Pitch's POV:
It was so dark, I feel as if I'm fading away. My own power and weapon was put against me, how did this happen? Oh, right. It was that Jack Frost. The thought of him made my blood boil, I felt anger build up in me. No Pitch, calm down.
I struggled to get away from my shadows. No fears Pitch, no fears. I try to feel no fear, but I can feel it creeping on my shoulders and building inside of me. "I can't let my own shadow get to me" I whispered to myself. I kept on limping until I found a tower.
"Great a tower! How the frick am I going to get up there!?" I exasperated. I began to limp away when I noticed sand on the ground. I bent down and let the sand fall in between my fingers. "This is no sand, this is ash" I gave myself one of my evil smirks and thought of a plan. Black ash is just as good as black sand.
Someone's POV:
"Things are going as they are destined to be, soon the moon and sun will meet" I said to myself as I looked up at a portrait. "And then it is up to them to finish the rest of the story."
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Golden
Teen Fiction"Run!" he screamed at me. I didn't want to let him go, I can't lose him again! I closed my eyes and clung onto him. "No!" I cried. All the sudden, I felt like I was being choked. I couldn't gasp for any air, I struggled to breathe. I opened my eyes...
