I'm not that great at writing fights; in all honesty I've never really done it much before. If I were to sum up this chapter in a single word it would be: pandemonium, or maybe chaos. What can I say, Ema is a force of chaos. Again not that long of chapter, but I'm kind of used to it at this point. Who knows, maybe I'll merge all of these chapters later. Enjoy the chapter!


How am I supposed to detail this fight? I rather tell you what the kids were doing, despite me not being there to tell you what actually happened. Don't get me wrong, it's not that my fight wasn't awesome, I just think what they did was much cooler (maybe because Jack was helping them, hehe).

How am I supposed to tell this out? I could lie and make myself more amazing than I was, telling you I made Pitch dance in the palm of my hand while I danced around him. Still I told you the truth for this long so…why lie now? I could be completely honest and explain my struggles, each pitfall against the nightmare king as we battled each other, me waiting for backup to show up. Of course if you know me by now, I'm not me unless things are spectacular.

This won't be no movie for you to watch, but I'll sure try to help you imagine one.

Anyways, I was not glowing anymore. Of course, I wasn't entirely scared either. I wasn't angry. I was not red or white, or glowing, or pale. I was just me. I wasn't happy to be fighting Pitch; I would've been content to never end up in this situation, because protecting everyone is a lot of work. Then again I never would have found out who I was if this never happened, so it wasn't that disappointing. I wasn't angry at Pitch for threatening those I loved, and specifically targeting me through most of this, I was actually a little happy he would go this far for me; I felt like he acknowledged me and the threat I posed. I wasn't scared of him like I used to be; no, now we're on an even playing field. I wasn't lying here. This was me and who I really was going up against the king of fear. That is true courage.

Then again, who I am is making illusions; playing with my imagination…and that's what I did.

Pitch swung at me with his scythe, and how he could lug around a giant weapon like that was beyond me. I made a giant shield to block, and then I transformed it into a giant hammer and swung down. Pitch had no choice but to dodge. It dissolved immediately because I had just summoned it (the hammer wasn't my style).

He tried to fire some arrows at me; of course I rolled to dodge and then returned that volley. He slunk into the shadows to disappear; to avoid a sneak attack I flew upward. I looked around frantically for where he might be, nightmares then started to surround me. I took out my dagger and spread them like playing cards. I then did a tornado spin sending my daggers flying in all directions, taking out the nightmares. Once I was done spinning that is when he decided to sneak attack. I was too dizzy to dodge, so I let it hit me.

Oh no! She's done for! Why would she let it hit her?! Relax, I couldn't tell you this story if I wasn't still around. The javelin did hit me…barely. Once it touched me, I split, quite literally. I split myself up, technically.

What it looked like was the javelin going through me, leaving a hole in my torso and me crumbling to bits. My head was screaming orders as it fell, my legs tried kicking themselves to my body, and my arms tried to grab each to put me together again. I hit the ground.

Once I did, my body parts erupted into many tiny Emas. I sure was confusing. They all scrambled around to get their bearings as pitch came forward from the shadows. One Ema stood before all the rest, a commander to her squad.

"Ten-hut!" she squeaked. All the other Emas did military salutes in military squadrons neatly organized. Commander Ema was doing a long speech at the parapet, describing how their enemy was despicable, and they needed to work together to defend their homeland and everything they believed in. Some Emas in the crowd were crying and comforting each other. Pitch was very close, the Commander Ema ended her speech, pointing her sword at his giant form, letting out a battle cry. The Emas turned, unsheathed their weapons of all sorts, and cried with her.

They started attacking him like flies. He tried batting away at them, but he just passed through them. He was so distracted; I got to attack him from behind with a double sword attack. Unfortunately, he knew to cover his flanks and blocked it.

"So, you're the real Ema," he said.

"Am I?" I said smugly. All the tiny Emas turned my size. Some looked like me, others had different appearances. There was knight Ema, painter Ema, general Ema, cook Ema, grandma Ema, fox Ema, cat Ema, doctor Ema, mechanic Ema, winter Ema, spring Ema, toddler Ema, many fairy Emas; if you could name an Ema, there was an Ema for it.

All Emas swarmed him from sides, each with a special technique. The animals bit and scratched, the seasons threw their elements at him, the fairies threw dust bombs, the painter was almost as creative as me in making traps, health potions, weapons and maybe just messing with him. The doctor shot needles, the mechanic whacked with her wrench, the knight charged, my legs kicked him, my heads screamed in his ears and tried biting him, and my arms tried grabbing at his weapons.

Some Emas were staying out of it, watching the chaos with snacks. Some regular Emas were flying at Pitch with swords and daggers out, one whipped at his hand to make him drop his weapon, couples were shooting from afar.

The boy Emas were chatting up the ones on the side, some joined their female companion in the fights; I bet they wanted to gain their attention. The joke was on them though. Toddler Emas joined the animals in ankle biting; grandma Emas waked Pitch with her cane.

Most of this was illusions and shouldn't hurt him in the long run, but it's amazing when you believe something could hurt and what damage that could do.

"ENOUGH!" cried Pitch, releasing an explosion of black sand. It dispelled all the illusions, knocking the wind out of me in the process. "What's this Ema? Are you resorting to cheap tactics and diversions to avoid fighting me?" Catching my breath, I returned to my feet.

"Do you know how people failed because they lacked focus? I understand that more than anyone." I reached onto an invisible ledge and raised myself higher. I was now kneeling down to look at Pitch.

"The longer we fight, the more difficult this will become for you. You should never let an idea sit for too long, it just becomes bigger." I started to expand in size. I lounged back on my invisible ledge.

"For this entire month you guys have been fighting to get me on a certain side. The man in the moon knew whomever I was allied with would win. I was friends with Jack for too long, so it was pretty assured already what side I was on; so you tried to make me abandon him and everyone and choose you instead." I crouched to face him.

"How did you ever think you could handle me with everything I'm spewing at you?" A black viscous substance came out of my mouth, encircling him. He cut it away in fury, I grinned.

"Imagination is a pretty powerful thing, almost as much as belief, and it's all mine." I stood, getting larger.

"KNEEL BEFORE ME!"


Ema...it's a good thing she's not a villain. I need to clarify, for her alignment she's most definitely chaotic neutral, at least until she joins the guardians. Now she's chaotic good...maybe? Anyway, right now Ema has the upper hand, but that would be too easy. Let's just say Pitch's patience may run thin. Until then, stay tuned!

-Admiringroseblossom11