Chapter 35

I waited for a few minutes, but the seed still didn't burst of green growing wonderfulness. So, I quickly changed my focus onto dodging Pitch's blows. While Pitch continued dwelling on the thought of killing me, I thought about what my plan was, especially since the last one didn't work quite right. I grew a thorny sword with a soft rose handle. The thorny vines still might break, but there is a possibility that the thorns can go through his armor and hurt him, even if it is just a slight pain. With that, I flung another vine at his whip, yanking it out of Pitch's hand. He narrowed his eyes at me, obviously not amused. He formed another one, and I yanked that one away as well. To my relief, he decided to simply drop the whip idea and continue on with his axe. Now, his axe, I can handle. I slashed my sword across the neck of the axe, and when I hit it, some of the sand flung out. I smirked, still holding my undamaged sword, the axe head on the floor, stuck on the end of Pitch's shoe. I swarmed some plants around his feet, just to make sure he couldn't move.

I walked backwards to help my moss plants help Caleb out of the black sand. I stopped suddenly, when I saw what happened. The wind, AKA my cheery spirits, plummeted into the ground. The guardian of spring, of life, and of hope, didn't have hope anymore. Caleb was gone, sand scattered everywhere, and my moss creatures were stabbed with toothpicks so they wouldn't be able to tell me Caleb had left. Toothpicks! I clenched my teeth, but soon bent down, and gently lifted the toothpicks out of the moss. I sighed, my heart sinking. The moss slowly grew closer to each other, and I smiled at its ability to heal and pick itself up right then and there. I almost envied it's ability to do so. The moss was unlike any of my other plants, it actually seemed to have feelings, and well a mind of its own. It formed a puppy and licked my face, assuring me everything was all right. But it wasn't. It wasn't alright. It was the complete opposite of alright. I had tried to make a friend, only to have him leave behind my back. Literally. I helped him, and he didn't help. He didn't even stay! My thoughts were growing bitter, my jaw set. I was growing furious, thunder began to clap, and I suddenly realized what I was doing. I wasn't being any better than Pitch was. I closed my eyes, breathing in deeply and let it out.

I turned around quickly, seeing Pitch was gone as well. I sighed, and slumped onto the ground. I had no idea what to do. Suddenly my moss pulled at my sleeve. I looked at it.

"What's wrong?" I said, biting my lip, not wishing to snap at the cute almost seemingly helpless creature.

It whimpered, and I felt something touch a tree root. I didn't even know I could, considering I was never able to feel using my plants in any way. Ever. But now I.. could?

I didn't want to make whoever it was trying to sneak on me run away. But I was on my guard. Moss grew up on me, engulfing me in a pajama suit, until it grew thick. It still was comfortable, but it grew thick tree bark armor on the outside. It even grew thorns for both protection and a kind of decoration. And I knew it was Pitch.

I could feel his piercing glare, making me uncomfortably cringe. He was furious, I could tell. I closed my eyes and waited. His first move. Was it going to be a "surprise kill," or was he going to try making amends, like his daughter memory assured me he would? I heard and felt the warm breeze. The wind whispered into my ears the sound of Pitch's first move. But it was not a soothing, upset, or even an angry voice. It was a whooshing sound. A sound I knew all too well. Well, except the kids normally used their fists or rocks to hurt me. Not an axe made of magical sand. It was coming faster and faster. I knew I had to dodge it or block it somehow. But I felt weak. Too weak to fight anymore. I felt tired, physically and mentally.

But, suddenly there was a refreshing splash, like it was raining. But, it wasn't. It was sunny. So much for depicting my moods, eh, weather? It should at least be cloudy. But then again Mom probably wanted to watch, so she'd shoo them away as humans would do with flies.

Then I felt it. A teardrop. Pitch was crying. Crying! He really did care about me. He really did love me. He really did want me as a daughter. Not as a stupid weapon, but a daughter! The axe was now nearing a foot away from me. The seed, that had plopped against his chest, seeming pathetic, rose up in a dash. All it needed was water. And apparently a teardrop counted. The seed grew up, engulfing him quickly. A prickly green cage. A cactus, that grows in sand, no matter what color it is.

And now I understood his point of view. "Love is a person's greatest weakness." he'd say.

author's note

sorry. intense scene. XD

why am i crying?

i was the one that wrote it.

ah well. XD

but you see what i did there? you sees it?! XD

cuz all the seed needed was water, and all she needs is love, and pitch cried because he loved her, but he's trying to kill her (reasons later)
anywho. XD

anybody concerned about caleb?

well you should be. ^^

and i'll be working on that chapter soon :)

i think i'm gonna take a break on her pov for a few chaps, and focus on his maybe. not sure.

actually knowing me i probably won't and continue with her pov. whadya guys think? ^^

and also. i needs help. well more help, xD

should i make her get together with bunny, or caleb? thanks for any favorites, comments, etc! ^^

i really appreciate your support! ^^