One December night on top of house making snowballs and tossing them in the air with a soft smile. A teenage Jack Frost stood wishing kids believed he was real; he looked to the moon and sighed heavily.
"Why did you bring me here? What is my purpose?"
Jack questioned to the moon. He sighed again and tossed a snowball at a tree. Then around midnight a golden glow filled the streets. Up in the sky on a golden cloud sat the bringer of dreams. Sandman. Jack smiled as he touched the sand that went by him. The sand formed a cat which curled around his neck then disappeared out of sight.
But under the bed of a little girl laid something darker. The bringer of nightmares Pitch Black.
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