At the mortal age of 17, you've been immortal for about 400 years. Your immortal father that adopted you said he found you in the middle of winter in the woods. You were taught to hate the Guardians (North, Bunny, Sandy, Tooth, and Jack Frost), including the Man in the Moon.
Your father was Pitch Black, the Boogeyman.
You didn't know where you came from; all you knew is like Jack Frost, unfortunately, you were a spirit of winter and mischief. You laid on your bed, bored out of your mind. You father never let you out into the world because he didn't want the Guardians finding out about you. They defeated him when Jack Frost joined them, but barely.
You left your room, stumbling through the place until you found your father glaring at the lit-up globe that represented the children of the world's belief in the Guardians. You winced at how many lights there were.
"Come here, YN," Pitch broke the silence.
You walked over to him, your bare feet barely making a sound against the cold floor. Pitch put a hand on your shoulder as you stood next to him. He pointed to a specific light.
"That was the last light," he sighed. "The only thing standing between me and world domination. Then those blasted Guardians got to him before I could."
You put your hand on his, feeling sympathy. He tightened his grip and turned to you.
"I know how to bring them down," he sighed. "But I'll need your help."
You tried to hold in your excitement. Not only were you going out into the world, but you were going to bring down the ones who just about ruined Pitch's life.
"Just tell me what to do."
Yes, I know it's short, but I love cliffhangers. :)