"NOOO!" Pitch slammed his fists on the wall, his breathing heavy, his temper flaring. "This can't happen!" He yelled. "What is it, darling?" Gothel asked, appearing behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders. "The Moon has given the little brats powers and made them guardians." Pitch snarled, gritting his teeth. "Don't worry dear, we'll destroy them soon enough." Gothel soothed, stroking his hair softly. "They won't know what hit them!" Pitch answered, beginning to calm down. "I know a few spells that ought to weaken them." Gothel suggested. "I'll go look for some spell books." She turned and disappeared into a shadowy corner. "We have unfinished business; I'll make that cursed Man in Moon pay!" Pitch said to himself, a sinister plan already forming in his sick mind.
A/N: So so so sorry for the short chapter! I'm super busy! Thanks to all my readers!