Love of Grace

by duchessofbooks

Pitch is given another chance and he must prove that he can be a good guardian. He is assigned to watch over a young English girl named Grace. The two become friends and as the years pass, one thing leads to another. Pitch/OC romance. Rated T for a death scene and some violence.

27. Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Deep within the cold earth, in Mora's northern domain, the night terror goddess walked around the black fireplace. She never used it as she hated the warmth, but she wanted to keep Grace alive, long enough for Pitch to come.

Mora's plan was to negotiate with Pitch; she will release Grace once Pitch denounces his love for the girl. If the boogeyman refused, Mora will slit Grace's throat and Mora will enjoy watching Pitch's misery and heartbreak.

Grace sat next to the fireplace, bound with black sand binds, and the fire was burning behind her.

"Please, let me go," the girl begged.

"I don't think so," Mora replied, "I'm going to enjoy every minute of talking to Pitch."

Grace was not sure what she should do, her back was burning from the heat of the fire, and she could hear the popping of the wood.

Then, a piece of wood popped and an ember flew out and hit Grace's exposed arm. She winced in pain, but then, an idea came to her head.

She lowered the binds to the ember, they burned and they melted. Grace kept her hands behind her back until Mora was distracted and not looking at her.

Then, one of the night terror monkeys began to fight with another. "That's enough!" Mora ordered, but they didn't obey and they continued to fight. Mora got up and broke up the fight.

In a flash, Grace sprang to her feet and ran toward the entrance of the cave. "Stop her!" Mora shouted and the night terrors went after the girl.

When Grace made it to the entrance, she was hit by a cold wind, but she ignored it and went out into the storm.

The night terrors stopped in their tracks, having lost sight of the girl.

Some of them spoke to their mistress. "No, I have a better idea," Mora said and she summoned some black sand, forming it into a dagger.

"I hope I can still change," she replied as black sand surrounded her and her form began to change.

Mora's hair changed from black to curly red, her eyes became hazel green, and her skin became peach pink.

"Perfect," the goddess said upon the finished transformation, but she coughed and says once more, this time in her best Grace voice, "Perfect."

Now Mora had to wait for Pitch to come, much like a predator waiting for its prey to come into the trap.