him on the back.
Jack smiled and the Guardians went to Santa Claus' workshop for the rest of the day to rest from the battle.
THE END
Sorry if this chapter was not "live" as I said it would be, there was a power shortage at my house and I couldn't write the chapter.
And then I thought, I might as well take a few more days and give you the last chapter as a Christmas present.
I don't really want to make you guys wait, so I've released it on Christmas Eve.
Merry Christmas tomorrow and thank you so much for sticking to my story until the very end. I hope you enjoyed reading it.