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DOCTORSINTHETARDIS: Yes he did! We can only hope! But I doubt it

Randomly Talented: Yes, the penguin is great indeed. I had to do something with penguin. My muses it demanded it and the penguin will return.

Guest: Thank you so much! I'm glad that you liked it!

Serami Nefera: Yes, I couldn't make him seem that bad. But seeing him as a person who was angry at first and then realizing to late was a lot better in my opinion. I love worried pitch. I was having to much fun writing it. since he never did this before and wanted to make his time with the only children that can see him count. I could not make sandy a bad guy. cant see it happening. and yes he is a gem!

Ayamekitsune: that would actually be telling but will be told in a later chapter flash back maybe

Thanksgiving

Susanna had thought she would spend another painful Thanksgiving without her husband. It was a tradition they did since his death. Every Thanksgiving they would mourn in silence, they would then mourn together before and after dinner, and then mourn again alone in their respective rooms. They had done this every year, every year since he was deemed a hero for sacrificing his life for his son and fellow villagers.

This year, however, would be the first time in three years that they would celebrate Thanksgiving with new family members. Susanna never thought she would personally spend her Thanksgiving at Mother Nature's castle. She never thought Mother Nature was actually a living person, until now.

She never thought she would meet Mother Nature in person. Noted, she never thought she meet Pitch Black. And she never dreamed that her baby boy would be related to these supposed myths. It was amazing how many times she could be surprised and proven wrong.

And she had once thought that the Boogieman wasn't real. She cringed at the thought. She was glad that Pitch was such a kind and forgiving person, despite the cold, fearful persona he exhibited to the world.

Susanna tightened her grip around Pitch's waist as the Nightmare, Onyx, galloped through the cool night sky. Susanna glanced at her excited children as they rode on Night. Clearly they were more relax then she was. Susanna sighed and rested her head on the square of Pitch's back. She closed her eyes and allowed the black horse to take them to their destination.

She silently listened to the wind blowing by as it blew her hair. She silently listened to the surprised gasps of her children and the occasional giggles from them. She smiled as Pitch laughed at her children's excitement. His laugh was so deep, but it held such an old warmth that it reminded her of her grandparents. It made her feel safe and protected.

"Mom! Look!" Susanna opened her eyes and looked at her children. Flee pointed in front of them and her breath caught. The moon was so big and bright in the sky as it reflected over the crystal blue sea. The sea seemed to sparkle in the moon's rays. The sight was breathtaking, but not as beautiful as the dancing dolphins.

"Wow," Susanna breathed. She never seen dolphins before.

"Would you like a closer look?" Pitch's deep voice reached her ears, making her look at him. Soft golden-silver eyes was looking at her in question. Susanna smiled gently and nodded to the man in front of her. Pitch smiled as he told Onyx to get them closer to the grey dolphins. Night and her passengers were giggling as they followed suit.

"They're beautiful," Susanna whispered as they got closer to one of the three dolphins that jumped out of the water.

"Much like you." Susanna blinked and looked at Pitch, who was just as shocked by his own words.

"I...um...let's hurry to my daughter's castle. We are almost there."

Susanna blinked as Pitch returned his attention to the two black horses as they made their way to their host's home. Susanna and Pitch were silent as the horses traveled through the darkness of the cold November sky. Susanna rested her head on Pitch's back again. She smiled gently as she thought about the words that the man in front of her spoken unexpectedly.

"Thank you," she finally said. "It means a lot coming from you."

"Wow! This is so cool!" Flee's voice was heard over the winds as they approached a large island that was stranded in the middle of the ocean. Jackson eyed the island in interest as they passed the barrier and come upon a huge castle. The castle seemed to made of some type of clear metal that sparkled and glimmered in the moonlight, which of course was surround and seemed to merge with a huge tree. Jackson never seen anything like it before.

He awed at the sight as they flew above the forest of lush greens. Flee held on to him tightly as they passed by a white bear in a snowy region of the island. It was amazing, despite how frightening seeing the bear gave him.

The island seemed to be divided into four regions with the castle connecting them right in the middle. Behind the castle was a snowy region filled with beautiful, fluffy white powdery snow, hills, and snow covered trees. The region next to it had trees that were a mixture of browns, reds, oranges and yellows. Colorful leaves decorated the light yellow and green ground. In front of the castle there was a region full of lush greens. Tall trees grew high and tall, at the peak of its prime. Different types of flowers decorated the trees and ground. Many of the flowers and plant were something Jackson never seen before. The region next to it was a mixture of bright sand and tall skinny trees with big leaves on them. Jackson also saw strange green plants of different sizes and shapes with thorns on them.

Spring, Winter, Summer, and Fall. Amazing.

Night and Onyx made their way to one of the large open windows. As they entered Jackson felt the hairs on his arm stick up as they seemed to pass through a secondary barrier. When they landed Jackson was captivated by the inside of the castle. The castle was just as huge on the inside as it was on the outside. The walls were decorated with symbols of snowflakes, flowers, suns, and leaves. Light sparkled beautifully as the moonlight reflected on it, making the details of the patterns stand out beautifully.

"This way," Kozmotis said after he helped their mother get down. Jackson did the same with Flee and followed his brother as he strolled down in a very dramatic fashion.

Of course he wants to make an entrance. Why am I not surprised?

"So, how many shadows will he use this time?" Flee whispered as they watched Kozmotis gather his shadows, making the hall look darker.

"I'm guessing a few hundred," Jackson whispered to his sister.

"Maybe two," she giggled back.

"What are you two giggling about?"

Jackson and Flee stopped their side conversation and not so silent giggles and looked at their mother. "Nothing!" Their mother raised a brow at them as they smiled innocently.

It was still amazing how pretty she looked in her new gown. Kozmotis had made each of them a special outfit for the dinner. Their mother was given a pretty blue silk dress. Jewels decorated the cuffs and waist of the dress. Flee was given a pretty knee length dress. Her dress was orange and had a black belt around her waist. Her hair for once was tied back into a bun. Jackson, much to his own surprise, was given a fancy white shirt, a golden vest with the same markings that he saw at Kozmotis's home, and dark blue pants. Kozmotis of course was wearing a black robe, but this one was in layers and had gold sewn into it.

Jackson felt a little odd wearing these clothes, as soft as they were. Clothing like this were something they couldn't afford. This was something a king or queen or even the rich villagers would wear. I'm not surprised though. Koz is the Nightmare King. Jackson stopped in his musing as something came to him. If Koz is the Nightmare King, what does that make us?

Jackson would have mused on that a little longer, but it seemed he didn't need to. His little sister seemed to be thinking the same thing. Great minds do think alike.

"Mom?"

"What is it, sweetie?" their mother asked as she glanced behind her.

"If Kozmotis is the Nightmare King, does this make you his Nightmare Queen?" Flee asked innocently.

Jackson tried to hold in his laughter as both adults stopped dead in their tracks. Both spun on their heels to stare at them with twin looks of shock on their faces. Jackson found it next to impossible to not laugh as he saw twin blushes on their cheeks.

Jackson was dying of laughter by the time they both shrieked in denial. Ah, denal was a beautiful thing. And so was making both of the adults blushing like crazy, he wished had a camera to capture that moment. It was priceless!

Emily smiled as she waited for her guests to arrive. It had been so long since she felt this excited to have her little Thanksgiving dinner. For the first time in centuries her uncle was coming with his mother and sister. She smiled fondly at the thought of her uncle.

It would be as if none of us have been separated in the first place. Even father seems more happier and caring. I'm so glad.

Emily gazed at the preparations of her huge dining room. The room had several large windows for her sprites and fellow spirits. On the windows she had beautiful gold, light blue, fiery red, emerald green, and orange drapes. She had made the drapes herself, except for the one that she had managed to save from her mother's personal collection. Emily's shifted to the large golden table. The table sparkled with gold and various jewels that her husband managed to find for her. Where he go it? She didn't ask, nor did she want to know. On the table several of her fall, summer, and spring sprites were finishing up decorating the table.

The little sprites were different to the ones that help her children with their seasonal duties. These sprites were about the size of a six year old child. However, they were nowhere near a child. These sprites as well as many others were made of pure magic and come in a variety of shapes and sizes.

She smiled at her little helpers as they finish placing the plates, cups, and napkins. Spirits usually don't eat but Emily enjoy the exquisite foods her children make from time to time over the past several decades.

"All done Mother Nature," one of the sprites told her as they curtsied and flew out of the windows to complete their other duties for the night. Emily smiled as they left, looking at her sprites handy work before her husband arrived through the doors.

The golden doors swung open revealing a tall, well-built, older gentleman. The man had a long white beard that could put Nicholas to shame and the brightest blue eyes that Emily had even seen. He was not fat like the cookie loving Guardian, no her husband was more muscular and had more class. He was ancient, like herself, and was very wise. He wore a blue and golden robe, thankfully his hoodie was down, and in his hand was a blue scepter with a hourglass within its orb on the top. She was glad he took her request to not bring his scythe. She had children coming for pete's sake.

"Mother Nature, it's been too long," he said as he walked over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Oh Father Time," Emily said with a bright smile. "It's so wonderful to see you. How long has it been? 3...5 years?"

Blue eyes sparkled with love as he laughed. It sounded like those wonderful church bells that the winds travel back to her from time to time. "Indeed, my lovely wife," he murmured as he lifted up her hand to kiss it.

Emily cheeks warmed slightly. Father Time was always such a sweetheart. Now if only she could get her father to like him.

The shadows grew and then faded with his raging emotions. Despite it being Thanksgiving, and he wasn't saying he wasn't happy to have his baby brother or a new family, Pitch was finding it next to impossible to not give the two insufferable children nightmares for three weeks. But of course he would never do that. Jackson was family, his baby brother, who just happened to get on his last nerve. In other words, his patience was getting very, very low.

Pitch glared onward as the two brats laughed behind his back as they walked down the long hallway. Susanna was walking next to him, looking amused at her children antics and by his current mood.

"Don't take it personally," she had told. "They are just children."

Insufferable brats. Pitch continued to stomp down the hallway as Jackson began singing.

"Koz and mama sitting on a Nightmare!"

"K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Flee sang after a fit of giggles.

"Will you two knock it off?" He did not like Susanna like that. Nope. Not at all!

Although, she does look exquisite in that gown he made for her. And her eyes just seem to sparkle in the moonlight. And her smile, oh her smile was magnificent. Her smile was so bright and so beautiful that it made his dark heart skip a beat. And…

AHHH! I'm am not thinking this! Quiet you treacherous thoughts!

He hates me. Pitch sighed at the small wisp of fear. He didn't hate Flee. He just didn't like being teased, especially by his own family. In all honesty, it was nice having two laughing children around him. Although, he's not used to being seen by them and not controlling his temper when they play with him.

He sighed again and stopped moving. Pitch turned to face Flee and Jackson. Pitch raised an nonexistent eyebrow at them as the two stopped talking. They looked back at him with innocent looks on their faces.

The brats are up to something.

"So, have you come to your senses?" Jackson asked with a smirk. The brat was looking for it.

Flee giggled as she jumped on the balls of her feet. "Do you like mommy, Kozmotis?"

Pitch smacked his forehead. He could feel the warmth creeping up on his cheeks and the warm fuzzy feeling that gripped his heart. But would refused to show the brats any indication that their words were affecting him. I will get back at those brats.

"That is not any of your concerns!" Pitch snapped at the two overly happy brats. Pitch ignored the twinkling glint in Jackson's eyes and spun around in his usual dramatic flair. He was the Nightmare King. Nothing he did was normal or boring or undramatic. Pitch promptly marched away from the two giggling brats. Unfortunately, he only managed to get a few feet away before he slammed into one of the many spirits that deemed the title of "nuisance".

Pitch glared at the orange spirit in front of him. "You know, for someone who lives in the dark, you sure are clumsy?" Pitch growled and glared at the flaming nuisance in front of him.

"I would watch what you say Blaze Heat." Blaze Heat was a man in his late thirties, at least in looks. He had short dark orange hair that looked like fire and green eyes. He wore a flowy red ruffled shirt and yellow pants. Although Pitch swore sandals didn't work well with that outfit.

"Or what?" Blaze asked with a wide smile. "You'll send your Nightmares on me?"

Pitch was about to retort the cocky bastard, but his brother spoke in confusion. "Koz, who are you talking to?" Pitch groaned. He forgot Jackson, Flee, and Susanna couldn't see other spirits other than him.

"Oh, Pitch! Is this your brother?" Blaze asked. Pitch could practically feel and see the fire head's heat coming off him in waves from his growing excitement. God help me.

"Yes, this is my brother," Pitch said as he got up. He turned to his brother and saw all three look at him in confusion.

"That wasn't my question."

Pitch rubbed his forehead in annoyance. Oh, he was not annoyed with them. He was annoyed with a certain fire head next to him. Blaze smiled brightly as the children looked at him in confusion.

"You know, they're going to think you're crazy if you don't tell them about me and the others?" Pitch shot him a glare.

"It's a spirit isn't it?" Susanna asked with a raised brow.

"Smart women!" Blaze said cheerfully, a little too cheerfully for Pitch's tastes.

"Yes," Pitch replied with a sigh.

"Really?" Jackson and Flee asked. Their eyes went wide as they looked over Pitch's shoulder. "Who? Who? Who?"

Blaze laughed at their enthusiasm. "I love these too!"

Pitch sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Do you remember what I told you about spirits?"

Jackson and Flee nodded. "I remember," Flee said.

"Yeah, we have the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Kangaroo, Santa, Sandman, Mother Nature, Father-"

"Yes, yes!" Pitch interrupted before he could finish that man's name. "All spirits that you know from myths are real. Some have faded over time."

"Poor Greeks," Blaze commented. Pitch ignored him.

"Okay," Susanna said with a confused frown. "So who is next to you then?"

"Do you know who does the seasons?"

"Emily," Jackson responded as if it was obvious.

"Yes and no," Pitch told him.

Jackson blinked. "Huh?"

"Emily is in charge of the weather patterns, yes. She does not do everything alone." Jackson and Flee looked at him in confusion. "For the changing of seasons Emily instructs the Seasonal Spirits on where the weather needs to go and what area needs what."

"Seasonal Spirits?" Susanna, Jackson, and Flee asked.

"That's right!" Blaze beamed.

"Yes, that correct," Pitch said as he glared at the seasonal next to him. "You may recall me and Emily mentioning that Old Man Winters was in charge of winter."

"I thought you said he died," Jackson murmured.

"Faded," Pitch corrected. "He got overwhelmed by his powers and got destroyed."

Blaze snorted. "The old geezer was too harsh and old for his own good. Of course he was destroyed by his own magic. It destroyed his center."

"That's so sad," Flee whined.

"Yes, yes!" Pitch waved in impatience. "Old Man Winters was one of the Seasonal Spirits, until he faded. Emily needs to find a new one." Pitch glanced at his brother, but didn't say anything. "Now for the other three seasons we have the Spirit of Fall, the Spirit of Spring, and the Spirit of Summer."

"Saving the best for last I see," Blaze commented with a smirk.

"The Spirit of Spring is Flora Flower. The Spirit of Fall is Autumn Leaf." Pitch glared at the seasonal next to him. "The annoying spirit next to me is the Spirit of Summer, Blaze Heat."

Pitch sighed as he waited for them to see the annoying spirit. It didn't take long sadly. Both Jackson and Flee gasped as they stared at the Spirit of Summer.

"You know that was a horrible introduction," Blaze complained.

"Wow!"

Blaze smiled softly at the children. "How's it going kids?" he asked with a smile. "As Mr. Dark and Gloomy said I'm Blaze. Nice to meet ya! Mother told us so much about ya!"

This is so cool, Jackson thought as he and Flee followed Blaze into the dining room. Kozmotis had went on ahead, storming all the way down, with their mother following right behind him. Jackson's eyes went wide as they took in the huge room. This room is bigger than our house.

Jackson wasn't all that surprised with all the huge windows. He noticed there were a lot of them and it made the place more open. He even noticed plants and trees growing from out of nowhere on the walls. Well, this is Emily after all. She is Mother Nature.

"Looks like we are the last to arrive," Blaze commented with a smile as he glanced at the other spirits that were there.

Jackson scanned the huge room as he tried to take in everything at once. There were at least six spirits (including Kozmotis and Blaze), his mother, Flee and himself. Jackson recognized Emily on the far end of the table. She was sitting next to some old gentlemen, wearing a blue and gold robe. I see Koz is not the only one who likes to wear robes.

On the right side of the table were two female spirits. The first spirit had brown, shoulder length hair and blue eyes. She wore a light brown, knee length dress and brown flat shoes. Jackson raised a brow as he saw colorful leaves on her dress and hair. She seemed to be in her mid-twenties, it he was guessing right. Next to her was a girl with short black hair (strips of pink, green, and yellow decorated her hair) and the prettiest violet eyes. She wore a more flowery dress that reached above her knees, but she did seem to have some type of thin green material on her legs, and she wore green shoes. Jackson raised a brow as he figured the girl seemed to be around the age of nineteen or so.

On the other side of the table was Kozmotis, who seemed to be glaring at the older man, and his mother, who was talking to him. Jackson had a feeling Kozmotis didn't like the older guy very well. Jackson remained quite as Blaze walked them to the table, where all three them sat. Kozmotis didn't seem to happy that Blaze was sitting next to him.

Emily smiled when they took their seats. She sat up and began to speak. "Thank you everyone for coming to my annual Thanksgiving Dinner. As you know we spirits don't really need to eat, but we do it to come together as a family."

"So true," the girl in the flower dress said.

"Today I've invited some very important people." Emily shifted her eyes to him. "As you know my father has a younger brother." Kozmotis straighten slightly in his seat. "He was lost to us during the Dark Ages, but my a miracle we finally found him several months ago." The three spirits that Jackson didn't know turned their gazes to them. "My fellow spirits I would like to introduce my uncle and his family."

Emily smiled softly as he and Flee waved slightly at them. "Hi."

The three spirits gasped. "They can see us!"

"Thanks to Mr. Dark and Gloomy," Blaze snickered.

Emily rolled her eyes and shifted her gaze to the other spirits. "Anyway this is Jackson Overland, his sister Flee Overland, and their mother Susanna Overland." Emily turned to him then. "Jackson this is my husband, Father Time." Jackson blinked at the older man, who smiled at him.

"It's very nice to meet you, Jackson."

"This here is my Head of Spring, Flora Flower." The girl in the flower dress beamed at him.

"It's very nice to meet you Jackson and Flee!" Jackson smiled in turn at the bubbly girl.

"This is my Head of Fall, Autumn Leaf." The girl covered in leaves smiled at him.

"It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Overland, Miss. Overland, Mrs. Overland," Autumn said politely.

"And of course you already met my Head of Summer, Blaze Heat."

"Of course they did!" Blaze said cheerfully. "We are all best buddies now!"

Kozmotis scoffed at that. "Over my dead body."

"Aw, what's wrong Mr. Man of Fear? Afraid I'll take them away from your parade?"

Jackson and Flee snickered as Kozmotis glared at him. "I am afraid of no one!" Kozmotis sneered. "I'll have you know you'll have to get through a thousand of my Nightmares before that happens."

Blaze smirked. "I accept your challenge."

Kozmotis growled as shadows began to from and lighten. Jackson and Flee laughed at the incoming fight. I like him already! Best! Thanksgiving! Ever!

Emily glanced out the window, seeing her father's nightmares growing smaller and smaller. She smiled. The dinner came out perfect. Sure, Blaze and her father argued and taunted each other throughout the night, but that was expected.

Emily would have laughed at the overwhelming excitement that filled her. She felt so alive and so very happy. Her family was complete again. Yeah, her mother was gone, but she had gotten over it. She still had her uncle and her father, along with her children and husband. Life couldn't be better.

She turned away from the window and made her way to the bedroom, where she knew her husband would be. Father Time was a wonderful man. He was kind, wise, and a complete know-it-all, literally. He's not the Father of Time for nothing.

She smiled softly as she spotted Father Time sitting in his usual chair. Emily's room consisted of trees and plants. The bed was made from one of her personal enchanted trees. The tree bed was decorated with a cotton mattress, blue cotton blankets, and a variety of pillows in all types of colors. On the far wall she had a desk filled with books and plants, and a big wardrobe for all her dresses she made over the years. Near the window she had a small table with tea cups and plates with two comfortable green cushion chairs.

She walked towards her husband with a smile and sat down gracefully in her chair. She look at him and felt her smile falter. Father Time seemed tense. A grave frown graced his features and his eyes were glowing. Emily felt uneasy for some reason. She was used to seeing him seeing vision of the future. But something in the back of her mind was telling her that what he was seeing would affect her and her family in a horrible way.

She looked at her husband with worry as the glowing began to fade. Blue eyes stared at her with so much despair that it made her heart clench. "What happen?"

Father Time sighed and didn't say anything for a while. Emily bit her lip, waiting for her husband to collect his thoughts. "Two possible futures."

Emily frowned. "Two futures?"

He nodded. "Both show the death of a child." Emily felt her heart freeze in place. No. No! No! NO!

Emily covered her mouth as she stared at her husband with teary eyes. "What did they show?" Her voice trembled slightly.

Father Time rested his hand on hers and gave a small squeeze. "The outcome is unclear," he stated. "War will continue for three centuries, maybe more."

"Because Jackson dies?" She choked on a sob.

Her husband nodded. "In one, he dies and is resurrected by MiM. In the other, you both do it."

Emily was shocked by this. Why would MiM resurrect her uncle? She took a shuddering breath. "What else?"

"That's the tricky part," he said with a frown. "One leads to isolation and pain, confusion, betrayal and false trusts." Emily stiffened. I will not allow that. "The other leads to love and safety, but there will be a great amount of confusion and fear." Emily frowned. This one doesn't sound so good either. It's less, but still.

"The rest is unclear I'm afraid," he continued with a frown. "They keep changing and shifting. But there's one thing that repeats. And I know will come to pass."

Emily saw despair in his eyes. "The child will die." Emily felt the tears fall. "And your father will seek revenge." Father Time gently got up and pulled her into an embrace. "For it is the Guardians fault."