Believe in Me

Darkness Will Overcome

Pitch Black stalked the dark hallways of his underground lair, cursing to himself. He felt the sudden uproar of fear in that stupid spirit girl, she must've gotten caught. "Little rat.." He grumbled quietly, shoving the back of his angry hand right through a fearling horse that tried to comfort him. His anger was deserving. First he tried to woo Jack Frost himself, the new "shining star" of the guardians, and was rejected harshly. Now the second spirit he tried to keep under his control was so indilegent as to get herself caught and taken in! He despised spirits, they were like little overactive freaks, the spit outs of the Man in the Moon to take care of the world that he ruled over. How was it fair that each and every one of the brats had a job and yet Pitch's rein was boiled down to fear?! Born to be rejected, born to be hated and disliked, born to be shoved aside.. he hated it! And so he hated all of the little hopes and wonders of the world, wanting to crush them, to send the world back into the darkness he had so shortly reined over and show the cocky guardian maker the true power of fear, force him to regret ever putting Pitch into such a depressing, lonely life. Even his name showed the darkness he was dissolved in, tossed into since his creation! Pitch Black! The utter darkness of the world. As much as he hated the guardians, he felt a longing to be one of them. Every child looked so eagerly towards Christmas or Easter or that moment the next morning when they would rise from their beds and see the glint of a coin peeking out from under their pillows. Every child could rest easy, relax when they knew that the snows of winter would come within the next week or the soft happy dreams would give them a wonderland for a night as they lay their sleepy heads. No child looked forward to the thought of fear though.. they wanted him gone, away. Pitch longed for someone to care about him.. but it would never happen. So he resolved to using the gift the Man in the Moon assigned him, showering the happiness of the world with the meager bits of fear he could conjur up after that long and embarrassing battle. He would always be on the lower end if he accepted it.. he refused to be weak. He wanted power and was going to rip it right out of the smiles of those stupid guardians, pull it right from the minds of the weak, restless spirits that roamed the earth, looking for the purpose that MIM ((abbreviations for "man in moon")) refused to give them until they had lost all hope. Their minds were weak, desperate for a cause, and Pitch was ready to stoop low enough to use that to his advantage, starting with the little fox child that wandered on her own into his lair. MIM wouldnt stop him, no, he would stop it. He would stop the one who put him in this position with his own new soldiers. And as the small girl appeared in the doorway of Pitch's throne room, her head bowed, ears ducked in fear and shame, eyes half closed so that they wouldn't give him the disgrace of having to look into their disgusting and aggrivating light... Pitch Black smiled. "Welcome back, Ilia.." He cooed darkly, his eyes narrowing slightly to further darken his smirk as the small girl blinked up in surprise. He withstood the surprised look from those bright green orbs for the last time. Instead of forcing her to look away, he was going to extenguish that light and every other light around the globe. "We have so much to talk about.."

So I decided to name her Ilia. o.o I thought this was a pretty good chapter despite how short it was and how much thinking was in it. Honestly, if you're reading this before the story and want to skip, its just Pitch's plan against the guardians and Ilia making her way back to his lair.

Ps: Its pronounced "ee-lee-ah" but call it whatever you like if you dont like it @.@ Enjoy!