Lizzie's POV
I was pulled under and water flooded my ears and my nose. The black sand released me and I was thrown to the ground where I coughed up water while on my hands and knees, I was panting, my eyes closed. My bow was back at the castle along with my arrows, and my earpiece was missing. Pitch stood above me.
"Oh poor little Lizzie. You're little reunion with Jack has to be cut short. You two loved each other very much... Which is why this is the perfect time to make sure your biggest fear is finally complete." He said with a laugh
I finally caught my breath. "And whats that?" I croaked
He kneeled down close to my face and grinned. "Having someone you love watch you die."
Jack.
Jack's POV
She wasn't saying anything back when we called her and North's snow globes failed.
"Alright thats it... Im flying there." I picked up my staff and kicked off from the ground into the night sky.
I heard North holler "Be careful Jack! Remember the plan!"
I flew out of Burgess and over the ocean going as fast as I could. I sped a across the town and into her valley and I saw her castle. I flew over towards it and yet again, I ran into something hard.
"Ugh! YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" I yelled as I hit the force field with my staff.
Lizzie's POV
I sprinted into the woods of the valley. The hole in my wing wasn't healing and it just continued to sting as blood poured from It. Pitch was floating in the sky on a massive cloud made of black sand.
"You can't run from me! I will find you!" He yelled with a hardy laugh.
I dodged in between trees and hid behind one as nightmares entered the woods as well looking for me. I looked up to the sky and saw something very interesting. Something white appeared on what looked like another force field and then it grew in swirls. It was beautiful. Then I realized what it really was.
Frost. Jack was here.
"Jack, get out of here!" I whispered as I flailed my arms.
I saw his fingers write something in the frost.
No! I'm not leaving you.
I was about to say something else but a nightmare rammed into my side and I was thrown out of the woods and out into the valley Landing on my back.
"Aw.. There's my little sunshine, come here!" He said from above.
Black sand came spiraling down from the cloud in my direction and I quickly dodged it as it plunged into the ground. I got up on my feet and took the knife I kept in my boot out. A whole stampede of nightmares came thundering towards me. I shot fire and attacked with my knife until four nightmares grabbed my arms and legs with their teeth and lifted me towards the sky. They had me upright as a nightmare came flying towards me. I struggled in their grip but had no luck. I pulled my right arm down as hard as I could and the nightmare ran into the one on my arm instead of me. I stabbed the two holding my feet and when I went to kill the nightmare on my left arm, he took me upward towards the cloud where Pitch stood waiting for me, he stood there admiring his barbed sword.
"Oh Lizzie, poor, poor Lizzie. Why don't you just give up already?" He asked
"I will never give up. I will never stop fighting." I said as I caught my breath. I could hear Jack trying to break the force field But it was no use.
Pitch charged towards me and I slammed my hands down on the cloud. Red spread across the cloud like veins and they smoked with heat. Pitch stopped and glared at me And I immediately started coughing. My vision started to get blurry and the cloud failed. We fell towards the surface as the wind hit my useless wings and my beanie flew off my head. I crashed into the earth causing dirt to fall from the sky. I crawled out of the hole I made and onto my stomach.
"Lizzie!?" I could hear Jack's voice in the distance. Destroying the cloud must have also done the same for the force field. I was so weak. All of a sudden Pitch's hand gripped my shoulder tightly and I was lifted off the ground. A sharp pain started in my back and rippled all through out my chest until finally the tip of his sword came out from under my rip cage covered in blood. I winced in pain. It exploded with black sand and he ripped it out, the barbs scratching my lungs. I fell to my feet my vision almost black. I fell to my side as blood poured from my wound. Pitch stood over me holding his sword. My light surfaced on my chest and he snatched it in his hands with a devilish grin. All of my hair turned brown cold for the first time in 300 years, I was cold.
