Forget Me Not (RotG Fan Fiction)

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

By nightfall, again I was hiding under the trees, trying to hide from the red moon. I’d always suspected it, but it shocked me to my core that it actually would happen. Well, did happen. I should tell Manny, and the rest of the guardians. I tried to get up but a cramp in my leg made me stop moving.

I groaned in pain, sitting up and massaging my cramped leg. Small hot tears rolled down my cheeks, waiting for the pain to pass. It took a minute, but finally I could think again.

I sat there panting a little, drawing my legs towards me. My leg that cramped was a little sore, but I brushed it off, pulling my knees into my chest.

What was I going to say? I had a dream, and then Pitch was in the moon? All the guardians might then believe it more that I am coinciding with Pitch. I ground my teeth together hard, grinding out my rage and frustrations.

Why the hell do I have to deal with this?

I threw off the blankets, the cold air around me rushing into cool my warm skin. I launched myself off the ground, and began walking to North’s workshop.

After a couple steps, a cruel thought entered my brain. I was going to walk up, all the way to North’s workshop, swim across the ocean, and survive? In my state? I didn’t know how I would do it, but I just smiled at myself and began to laugh like I was crazy and on drugs. I turned, and walked to my tree again, where my sweater and pants were drying in the cold air.

I punched the trunk of the tree, small branches nearby shaking with the force. A leaf gently drifted down from a higher branch, and landed in my slightly crazy hair. I walked to the edge of a nearby pond, and gazed down at my reflection. My brunette hair was curly, and unruly, small, tight curls, mixed with long, loose ones. A couple curls were nice, and were soft ringlets, but they didn’t mix well with the other curls.

I ran my hand through my hair, calming it down a little. I dipped my hair in the glacier cold water, and pulled my head slowly from the slow current, squeezing as much water form it was possible. I shook it out, and then brushed through the now knotted straight locks with my fingers, carefully unknotting them. The cool wind grazed my head, chilling me to the bone. I hurried back to my tree, and wrapped myself in the blanket my brother had given me.

If this is what I was going to go through every day for the rest of my fading, then I’d rather go into a coma and fade away peacefully. I threw myself against the tree, out of the now dying sunlight, and hopefully the moonlight.

~Pitch’s POV~

I watched her sleeping. She thought she could hide from me from under the tree, and out of the moonlight? I laughed, even though no one could hear it.

So I reached with my mind, and prodded hers, and easily entered her dream. She was in the field again, this time, instead of frolicing, she was lying in the grass, her spirit cats which I hated so much, lying around her. The sun bathed the field, an old nostalgia waved over my brain. I remember this field now. The second time we met, after we met after we were ‘created’. She was sitting on a rock, and petting a cat. When I approached her, she turned to glare at me, and her cat hissed. The hissing had become a chorus of hissing after that, as the other cats started to hiss at me.

It turned out that I had stepped on a kitten’s tail, and since somehow they were connected to her like my dark sand horses were connected to me, she felt that a little bit.

But now, she was just lying there, her cats almost oblivious to my presence. One of the outer cats lifted it’s head to see me, and then put it’s head down, like I wasn’t a threat.