Here is my first chapter of my first story! Hope it's ok. Please review so I can continue!

It was two months after the defeat of Pitch Black.

The Guardians were happily doing their jobs with a few nightmares to cope with but everything else was perfect. There was no Pitch in sight! The Guardians even thought that they had actually defeated Pitch once and for all and that they never had to see or battle him again.

But they couldn't be more wrong.

Down in the dark hole. Pitch woke from his slumber. It was dark, but warm. Pitch got up and dusted himself off. He immediately wondered how long he had been in the hole, days, weeks, months, years, decades? After pondering for some time, he recalled how he ended up in the hole in the first place.

Jack Frost

The devil. Pitch's anger started to surge and boil. Now no one believed him, he was back to square one all because of that little Winter Spirit. He raged and called for his horses which grew from the ground that was covered in sand. Pitch realized that he had lost many horses. He needed more, fast. He hitched himself up on one of his horses and summoned it to exit the hole.

Once he was outside. His hand shot up over his face. It was sunny. He made his horse trudge forward through, snow? He heard his horses hooves go crunch crunch crunch on the soft layer of snow. Winter must have just begun. Perfect. Pitch kicked his horse as it neighed and galloped through the forest. Pitch didn't know where to go or what to do but one thing was certain, he wanted revenge, and revenge was best served cold, as cold as Jack Frost.

What is Pitch's Revenge on Jack?

Please review and find out!

-SkatingDJ