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LEGEND OF THE BIG FOUR: THE RETURN OF PITCH BLACK

PROLOGUE: The Enemy

July 15, 1296 AD, 8:47 PM.

She lay in wait.

Her eyes narrowed as she thought of her. The girl. The girl she had treated as a daughter for all those years, and never got any thanks for it.

She hadn’t dared to return to the tower—the tower she had called home for eighteen years. Too much of a chance the girl or the thief might come back to it. They believed she was dead.

She nearly laughed aloud at the thought. She—the most learned witch of her time—dead! Yes, she had jumped out of the tower. Yes, she had disappeared into dust once she'd hit the ground. But she was not dead. Not very far from it, but not yet.

As a witch, she had simply vanished into a place no one would ever find her. She was there now, looking into a cauldron with a shimmering potion that showed her whatever she wanted to see. And currently she saw the castle in the kingdom of Corona.

She clenched her arthritic fists as she watched her, watched her walk onto a balcony with her fiancé. The girl. The thief. They were getting married soon, she couldn’t believe it! How dare they, it was as though they were making fun of her memory!

The short brown hair nearly sent the witch into a tantrum of rage. That girl who no longer had her long golden hair, she would pay. She would suffer for—no. The thief. He was the one. He had cut the girl’s hair. He had sent her to this abyss. He had caused her to be old. He had taken away her flower.

He would pay the price.

She would get her revenge by taking away everything he loved, making him suffer, then finally taking his life.

Mother Gothel would kill Flynn Rider and Rapunzel Corona if it was the last thing she ever did.

††

He lay in wait.

Every time he thought about the boy he almost screamed. That boy, the dragon-trainer, he was the cause of all his problems. If only that ninety-pound teenage runt weren’t so smart and resourceful. But then, he wouldn’t be a dragon-trainer if he weren’t.

The dragons on his island were almost not trainable. Except for the boy. If anyone could do it, he could.

But how to get at him? He had tried a direct approach, an attack on the island—

The island.

His old home.

His eyes flashed with rage as he thought about it. Stoick had cast him out for killing a man. All right, so maybe the argument they had had wasn’t worth getting so upset over. But still, that Viking had angered him, and in his eyes, he had deserved to die.

The only way to get revenge was to steal Stoick’s boy. Use him to train all the dragons, then kill him and dump his body on Stoick’s doorstep. Or maybe…He smiled evilly. He would mark the boy as a slave. His slave, the slave of the Chief of Outcasts. Even if Stoick did manage to capture him back, he could never be Chief of the Hairy Hooligan tribe, as the Viking law stated that no one marked as a slave could ever become Chief of any tribe.

Brilliant.

Alvin the Treacherous then swore he would capture Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III if it was the last thing he ever did.

††

He lay in wait.

A bear would normally not be able to think clearly. But he was no ordinary bear.

He remembered the red-haired little wretch. She had ruined his life as a bear. He had enjoyed terrorizing the Scots, had enjoyed taking out his anger on the kingdom of DunBroch.

But the day that princess turned her own mother into a bear, explored his sanctuary, and had the nerve to try to kill him, he had burned with hatred so fierce he had surprised himself.

Then her father’s army had been called and they had nearly destroyed him. Especially the redhead’s mother. As a bear herself, she should have understood him. But she hadn’t. She had tried to kill him like everyone else. And she had then incurred his wrath too.

But all his current problems had started with that girl.

Mor’du decided that Merida DunBroch, and her mother Queen Elinor too, would die by his paw, if it was the last thing he ever did.

††

He lay in wait.

He felt in his black heart that he would rise again, more powerful than ever before. His nightmares and and darkness would reign again. It would be like the earliest times of these Dark Ages, only this time it would never end.

But wasn’t that what he thought before the Guardians had defeated him the second time? He hesitated in his thinking, unsure of himself.

No, he thought, this time I will outwit them all. Even that smart-alecky little ice-slinger.

He felt that help was on the way. Humans. Three of them stood out in his mind. But how could they help him? Why would they help him? They would be just as frightened of him as—

Then he smiled as realized what all three, no, all four of them, including himself, had in common.

Revenge.

Revenge was something to be feared.

Pitch Black vowed he would destroy Jack Frost and the Guardians if it was the last thing he ever did.
Here it is!

The first part of my multi-layered fanfiction installment, Legend of the Big Four: The Return of Pitch Black!

I'm so excited! :happybounce:

Rapunzel, Mother Gothel, Flynn Rider, Mor'du, Merida, and Queen Elinor belong to Disney.
Pitch Black, Jack Frost, Alvin the Treacherous, and Hiccup belong to DreamWorks.
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i have read your story up to ch 10 and i have to say it is amazingly well written and developed i can't wait to read the next chapter =)