CHAPTER 8: SUCCEDING

"okay now...you should be able to create that nightmare" said Pitch, smile still present on his lips

Sandy huffed and started moving his sand in anger. That had been a great crash to his pride...creating a nightmare, learn to use fear...that just made no sense

As he thought that, his sand began protesting, twisting and curling in rage for what the Sandman was trying to do...

Sandy looked above, searching for the man in the moon, just to earn a conforting word, a help, something...but there was nobody. Of course...this was a nightmare, and in nightmares there's no man in the moon...he was alone, facing his fears and trying to do something out of his nature.

Pitch noticed his disconfort and sighed thinking of the first time he had made a nightmare. (now...when was it?!) he thought...500? maybe 600 years ago? he didn't remember, but he remembered the feeling of void that was filled after his first creation. He remembered watching the man in the moon cry and apologize to him for have not been strong enough to protect him from the darkness, and then nothing... he remember walking among streets, not understanding why people couldn't see him and then he realized it, with time...he learned that, for being seen, he had to be believed in...but how?! He found his center in the other's fears and dark secrets...and so he began.

"the Bogeyman" so they called him. In the dark ages, everybody believed in the bogeyman and feared him giving him more power than anyone else. The man in the moon was forced to summon some guardians to keep children safe from that fear...so now seeing one of them facing his same destiny, to look into the darkness finding no one, to look into his soul and finding fear...it was priceless, for the one mentioned, was his "mortal enemy" but it was also sad, because no one should have to feel that way...but what the nightmare king didn't understand, was the huge difference beetween himself and that fluffy creature.

Kozmotis Pitchiner...had been a general and a guard, of what now was his center...he guarded the fearlings' prison with all his might, protecting everyone. He could have been addressed as a hero, as brave and caring towards his family...but...what was Sandy?

Sanderson Mansnoozie...had been a star-pilot always granting all human and non-human wishes from the stars above, giving everyone dreams. He could have been addressed as a hero, as light itself and as caring towards everybody. He was not meant to feel fear and darkness.

After all, Pitchiner had been a guard and was now the one controlling those nightmares...he could create them and control them, therefore couldn't he become a good guy?

That was why the man in the moon wasn't saying anything to Saderson, leaving Pitch in charge of doing that...it was a silent order, one that the nightmare king didn't understand yet, but he began to have some grewing feelings inside of him for the dream-maker, feelings of protection and maybe envy?!. He didn't want to admit it for the sake of his pride and because, after all, Sandy was his enemy.

Pitch was interrupted in his thoughts by the sight of black sand near his position.

He raised his stare to see Sanderson trying to wave around some black sand, he finally menaged to create. To Pitch's surprise, the sand in Sandy's hands formed a black scythe almost as big as Pitch's one. The nightmare king clapped his hands and laughed making the dream weaver look at him

"finally..." he said "trying to mimick my weapons now?" asked, taunting, the Bogeyman as Sandy huffed

"it formed on it's own..." Sandy angrily said throwing the weapon at Pitch who ducked

"woah.." he began "that's a great success" said Pitch as Sandy scratched his head in joy as his sand returned to normal.

"okay rest for a bit and then you're trying again..." Pitch said as Sandy's joy turned in frustration

"isn't one enough?" Sandy asked, well...half-pladed

"not quite" said Pitch enjoying the mad look he got in response "you have to turn all your sand to black, not just a little..." he finished as Sandy sighed frustrated but then smiled

"at least i can fight you with your same weapons..." Sandy said teasing

"ha!" Pitch began "that's just little fear my friend...mine is far worse than that" said Pitch in a joking way as he walked away leaving the sandman alone.