Hello there, this is probably going to be my last chapter for a while, because I'm going to university. Anyway, good things happen in this chapter. You'll have to read to find out what though, for it's kind of mostly filler. Anyways, enjoy!


I had no idea how long I was in there before I saw Pitch again; it was a never-ending stream of nightmares: get chased, get attacked, get called a traitor, watch the world fall to ruin, be unable to save myself, see all my friends get destroyed, be absolutely powerless…the gist. I was trying to hang on, convince myself that none of this was real, but there was still nothing I could do to get myself out. I was a crumpled heap on the ground when I saw him again.

"Ema," he said. "You look awful."

"Gee thanks," I said sarcastically.

"So pathetic," he said. "You rather let yourself get tortured by these nightmares, when you know I could just let you off the hook; just follow my terms."

"You're kidding," I said in complete disbelief. "You think you can torture me into working for you? Never!"

"Still so stubborn," said Pitch. "At least you'll be too weak to do anything once I'm done with you. There'll be nothing you can do to save Berwick from my leading charge."

"WHAT! NO!" I went to attack him, but I got tackled by a nightmare. "Why?!"

"You're a smart girl, Ema; I'm pretty sure you can figure it out."

"It can't be just because of me," I said struggling with the nightmare. "You want me too much."

"True," he said. "But you're starting to annoy me."

"Then I'm doing my job," I said defiantly. I continued to wrestle with the nightmare. "There is another reason though, isn't there?"

"Nice work, Ema," said Pitch, giving a few claps. "You're halfway through." He looked around.

"I'll just leave you to think about that," he said and chuckled. "It doesn't look like you're going anywhere." He disappeared and when he did more nightmares tackled me to the ground. I hated feeling helpless. I hated the nightmare sand grain still lodged somewhere behind my eye. After hearing what Pitch was planning to do, I had just about had enough.

"That's it," I said. "I've had it with him; I've had it with these dumb nightmares!" I shoved all of them off of me. They looked startled at that feat; I continued to glare at them, bearing my teeth and breathing quickened. I looked like someone you didn't want to mess with.

"None of you can match me," I said angrily. "None of you should have any power here!" My face started to turn red. The nightmares jumped at that.

"This is my mind, and I can do what I want here! None of you get a say in what I can and can't do!" My weapons reveled themselves to me on my back; I pulled out my bow and arrow. The nightmares started to run. My arrow multiplied itself into how many nightmares there were. I turned my bow on its side, laid my arrows in a line, pulled back, breathed, and fired. All the arrows hit their mark. The nightmares vanished.

I took another deep breath. I hugged my bow.

"I missed you." I then used my mind powers to heal my scratches, cuts and bruises. I pulled out my sword and cut away the background. I was in a dark room now. I looked around. In the corner of the room, there it was; the sand grain, as big as a couch, and radiating nightmares.

I pulled out my dagger and approached the sand grain.

"It's about time I get rid of you," I said. I then stabbed the nightmare sand grain, but the grain retaliated and sent me back with strong force that made me hit the back wall. More nightmares appeared to sick themselves on me, and my weapons were now broken.

"Okay," I said nervous. "I think I've had enough. It's time to exit stasis." I closed my eyes tightly and focused hard on waking up and just as I heard the nightmares charge, the sound had disappeared. I opened my eyes. I was still in darkness, and as I felt around, I found I was still in the box. I didn't know which was worst, the box or the nightmares.

I sighed. I didn't know how much time had passed. Stasis had always worked before because I could tell when the sun was rising and I could get out of it. Now, I'm distracted by nightmares, and blinded by a dark box. It sounded as if Pitch hasn't made his attack yet, that was good. Of course, last time I checked we had a month. What if I was in here for a couple weeks?

Did anyone even know how to find me? Everyone thought I was gone, what if they didn't think to look around. I didn't know how to get out of here. I was pretty much trapped. My weapons were gone, so I couldn't defend myself or get out of that box; I was pretty much doomed.

I hugged myself and leant back in the box, curling up in the fetal position. How was I going to get out of there? Even if someone did come looking for me, I was probably buried in snow by now, how would they find me in time?

Jack flew to Antarctica, post haste. He had to find Ema. Of course, how was he going to find her? He was pretty sure he didn't have time to search under the snow of all of Antarctica. Why couldn't the Illusion be more specific?

'Come on, Ema, think,' I thought to myself. 'You're good in this department. Come up, with an idea to get yourself out of this box.'

'What ideas? My weapons are melted, the box eats illusions for breakfast, and I don't have the strength to open it myself."

'What I am going to do here? I can't just do nothing! I have to think of something! They need me out there!' I looked up at the box and relaxed my arms a little, and as I did, my elbow brushed I completely forgot was there in all my panic. My head snapped to my side; my tooth canister.

It was right here with me all this time, and I never thought to open it. Boy, I guess the naysayers were right; I can be pretty stupid sometimes. Well, I had no idea how to get out of the box I was trapped in, but I knew how to open another box.

I could shed so light on the situation by opening the box; I hear they glow when you open them. Also, since I wasn't going anywhere, I might as well see what this box could tell me about my past, what happened to me, and more about who I am. I have been waiting a long time for this a long time. It was a shame I couldn't share this moment with any of my friends, but I might not have any friends in the future.

I picked up the box. I was hesitant for a moment, but feeling the imprint in my fingers that Baby tooth left; I reached out and touched the box. It unlocked.

I heard the voice of a little girl call out my name; she must have been really important to me in my past life. Strange thing is I nearly cried hearing her voice. I had no idea what that was about.

I was so excited I could barely move; I could barely breathe. My box was unlocked; my memories were just within my reach. It's like I was entranced. The box glowed with happy memories, and for the longest time, I had light in that dark box.

I was little afraid to know more about my past; how it might affect me. Of course, I was so lost for so long; so alone, with no understanding of what I was doing in the world; what I was supposed to do. This was the only way I would be getting any answers.

I knew what I had to do. I reached out and opened the box. The memories flooded in.


"I'm so excited! And I just can't hide it!" I can't wait to write the next chapter! But I might have to! Sorry! Stay tuned for when it does come out though! See you then!