The Moon's Light ➶ Rise of the Brave Tangled Frozen Dragons [ON HOLD!!]

Chapter 35

Hey guys, yep... I'm not dead. Yea sorry about that, but after my finals I've been so relaxed that I learned how to sleep again XD. I just decided that I should take some time to relax so I wanted to at least get a week off and get myself put together before I actcually start on writing. But, now I'm getting right back to work. So, it's been taking me some time to make some more chapters, but I'm doing all I can.

So... I wanted to dedicate this chapter to someone who has been the most awesomest person ever!!! Like seriously, I love you girl; you have been so kind and you've supported this series so much... Literally when you were binging through the chapters, my phone was literally blowing up in the middle of the night (I was having a little rave since my favorite song with the ringtone XD). Seriously @Flashlight05 you are so amazing, and I want to thank you by giving you this chapter; I know how much you wanted this and I rushed to get this done...

Anyways, hope you guys enjoy the chapter...

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Once I feel my feet plant firmly on the stone floor, I finally let out the air I kept trapped inside. With the stress pounding against my head, I count backwards starting from ten and clench my fist. I don't know how long I can keep this anger in. Too much happened in the last few minutes, so much that I never thought would've happen in the first place.

Why would my mother decide to come back now, of all times? She's the reason why I even dared to hurt the two people I care about most.

Did the Guardians know who she was to me? No, they possibly couldn't; if they didn't know who I was as a child, then they wouldn't have known the truth. I suppose I'll just have to take that frost bite's word for it. But, that doesn't matter. My mother... that woman probably forgot all about me; she only came back because I chose Pitch's side over the Guardians. I can't believe she thinks he's the most evil of them all. She thinks she knows best, but she doesn't know everything. She was quick to judge the person who helped me and was quick to think that I was brainwashed by him.

How could she think her own father is truly a horrible being? And, how dare she think I'm so weak? A little family reunion and she thinks I'll walk back to the Guardians; not a chance. All she did was fuel my anger. After all, I did grow up without some guidance; I grew up to fear who I was. Because she gave me up, I was destined to fall into the darkness. She, and whoever my father is, gave me this fate the minute they let me go.

With these thoughts cutting through my mind, I growl. I clench my fist so tight that I thought I would draw blood. But, the adrenaline wouldn't allow me to feel the pain. I need something else to relieve this pounding stress, even if it's just for a minute. I slowly loosen my tight fist, and in a blink of an eye, I flick my wrist. Then, the stones from a near-by stairwell explodes and hints of the debris and black sand dusts its surroundings. While the dust began to settle, I wheeze in and out breaths of air (dusty air, to be correct). Some of the weight manages to fall off my shoulders; I will have to say, that was definitely better than breaking plates.

But... I just want to forget all of this.

I dip my head down and lift my hands to my temples. This headache sure wasn't going away but breaking something was worth a shot. But, it was better that I didn't break something of my own; the lair didn't necessarily belong to me.

While rubbing my temples, trying to ease the headache, I couldn't help but feel as if I was being watched. I wasn't alone anymore. "Who's there?" I call out.

The person sighs, and I hear footsteps coming closer to me. "Well, quite the mess you made. I should really keep a closer eye on you or, at least, start hiding breakable items," Pitch comments.