*Note to my LOVELY FOLLOWERS AND VISITORS: I AM EXTREMELY SORRY ABOUT THE ABSOLUTE LATENESS OF THIS CHAPTER, BUT I WILL BE BUSY FOR THE NEXT 8-9 WEEKS OF THE SCHOOL YEAR TRYING TO CATCH UP WITH EVERYTHING AND SO THIS HOPEFULLY WONDROUS STORY WILL CONTINUE ON UNTIL THEN, I HAVE A LITTLE PREVIEW OF THE NEXT CHAPTER FOR YOU ALL… Also happy late VALENTINE'S DAY!
Me: "PPPHIIIILL! Seriously! Why can't I just take ONE little peek? Pretty please?"
Phil: "I'm sorry little lady, you know the rules by now…"
Me: "Fine, maybe I can get Pitch to help me…"
Pitch: "Oh no mortal, you are not going to bring me into your pesky little ways." *Dissipates into shadows…
Me: "I guess I'm not ever going to own Rise Of The Guardians…"
Phil: "Aww, come on kid, don't be like that… Here, have a fried chicken…." *Reaches into bag next to him and pulls out warm lunch box. Then hands a chicken to mee…
Me: "Phil, you rock." *Takes bite of chicken…
Jack's POV
I was trudging through the third or fourth bend and curve of Pitch's liar when I heard a neigh that resounded a snort of mirth from a nightmare, which was later, accompanied by a soft and subtle chuckle… I followed the sound searching for the source up until I found an ajar door down the hall… What in the Man in the Moon is Pitch doing now?
Pitch's POV
I ducked into the table's shadow just as the nightmare had appeared in the exact place that I was standing moments ago giving a deadly kick into the air. I smirked and shot out a ray of sand from my hand at the horse and it neighed in response inquisitively pushing the chair away to sniff at the desk. I then melded into the shadows behind the set of books that I had on the far wall peeking my head out to see if it had caught up the charade only to be startled when I met it's golden eyes staring into my own. It neighed once again in a sort of amusement. And I laughed at myself and it for being momentarily scared.
"You know, you're getting better at this." I teased the mare as I quickly merged into the shadows that I had currently taken residence in.
From the giddy neigh I heard in reply I took it that the mare was enjoying the game as much as I was… I hid underneath the grandiose carpet that covered the granite black floor of the room while sending a scapegoat shadow pathway towards the windows where my curtains were. Hearing the nightmare rustling the draperies, I transported through the shadows once again sending sand towards the nightmare from the opposite direction as I reappeared right behind it, on the ceiling… Trying not to laugh at the ridiculous way the horse sought about my study for me whilst I sent false sand through the room to lead it on.
"Ahem."
The nightmare and I looked out towards the door where the source of the sound came from.
Jack.
Jack's silvery hair was more unkempt then usual, my robe barely covering his left shoulder due to the fact that he had brought it up to rub the back of his neck, and the right shoulder was left bare showing the pristine porcelain skin hidden by the rest of the cloak. And suddenly the small sprite presented us with an authentic smile…
"Who started the fun without me?"