Chapter 1

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It was cold, and it was dark. I wasn't scared, for I had no reason to be. It was around midnight and yet again I was sneaking out of the tower. As I stepped out on to the grass, I felt my leather boots sink into the mud and smiled. I never came out often cause father wouldn't let me, but today was the day I would change that. As I walked through the woods, I took in the fresh scent of the lake and the fresh water that fell into it. It was a beautiful place to be. The wind blew through the bushes and brushed my cheeks like a kiss. Although I wished it was real. When I reached the woods' center, I scanned the area. No one. Just as I thought.

Before I could take it in, I heard a silent whisper blow through my ear. Again, it felt like a kiss. I turned around, but saw no one. Thinking, I knew it wasn't a coincidence. Just the other day, I was out here in the same place and felt the same thing. A light kiss, almost like a whisper, brush against my cheek. I followed the whispers cause who knew what hey could be. Silently I prayed they weren't nightmares. Father would have been so angry if he found out I was sneaking out. When I reached the square of the woods, the whispers stopped.

As I looked around, I realized that I was going in circles. "I'm all alone." I thought out loud. I made a slight laugh, and looked up at the sky. Those same stars were out again. I watched as they floated around, the light they shined flickering. Suddenly, a figure blurred my vision. Gasping at the sudden movement, I backed away. The shadowed figure laughed and moved closer.

"It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you.." When I looked back up at him, i didn't smile.

He had black cut short hair, and there was no doubt about his smirk that I knew he was trouble. His cold black eyes scared me most, as if they were looking deep into my soul. "Who are you?" I asked shakily. I really hoped he didn't say he was a night caster. It was very common to find night casters now. I just recently found out that my father, Pitch Black was recruiting people who would join his army against Jack Frost. No one liked him, for he was the only person who could out power my father. Night casters where trained and had the power to create darkness and nightmares. Almost like a nightmare horse itself, except they were mostly human. He looked away. "Why should I tell you?"

I stood up, arms crossed. "I know you're working for Pitch. You're one of his recruited night casters aren't you?"
"Woah slow down there, I never said I was-"
"I'm not afraid of you." I blurted, swallowing my pride.

Who was a kidding? I was terrified of him. Before I could think his answer over, he continued to speak. "Why are you out so late huh? Are you afraid of someone? Or is that just me?" He chuckled, but I didn't laugh. I didn't think this was funny, and neither should he. "I don't need to tell you! You're the one who came to me in the first place!" Thinking this over he backed away. I had obviously made a point. Smirking, I continued "Don't have anything to say now huh?" He smiled "Don't be smart with me Angel. You'll regret it...." Angel? Why would he call me angel? I had barely known him for less than 10 minutes and he already had a pet name for me. I chuckled at the thought.

"I don't care. Your the least of my worries right now."

I answered, looking away. He moved forward, carrying his stick thing with him. "If I may ask, what tops your worry list?" I could tell he was smiling, but I knew if I didn't answer him he'd start annoying me all over again. "My past." He leaned against a nearby tree and shook his head. Great. What did I say wrong this time. Instead of criticizing me, he smiled. "I'm gonna need more than that angel." I rolled my eyes. "Sometimes I get flashes of my past. They were good memories I'm sure, but I can never make out a full image. I see a woman, from when I was little. She was smiling at me and I remember her telling me to look at the stars when I needed help, and they would help me. I think she was my mother, but my father said that he raised me on his own.

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