Act I.Dare to Hope (A ROTG/GOC Fanfiction)

.Chapter II.

Fat tears ran down Moors cheeks as he cried-once again-over nothing,nothing,or so the other council members thought.It was infuriating as tears leaked out of his golden eyes,'How could I be so blind?'He thought of something was stuck in his mind forever as he cried,his flame extinguished with Ernaline at his side,comforting him about his past.Literally,no one knew his past except for Ernaline,her calm face while patting Moors' back.Her fingernails were careful not to cut the poor boy's robe.He clawed at Ernaline black cloak in almost a desperate way,like every victim that was full of pain.

It was nearly nighttime when pain,yes pain,she felt waves of pain radiating off Moors in a stressed way,she knew his backstory,she knew.Moors' face behind the mask was filled with terror and agony as he clawed at her cloak in pain,his pale hands left a scratch where ever it went but that didn't bother her.Tears soaked her cloak as Moors cried in a more twisting way,Ernaline's stomach churned whenever she heard a cry or plead.He cried,every tear was like a crystal slipping off his mask to the floor.She knew-that Moors was crying over a nightmare,it was no joke,she knew,it was like a motherly instinct.Quite to her dismay,the nightmare was about other spirits,a spirit had once passed through him,like he was nothing.It was cold,and empty.Other spirits didn't know what being a myth among spirits felt like,it felt..like a void.Moors' body felt limp in Ernaline's arms and his tears stopped,letting him regain his breath slowly.She cradled him like a child,humming a soft tune that could only reach his ears.

" Lullaby and goodnight,with pink roses bedight,

With lilies o'er spread is baby's sweat head.

Lay thee down now and rest,may thy slumber be blessed,~

Lay thee down now and rest,may thy slumber be blessed,~

Lullaby and goodnight,you are your mother's delight.

Shining moonbeams beside my darling abide,"

Ernaline carried Moors to his room,where in the center was a king-sized bed,with grey and white,silk blankets.His room was very tidy with a lantern nearby with moonbeams from Tsar,two windows near them,so the Moon would always be watching him.There was also a bookshelf filled with books and a cabinet with his clothes;worn during meetings.She lay Moors on the bed carefully and covered his body with a blanket,continuing the song with a hushed tone:

"Sleepyhead,close your eyes,

Mother's right here beside you.

I'll protect your from harm,

You will wake in my arms.

Guardian moonbeams are near,

So sleep on,with no fear.

Guardian moonbeams are near,

So sleep on,with no fear.~"

She stopped the song,and kissed Moors' forehead before closing the door a little,leaving the room dimly lighted with Moors' head with dream sand onto of him and shining moonbeams.But not before whispering one more sentence to him,"Goodnight,my Moors.".And the door was shut by Ernaline,leaving the room with Moors inside,or so she thought.Pitch had been watching,intrigued,lured by the past and his daughter,and the way Ernaline cradled it like it was a child.The moon was looking down at the room,filling half of it with moonlight.Pitch walked to the child,carefully,and slowly before kneeling down at the child's height.Part of his mind was screaming,'Corrupt his dreams!' or 'I have no time for children!',but he didn't care.There was also a tiny part of his mind screaming that he should turn Moors into his Fearling Prince,but he didn't.

He brushed his fingers against the black hair,wary about avoiding the dream sand and the moonbeams,he smiled,not a wicked smile,but a smile full of joy and wonder!He sighed,looking up to the moon,whispering,a small reluctant,"Thank you.".He stayed there for a few hours,before,reluctantly leaving the room to spread more nightmares;but left a note there for Moors saying:

Dear Moors,
I know you may not know me,my name is Pitch Black.I am a close colleague to your mentor,
I would appreciate it if you were awake the next time I visit;it's very irritating.But no worries,I didn't plagued your mind with my nightmares.

Love,Pitch Black.

Written on Monday,9 of April 2018
Word count:769 (not counting this)

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