Chapter 36
I just stared at Pitch. Clearly both of us were rather upset. I couldn't think. I just, I couldn't. Did he still want me as a daughter? Or did he just want to kill me? Or use me? And if he did love me, then why is he continuously trying to kill me or harm me some other way? Like showing my fears? Of course, that might be Caleb's doing, but, still. I could see Pitch doing that, and that itself is upsetting.
"he's not a bad person, just misunderstood."
"He's not bad, just misunderstood."
"not a bad person."
"just misunderstood."
I just kept turning what his biological daughter had said over and over in my mind. What did she mean?
I kept wracking my brain and growing frustrated. Pitch was sobbing. I didn't know if I should comfort him, or if he would explode at me. I sighed.
"...uhm.." I attempted to strike up a conversation.
Silence. He grew more stable emotional wise, and therefore just stared blankly at the ground.
Suddenly, glowing golden question marks dissolved from the air.
"...Sandy?" I stuttered.
Urgent whispers flew through my hair.
"Come. Come. Come. Please help. Come. Come. Come."
"Come."
"Please come."
"Please."
"Please come. Come. Come. Need help. Please help. Please. Nowhere else to turn."
"...Are you hearing this?" I looked at Pitch, who looked up, the crave for mercy was obvious in his eyes. He shook his head, but said, "Don't go. Don't fall for it. D... Dangerous." his voice kept breaking.
"I have to, Pitch. I have to. They need help. And they're scared. What kind of guardian of hope would I be if I ignored someone's call for help?"
Pitch looked down, not answering.
"Im sending you down. And they better be released when I get back." I said mercilessly. I bit my lip, not certain if I should say what I wanted to. But I continued, giving hope and light to the situation.
"See you later, Dad." Pitch looked up, confused. With that, I smiled, and leaned back, falling off the edge. I free fell down, down, down. Then a warm breeze took me up, and I followed the question marks.
I looked back, and the plant was lowering, and I saw North take Pitch. Good. He released them. I couldn't help, but feel bubbly. I sent a plant down to hear everything they said.
"It's the truth! She left after Sandy's question marks." Pitch sputtered. "Oh she's checking that I kept my promise..." he gestured to my plant.
North said, "Hey, Little One. He telling truth?"
I shook my hand up and down, shaking the plant to nod.
Then I pulled my hands apart, to stretch the plant and then I formed letters.
I wrote, "Not sure if it's Sandy since you don't know. Thinks some one else. I'm safe and sound. Keep Pitch in cactus cage. Weakness. Be nice though. Watch all times. Be back soon. Glad he kept his promise. I'll talk to him soon Plant is growing tired, so I'll talk later."
I saw North read it and the nod, saying "She'll talk later."
I let out a sigh of relief, then continued. There was a dark forest, and the questions were leading me there. I felt a cold breeze, and I whispered. "Jack."
He gave a snort and said, "Aw come on. You didn't really think I was gonna let my sissy go off to someplace on a whim by herself did you?"
I gave a reluctant sigh and shook my head. "I am glad you're here though." I smiled warmly.
We both floated downwards, and the glowing question marks circled around an older woman, huddled with a little boy. The mother had a large gashing wound. She was trying not to show her pain to spare the worry and terrified ness from her little son, but it was obvious he was scared too.
I cleared my throat. The son warily stood up, pointing a large stick at me, then Jack. Jack showed off his stick, doing a little light show.
"Uhm. My name is Liz and this is my brother Jack. I believe your mother called?" I kept alternating from staring at Jack's staff to glancing at the mother and son.
This got the woman's attention. "I told her not to..." she muttered.
The question marks now formed a little girl, and my moss puppy raced forwards to play with the children.
The girl laughed sheepishly. "If I hadn't you might have died, and then what would Eliot and the other boy do?" The little boy, Eliot looked forlorn at the ground.
"Well, I still don't know who you are, why you think I can help, or who or what caused that." I pointed to her wound.
"I'm the guardian of Help, which is this little mischief maker right here!" she tickled the girl.
"And Pitch Black's boss did this, and we have reason to believe you can heal me. So, ironically, the guardian of Help needs help." she sighed annoyedly, which turned into a groan showing her pains of the wound.
"But I can't heal other people!" I cried.
"You can. You did so with the Guardian of Easter and your brother, remember?"
I thought about it, and soon remembered. "but I don't know how I did so... I'll try though... But I'll be extremely weak." I looked at Jack, who became well on his guard, pointing his staff at every tree and figure in the forest.
"Your stick is useless here, Frosty. I'll protect her."said someone else, a shadow that I thought belonged to a tree came forward, showing a figure of an older boy, around Jack's age.
I sighed, knowing who it was, but Jack didn't have a clue.
Before Jack could return a hasty retort, I quickly started the healing process. My eyes glowed a fierce yellow, and warm fierce winds rose from the wound, flowing through my hair. Her blood slowly got sucked back into the wound, and the cut slowly went through a sped up process of healing. Finally it reached the scab, and then it healed completely.
My head felt overwhelmingly dizzy, and being on my knees, my head slowly fell, Help catching me.
When I came to, Jack and the black-armored boy both had little cuts and bruises,apparently just fighting some evil minions. The black armored boy knelt down and felt my forehead, Jack giving a cry of displeased annoyance, but Caleb ignored him completely. Just to annoy Jack even further and to give me a private message he hugged me and whispered into my ear saying, "Thanks for saving my mother, Liz. I tried, using your powers, but it didn't work. Sorry about before."
I nodded. I knew he had a good reason. I knew it.
He pulled away, standing up. "We must get a move on. They probably saw the light, and are coming. Help, take my mother and brother to a safe place. The season guardians and I must continue."
She nodded, ushering the two to come with her, she formed a golden platform, and they stepped onto it, and with that, she took off.
"'And I?' there isn't a 'we' in this at all. You betrayed us! We'll do perfectly fine without your so-called 'help'!" Jack whispered bitterly.
"Look, Snowflake. I had my reasons. Intel and healing my mother. If you still think I'm a bad guy then so be it. But whether you like it or not, I have to come. Unless of course you know where their top secret base is?" he smirked at Jack, Jack himself clenching his fists angrily. "No..." He angrily muttered.
"Didn't think so." he continued.
"Now I'd normally leach on to Liz's powers since they're quite a bit more powerful, but since she's recovering from doing a favor for me and since I'm trying to gain both of your trust, I think that you should create a platform for us to fly on." then seeing Jack's reluctant expression, Caleb added, "Unless you want your sister to have to walk."
With that, Jack irritatedly made an ice platform, and we stepped on it, and took off.
I had made a plant chair and collapsed onto it. I was tired,having just given a healing session, and hadn't recuperated yet.
I was feeling better until a giant headache came out of nowhere.
Caleb didn't say a word after I complained about it, and Jack caught onto him. "You know what's the matter don't you?!"
"Yes. But if she knows there is a very possible chance that she gets so overwhelmed it'll completely stop her healing process!" Caleb retorted.
"Guys. Headache. Use inside voices. And I just found out who different parts of my family are and how they are completely unrelated to any of the other relatives, so I know a great deal about "overwhelming situations." I muttered. They nodded sheepishly. Jack mostly snickering though at Caleb's minor slip up.
All of a sudden there was a thick cloud of cherry blossoms, making it impossible to see anything. After a few moments of dreadful silence, I felt a pain in my shoulder, someone had jarred it completely.
