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Nightmares. The elves seemed to freeze in their spots, plates fell to the floor, cookies crumbled and hot cocoa was spilled. Nicholas, especially, was shocked. Nightmares? For a magical being? Of course, there were times before that he wouldn't have been so surprised. Pitch used to enjoy picking on those lesser than he or the guardians. Most of them weren't as believed in, and he played his sympathy card. A lot of times it worked, but North knew Violet better than to believe she had succumbed to his personal brand of madness.
"Nightmares, Violet? Are you sure?" He cleared his throat and rubbed his forearms. He was rather on edge about the entire subject. North knew that if Pitch could make people stop believing as he once did, he would be basically powerless. How could he protect others if he couldn't even protect himself?
The frail girl gave a slight nod, her pale lilac tresses bouncing about her heart-shaped face. "At first I didn't think much about it. But lately it's been keeping me up, I'm afraid to sleep North." Violet wasn't nearly as old as Nicholas, and she viewed him as a fatherly figure as most other beings and guardians did.
He pulled at his beard in deep thought, wondering how to go about the situation he found himself in. This was the last thing that crossed his mind when he had a visit from The Sugar Plum Fairy. He expected bells and music and sparkles as she always seemed to bring. Not sleep and worry and fear.
"Not good, eh?" He said after a moment, calling for another cup of hot cocoa. An elf hurried in with the cup, sloshing it around on the plate but saving most of the chocolate liquid. He handed it to Violet and crossed his arms.
Violet grasped the warm cup in her hands and breathed in the calming and comforting aromas. She took small sips, her lips resting on the cup. She didn't have much to say, not at the moment. All that was on her mind was the darkness and the dark undertones, all of her music being drowned out and the light stripped from her. It was horrifying, and she couldn't understand why such thoughts were intruding her mind. Violet was always such a happy and free spirited young fairy. She even had a dance of her name.
"You don't think it could be.." Her voice trailed off as she stared into the dark liquid, stirring it with the small silver spoon.
North mustered up a nervous laugh and waved his hand. "Of course not, Vi. Excuse me for a moment. Must be checking up on yetis and toymaking." He excused himself with a nod, slipping out the door and closing it behind him.
Elves scrambled about his boots, hurrying about so to not get caught between and be kicked. He stroked his beard and muttered to himself, going to his globe and taking a long, hard look at it. It was overwhelmed with lights, not a sign of flickering or of anything that would suggest Pitch's presence. He hadn't heard any negative reports from Tooth, or Bunny, not even Sandy or Jack. "So where is this coming from?" He asked himself, studying the globe and then to the window above it. The moon was bright and front and center. He hadn't said a word since Pitch's downfall. Nothing that would signify his uprising, or a revolt or attack on the good beings.
Meanwhile, Violet sat curled up in the chair. She began to nod off, her eyes fluttering shut and opening. She let out a yawn and slowly fell off into a light sleep. At first, everything was perfectly fine. She was in a field of trees in full bloom. Trumpets were playing in the background and she had a basket full of plums that she was picking. Everything was bright and sunny, but it all changed within a matter of seconds. The ground began to fall from under her feet, and when she looked into her basket of plums, all she saw were eyes-large and bloodshot.
She quickly opened her eyes, catching her breath. But before she could fully calm down, a dark ominous shadow was making it's way out of the window. It stopped just in the windowsill and paused. It lingered as a blob for a moment before manifesting itself on the wall. The silhouette was all too familiar-Pitch.
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