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

.Chapter III.

11 years before Jack Frost and the Guardians defeated Pitch

Grace was sipping tea in the garden,filled with flowers of all kind.The willow tree was the jewel of the garden,the way that Moors planted it had everyone voted for it to be their meeting place.It was no ordinary type of willow,it was the Weeping Willow,the very tree that collect every single drop of tears.Its light,pendulous branch let's hang down to softly brush the ground.There was a pond filled with lilies and koi fishes,with bushes that had red roses growing out of it near the pond.It was common to see a Raven pass by and land on Grace's shoulder;they were her messengers.

She wasn't always kind,as mentioned earlier,she was unpredictable.So,very few except her fellow council members came to ask for her help,well with the situation of Pitch,he would always come for a cup of tea,and for a little chat.He may be manipulative,but indeed,like everyone,he has a sympathetic side.Grace sat down,alone setting her teacup on the table,sighing while placing her book down also.Today,she wasn't dressed in her blue hooded cloak like he usually does in the public.Her chestnut colored hair billowed in the wind,her piercing Brunswick green eyes would once in a while blink.

Still,something bothered her,a part of her mind knew that something wasn't right.She knew that Pitch was scheming something in his mind,and yet she didn't interfere.The cycle will go on,and on,a never ending process...well..at least she thought it was.She flipped the page of her book,only to have the pages disintegrated into dust and flew off with the wind.Venom was in the mist of the scattered pages,smirking all the while before sitting in front of Grace.Likewise his sister,he wore a different attire today.It consists of white gloves on his hands,a long trench black coat with a long red scarf over a dark open suit and a white buttoned shirt with a striped tie,and pants,and as well as boots of the same black color.Time flew,and Grace noticed that what she thought was morning was now night.

He was very calm in any situation,even in life and death.It was revealed during the Dark Ages that not only was he good with strategies and planning,but is also a cruel and merciless person capable of infusing fear on his opponents.No doubt,he is also a gentlemen,being extremely polite not to his allies only,but also to his enemies.He has shown a kind side towards the other council members in private,able to stand Moors' constant crying and depressive ways,and calming Fail down.He's always diligent able to handle any work,stress,or blame on his shoulders,often proven to be a great cook and cooks for the other members.

"Dear sister,would you mind passing the sugar?"He asked as stirring his cup of tea he was preparing for his own self with cream,Grace handed the cup of sugar to him which he said a small 'thank you' by humming.While Grace ate her crepes,and Venom drank his tea,they were comparing plans mentally by tapping.A code,only known by the council members,it was because they were secretive about their plans,even messengers couldn't know it.They were stop abruptly by a caw.Or specifically,a vulture's caw.It stopped down and landed on the table gracefully before handing them a letter that was attached on its leg.

It was from an ally,the Winter King.The very same Winter King that saved his godson,Tsar from Pitch.The letter was short,implying only about Pitch's recent activities and visits to the King.She knew that the Winter King held no grudges against Pitch,but rather was just another victims of the cruel harsh world,just waiting to be saved..

Written on Sunday,9 of April 2018
Word count:738 (not counting this)