This is my first ever Guardians of Childhood series fanfiction. I didn't read the whole series, yet. I wish I did. But I couldn't find the books at all.

Katherine never thought she could become what she was now. She never thought such thing was possible for normal human beings, magical or not. She never thought she could awake and find herself as nothing, nothing but a shadow of her past, nothing but a dream, a nightmare, and a mirrored monster.

She was a child, a normal child, someone whom didn't exactly live a normal life. But now, she was someone whom didn't exactly die a normal death.

"Kathrine, where are you?" she asked herself. "I can't see through this darkness, I can't see through these lies."

She found herself crying, crying for who she was, what she had done, and what she will possibly do in the future. She wanted to die in this afterlife, this real nightmare. Because dreams do come true, she thought, just as this one did. This nightmare sort of dream.

What had she ever done do him? What had she ever done to the Nightmare King? Was it enough to bring her where she is now?

"Ah, Katherine, I see you are here. No, you are not Katherine anymore. You are Cauchemar, my daughter, Nightmare," said a familiar voice. "No, stop, don't cry, my daughter. You are fine. You've never cried in Santoff Claussen, why should you cry, here, and now? Aren't you embarrassed to be crying next to your fath-"

"You are not my father," Katherine cut-off, in a stern voice. "You are the father of no one, and will never be anyone's father. What type of father burns there adopted child to ashes, and puts her in an afterlife so horrible, it is a nightmare itself? What type of thing are you?"

Pitch looked shocked. "I am a shadow, King of Nightmares, and you will show respect and respect only to me."

Katherine ignored him and drew her finger around the wet floor. In the dark room, she couldn't see anything. But, everyone preferred it this way, as they would have been burnt down by light. Of course, Katherine wouldn't. She was more powerful than any Fearling; she could control the darkness. She could control it to cover the light from her view, to get it to hide her, to blind her, and to shield her. She didn't want to though, she wanted to have nothing to do with this world, this destruction, but it was in her blood. Her venomous blood.

She traced a picture of Ombric, of Big Root, and of home. The home where I may never return to. Katherine never looked up to her 'father'. She just kept her focus on the boring ground. Without looking up, she said, "Why should I respect you? What right do you have in owning me, like a dog?"

"You live on our lands, you wear our clothes, and you are our kind."

This made Katherine look up. "You dragged me to your lands, you made me wear these black robes, and I- I wish I wasn't your kind."

Pitch slapped her in the face. "Well, you are our kind, and what are you going to do about it? Don't worry. In a couple of years, you will like it."

"In a couple of years? Don't you mean never?" snapped Katherine.

"You are immortal, now, Katherine. You will live to never, forever."

She barely knew what this meant. She barely wanted to know what this meant. She would have to live a life in pain, forever. Or, rather, she would have to live an afterlife in pain. Forever, until never begins.

"Go; dress in your darkest dress. We have some work to do, daughter," assigned Pitch, no emotion in his voice except a tint of a laugh.

"What are you going to do?" gasped Katherine, scared.

"The revenge of the Afterlife."

Now, I know this is really short. But this is just the beginning, and the rest of the chapters will be longer.