Pitch could feel it. Something was off. He woke up and looked around the room looking through the darkness before seeing something at the side of his eye. It disappeared before he got a look and he jumped up with a growl. He got no answer and his hands turned into a fist. “Come the fuck back here!” Pitch ran out into the main room and watched the shadow leave again before a whisper reached his ear. ‘Go back to bed, Pitch.’ He growled but his body obeyed. He stood up straight up and walked back to his bedroom and sat down. His eyes were wide and suddenly his body was his again. He swallowed back his nerves and instantly locked himself into his room. He couldn’t leave less someone finds out what happened. He found a note written down:
“To be free you need to learn something about yourself.
If you break me,
I do not stop working.
If you touch me,
I may be snared.
If you lose me,
Nothing will matter.
What am I?
Unlock the answer and freedom will be yours.”
He paled and swallowed down the lump growing in his throat. How was he meant to get past this. He shook his head and sat back in the bed before pushing the covers over him. He would not let Jack find him now knowing he was to vulnerable to be speaking to the boy.
The boy had kneeled vigilantly by the throne of his king for an hour before getting the courage to get up and check to see if something was wrong. Take me to him, he he ordered and slipped in the shadows quickly appearing to the bedside of Pitch.
“Sir?” Jack spoke softly, concerned that the man might not be feeling well and that he was only going to disturb him. “Is everything alright?”
Pitch’s eyes flew open as he heard the boy’s voice echo in his mind before realizing it was reality and the spirit stood beside him. He was quick to grab the note and keep it away from Jack’s gazing eyes not wanting for Jack to know what had happen. He was meant to have control and this took over thing every way.
“I’m-“ He was fine but the words weren’t forming. “I’m fine.” It wasn’t an order so he didn’t have to tell the boy the truth but he could feel the nagging in the back of the mind and he sat up. “What is it you need, Frost?” Fuck. It was a usual question for him to ask but depend on how Jack would respond he could be ruined. He did his best to keep his face calm as he sat up and looked over the spirit.
