First part, I usually call it a prelude or prologue. It is fairly short, but it gives you a taste of the story. I hope you all like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of The Guardians

Darkness is a powerful thing; there is no telling what it can hide in the deepest shadows of the blackest shadow. But there is something even more powerful than darkness.

Fear

Now that is a powerful thing indeed. What can be more powerful than someones fear becoming a reality? What would happen if your darkest fear came true?

When times are hard, fear can drive your very will to live. It can bind you in its will and motivate you to do anything. Fear can rule over entire cities, towns, countries and sometime even the world. Such was the rule of Pitch Black in his prime. This horrible nightmare knew no limit as he drove the people in the little villages nearly mad with fear and grief. People were in his merciless grip; how can you support your family? How can you eat if you have no money? How are you going to work if you don't have a way there? How will you survive? There were so many more questions that he pounded into the heads of anyone weak enough to listen; no one was safe.

It gave him power; it left the rest in weakness. Pitch came to the people in the night, a dark shadow on the moon and drew all of their strength for his own until he was too powerful to be stopped. But…

Pitch had his fears too…

It had never occurred to Pitch that he would fall in love with anyone, even someone that dwelt in the same shadows as he did.

But it was inevitable.

As soon as he lay eyes on Chaya, the shadow princess, daughter of the Shadow King, ruler of the under world, he knew that he was in love. He had never known the feeling and for a time the villages he had for so long terrorized were given a respite as Pitch retreated within himself to deal with this new emotion. Chaya, was the most beautiful women he had ever met before and he could not compute it logically.

She was slim and her curves were soft and subtle. She had hair as black as the raven's tail and her eyes were the most perfect shade of gold; liquid pools of raw topaz, as if something wonderful was hoping to come out into the dark mystery that surrounded her. Pitch felt something he had never felt before when he met Chaya; love and fear. He loved her more than anything he had ever loved before, but he also feared. His greatest fear: that he would one day lose Chaya. It affected every party of him and he no longer felt the desire to purge the nightmares of the people who had been brainwashed in his fear. He wandered aimlessly about in the night for weeks before he saw the princess again. Pitch was utterly in her spell. Being the daughter of such a dark power as the Shadow King, she had a little magic of her own; she controlled the darkness of the night. Pitch could not entirely understand the desire to do good over evil, but he was no less in love with her. The very next time he saw her, Pitch told her of his devotion and much to his unmeasurable joy, Chaya professed her own love and agreed to be his wife.

Unfortunately, her father was not exactly improving of his daughter's choice in suitors. Pitch's choice in using fear for his own good was not pleasing in the great king's eyes. But Pitch could not bear to lose his first and only love. So he made a drastic decision, one he thought he would never have to make in his immortal life.

He withdrew from the world and let fear die in people's hearts. Thus ended the dark ages of fear; hope began to breathe again.

Pitch, gaining the respect of trust of the Shadow King and took Chaya as his bride. Their wedding was dark and intimate, the light of a dying moon lighting up their faces. Pitch took her with him from the underworld.

A beautiful story is it not? This is not the end though.

Not long after a few months of the happy couples lives, Chaya began great with child. They could not be happier, Pitch was ecstatic and could not feel anymore love for his beautiful wife and his soon-to-be child growing inside of her. Nothing could be more perfect. But unfortunately it was not to last.

As Chaya's stomach grew bigger and bigger, her health deteriorated rapidly… Pitch was distraught, he had no idea how he could help his wife. He exhausted his resources and still nothing aided his failing wife. Stress, worry and most of all fear gripped Pitch's heart as he watched the enviable happen before his eyes. He went to everyone and anyone he could think of, but no one could help him and quite frankly no one wanted to. Pitch was not a favourite in the dark world. Pitch pleaded that it was for the good of his dying wife, but no one listened.

Finally, the time of his child's birth arrived and Pitch was never more torn before in his life. He did all he could for Chaya, who was weak beyond believe.

His daughter was born a healthy and beautiful in his very hands and for a moment Pitch believed that nothing this perfect could be ruined. But such was not his luck. The last thing his wife told him, before she was died was:

"Take care of our daughter, Pitch,"

Pitch's heart was broken and expanded all in the same day. Emotions swirled in his mind as he held his new child, staring at the cold face of his late wife. Tears rolled down his cheeks and fell onto his new daughter's cheeks. Pain coursed through his body and he held his daughter to his body and convulsed. Chaya's hand fell from his knee and she was gone from his life. Sorrow reached the roof as Pitch's greatest fear became real. His pain echoed through the mountains and to this day, the cause was unknown.

Soon, Pitch's ears became aware of the screams of his daughter curled in his arms. Heart a mess, he lifted his head to look for the first time at his child. She was beautiful, just as her mother was before her; the same black hair and the same golden eyes. Pitch cried more as she looked back at him, lifting a tiny hand to brush his nose. Nothing could have prepared him for such a heart wrenching and perfect moment, he wept so that his tears fell on her again and she cried more. He knew he had to regain control. His daughter needed him He sniffled deeply as brushed away his daughters few hairs away from her face, smiling pathetically at her.

"I will take care of you,"

But again, Pitch could not have things his way, not even once. He had no idea how to raise a child, much less on his own and he couldn't keep his promise to his wife. He would have to give her up. It broke his heart once again. Someone else would have to be her charge.

Everything hurt as Pitch picked up his daughter several days later, bundled and warm for the harsh weather of a dark winter. He hunched over further and further as he walked through the blizzard, protecting his daughter as much as he could. Finally he found a house he'd seen before and decided. His daughter cried loudly and Pitch shed tears as he kneeled beside her and wept.

"I'm sorry, I am so sorry…" he held his hand to his face as he cried. "I love you, I love you so much… Chaya, your name is Chaya. Soon, I will take you back, but for now, goodbye my beautiful daughter," he leaned forward to kiss her forehead and her cries lessened. Picking up her basket, he tiptoed to the door and left her on the door, lingering a second in agony as his daughter cried out to his leaving, looking down at the face of the one he loved and had loved. Shuddering with tears, Pitch knocked repeatedly on the door before running for cover.

The door opened slowly and the head of a large man poked out. Pitch cringed. He would have to treat her gently. The man opened the door fully, a women behind him watched from the inside. He picked up the basket and looked inside, the women who Pitch assumed to be his wife, joined him and looked at the little crying girl inside. They scanned the outside world, wondering who would leave the child on their door; eventually the cries of the newborn grew louder from the sudden cold and the couple took her indoor. The man looked once more when his wife had the child inside and for a moment, Pitch swore their eyes met, but only for am moment before the man shook his head sadly and disappeared.

Pitch collapsed in the snow, crying harder as he regretted everything that had happened in so short a time. Finally he wiped the tears and looked at the door. His fear slowly melted away as anger took over his heart. He pounded the snowy ground with his hand and growled. Others would suffer for everything he had been through. No one had reached out to help, no one had cared. If only he had known people were so cruel. His reign would be once again. He would have his revenge for the death of his wife and the forced abandonment of his daughter. Soon he would take her back and she would work beside him and they would rule the world together.

"I will have you back, I am not abandoning you. When you are older, I will take you back, I love you my daughter. My Chaya!"

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