Curiosity and Nightmares 7

Curiosity and Nightmares

Rating: M (T for now)

Pairing: BlackIce

By: Shadako [FF] Cuz is Hot [DA]

Seventh Chapter: Invitations and battle plans.

Golden eyes glare daggers at the wide open archway; witnessing other beings passing the threshold with no difficulties whatsoever. Some of them he knew; had come across in the past or just heard about before. Others were nothing but strangers to him, but he still could tell from their mere appearance that they held great power of sorts. Pitch's gaze lingered on a small group of nymphs, marching proud and elegant, the one leading them greeting the yetis guarding the entrance with a sharp nod. They were a rare sight in this realm. He actually pitied North a little for having to deal with them. Their kin was known for their arrogance and belittling nature towards those they deemed lesser creatures.

The ethereal beauties were followed by a towering man, long beard almost reaching the ground, heavy antlers growing from his head. His lower body that of a steed; he was even taller than North’s bulky yeti’s. Pitch didn't recognize this particular spirit, but the ancient magic surrounding him was strong.
After these guests of the guardians had entered the fortress - like workshop, only a few armoured warriors remained outside and within the Shadowmancers view. Apparently elves from some realm Pitch couldn’t bother to recognize right now; standing watch alongside the hairy beasts North called his guards. With a scoff the dark spirit turned around, stalking away from the mouth of the ice cave he had chosen to hide in. It was pathetic; really.

That someone like him had to watch from afar while those light preaching fools entered without hindrance. Annoyed with the fact that he couldn’t get past the magical defences of the workshop, Pitch glared at the shadow mare that had accompanied him here. Not that she was at fault; he just needed something to take his anger out on. The nightmare didn’t seem to mind; glad that she was receiving attention from her master at all.
Pitch had already figured out that the powerful wards and spells woven around the pole were to keep everything uninvited out; he just hadn’t expected them to be powerful enough to keep him out as well. Especially with his newly acquired strength; thanks to the fear and terror the Lich King had ignited within the mortals of this world. How bothersome...

So he couldn't get into the guardian's headquarters the way he usually did; no shadow magic or dark power would take him inside. Neither could he send any of his nightmares to keep watch of what was going on in the warded building. He was left to sulk in some cave craven into one of the old glaciers, unable to get a look at what those fools were planning. The tendrils of shadow slithering from his robes seemed to sense the mood of their master turning grim and cloaked the whole cave into blackness, swallowing every flicker of light. Soon the icy walls looked like a dark hole in the blinding whiteness of the north pole.
Stepping up to his mares’ side, Pitch let his eyes roam over the towering building once more. A wicked smile tugged on his lips as an idea struck him. One pale hand came up to absent mindedly pet the strong neck of the shade. “Well, looks like we need to find someone to beckon us in. And I know just the right person to do so.”
The horse snorted softly in agreement; knowing exactly who it was her master had in mind. Not that she really liked the idea; but the boy truly was their best shot at getting access to Santa’s Workshop.  

~.~.~.

Jack took a deep breath; trying his best to just relax in his room and not think too much about everything he was missing out on. Despite himself and his curious nature he had listened to North for once; staying out of the way while these so called allies arrived. The bulky Russian had insisted on calling a meeting with some other magical beings to discuss the situation at hand. And of course; Jack had been excluded yet again; the other guardians claiming him to be too young and inexperienced. And too annoying and ill - mannered; though those had only been Bunny’s words...

The winter spirit rolled his eyes while he recalled the furry guardian arguing that Jack would for sure insult their guests in some way even before he had spoken the first sentence to them. Really now? What did that stupid kangaroo think he was? Some kind of retarded kid that wasn’t able to have a normal conversation with anyone without offending them somehow? It was frustrating; really. Well, truth be told Jack wasn’t exactly known to be polite and show the proper respect to those above him, but still. They could have at least allowed him to tag along during that stupid meeting and watch. It’s not like he could actually offend anybody by just being there, now could he?
He had given in when Tooth had smiled at him apologetically and explained that some of their guests were just not used to being addressed in any way but formal and with great respect. She claimed some of them to be royalty of other realms’ races and Jack really hadn’t faced anybody of royal blood before. So he naturally had no real idea how to treat these people. He had left after that; but not without pouting and muttering a few choice curse words. Ever since then he had just lurked around his room; watching the transformation from North’s workshop into a magical fortress with little interest. It turned boring pretty fast when you weren't allowed to get a closer look at anything.

So the guardians were about to have their possibly greatest fight; forming an alliance with other mythical beings and races from realms Jack hadn’t even know existed. Everything to defend humanity from an insane Necromancer, and all he could do was sit around and watch. From afar. If that wasn’t just amazing and fun the frost spirit didn’t know what.
All sarcasm aside; to say that the guardian of fun was pissed at his friends was not even close to what he felt. It was beyond the younger spirit why the others would treat him like this; excluding him from even making plans against this villain guy. He could understand to some degree that they would be worried about him in a fight. Not that they needed to be; but this was something else entirely. It was as if they didn’t want him around at all. And from past experience Jack could tell for sure that he didn’t particular enjoy being cast out; no matter the supposedly good intentions the others might have this time.  

But what could he do; really? He had already tried to sneak out and steal a few glances at the arriving allies. Much to his dismay he hadn’t made it very far, some quite grim looking Yetis spotting him in no time. The disapproving look he had earned from the Sandman after being caught forcing him to retreat to his room once more. So there was no way he would find out what was going on in that giant hall North had prepared for the meeting. It wasn’t like Jack could just go invisible, sadly.

~.~.~.

It had been a while since the big meeting had started; the halls gone silent aside from the occasional Yeti guard passing trough. Jack still lay on his bed, toying with his staff while he listened to the howling wind outside. It had started to snow some time ago and the change in weather had actually lifted the guardians’ spirits a bit. At least now it suited his mood. The boredom was really starting to get to him though, and Jack actually contemplated to leave his guest room in search of Phil just to annoy the furry guy.
Just when he was about to get up his eyes caught sight of movement in front of the window. He got up swiftly, grasping his staff and walking over to pull the ugly curtains back. There was nothing outside; at least nothing Jack could see. With a raised eyebrow he set his staff aside to open the window; his natural curiosity outweighing the feeling in his gut telling him not to. Once the cool breeze carried snowflakes inside his room the spirit leaned out somewhat, bracing his hands on the windowsill.

A startled yelp was all Jack managed when his eyes met dead on with those of a creepily familiar nightmare materializing right in front of him. Stumbling back into the room ungracefully, the spirit leapt for his staff. Quickly rising to his feet again, weapon pointed at the creature. “You again?! Oh, come on! How did you get this close?”
A light chuckle was his answer when Pitch appeared out of thin air as well; comfortably seated on his trusty mares’ back. The wind and snow not bothering him the least. Legs crossed and his chin propped up on one hand; smirk right in place. “Hello to you too, Jack.”

The guardian glared at the dark spirit; dropping his defensive stance and instead crossing his arms in front of his chest. Trying hard to ignore the burning eyes of the nightmare drilling imaginary holes into his head, Jack looked up at Pitch. “Seriously, what is it with you and scaring the crap out of people?”
The dark spirit just shrugged. “Old habits die hard, I guess.” Jack rolled his eyes at that. Well, at least now he had some entertainment; even if it was the bad kind. He turned around, slumping back down on the colourful sheets of his bed. “What do you want? I’m kinda busy, you know?” It was close to impossible to miss the annoyance dripping from Jack’s voice. Pitch managed to ignore it anyway. Like he always did. “I bet.” With a snicker the older spirit gestured towards the; aside from Jack empty; room. “All the stress must be killing you.”

Clearly not amused the winter spirit only showed Pitch the finger. Paying the rude gesture no mind, the Shadowmancers’ wicked grin widened. “Very mature; Jack. I can hardly understand why you are here all by yourself and not chatting with the otherworldly ambassadors right now. They would sure be impressed with your conversational skills and manners.”
That comment managed to piss the frost spirit off even more; if that was still possible. Why was everybody going on about him being immature lately?! It was beyond frustrating; really. He wasn’t some stupid child! With a death glare directed at Pitch he sat up again; throwing his arms up.

“My ‘conversational skills and manners` are perfectly fine, okay?! It’s not my fault everybody deems me to be some sort of socially awkward child with zero to none experience in combat! I can handle myself just fine.”
With a frustrated huff the youngest guardian crossed his arms again; grinding his teeth. He instantly regretted his outburst when he heard the dark being laugh. Great; just what was missing to make this day even more amazing. Jack really wished he could just slam the window shut and into Pitch’s face. The other spirit seemed to have a hard time sitting up straight while he was still laughing. Well, at least one of them was having a good time...

“Did you just come here to mock me, or is there some kind of actual reason for you being here?” The tone in Jack’s voice made it very clear that he was not in the mood for pointless banter. Especially not when its main subject was to make fun of him. Barely hiding his smirk Pitch turned serious again; gesturing towards the window.

“Actually, yes. I’m here because; unfortunately; there is no other way for me to access the building right now.” Jack raised an eyebrow at that, thinking for a moment before it dawned on him what the dark spirit was getting at. His face lit up somewhat when realization hit him. “So not even you can get in without being invited, huh?”
This time it was the frost spirit that grinned smugly at Pitch. The others' obvious inability to get into the workshop with the magic wards in place rather amusing to Jack. The older spirit answered with a flat tone while paying more attention to his nails than to the boy. “It seems so.”

“Well, some great Nightmare King you are; can’t even get in without the help of someone with lacking conversational skills.” Pitch paid the mockery no mind; knowing that he would lose this argument. It didn’t sit well with him, but he indeed needed Jack to get in. So with a sigh and a slight nod he repeated his answer from moments ago, any enthusiasm missing in his voice. “It seems so...”
With a snicker Jack stood up from the bed again; glad that he finally had the last word in an argument with Pitch. “Alright, you have my permission to enter.”

With a smug look on his features Jack stood by while Pitch vanished into nothing only to reappear inside Jack’s room. The dark spirit was clearly none too happy about needing the winter spirits’ permission for anything, but it couldn’t be helped.
“Why, thank you, oh great guardian...” With fake admiration in his voice Pitch gave a mocking bow in front of Jack. The younger one just rolling his eyes, dismissing the annoying Shadowmancer with a flick of his wrist. Whatever; he still had needed help to get in.

“So? Aren’t you here to spy on the others or something? Why not go and do that instead of granting on my nerves.” It was Pitch’s turn to raise a brow at the other spirit. “Not that I'm complaining, but since when do you just allow your enemies to enter and watch secret mission meetings of your dear friends? Feeling a bit traitorous today, Jack?”

The fun guardian only shrugged. Dire situations called for drastic measures; and Jack sure as hell wouldn’t just sit around all day and wait for the others to fight the new enemy on their own. Not if he had any chance to participate.
He was a guardian as well; inexperienced and immature or not. And he would be part of this plan, no matter what North or Bunny said. If he needed Pitch’s help to do so; fine. Besides, it wasn’t as if the nightmare king could do much while within the highly guarded Workshop. And as Pitch had stated himself; he wanted the Lich King to go down just as much. “We aren't  exactly enemies at the moment, remember? You agreed to this temporary truce as well.”

Pitch couldn’t hide the frown on his face. Right. They were kind of working together... for now. Well, at least he didn’t need the assistance of any other guardian but Jack. That was something, wasn’t it? It sure would be quite a bit harder to convince the angry Easter Bunny or skittish Toothiana that they had to join forces. Without getting himself attacked before he even had a chance to speak. There was just no way he'd ever work together with the rest of them. Well, dire situations called for drastic actions. For now he would gladly accept the frost boy's help.

“Besides; since no one is telling me anything here; what other options do I have? Better you tell me what they are planning then no one. So, why don't you get going?”
The dark spirit rolled his eyes at the teens words. That boy sure was feeling safe in here to talk to the Boogeyman like that. But what did it matter right now? He was inside the workshop and no one but Jack knew. It was what Pitch had wanted in the first place, to gather information without raising suspicion. So who was he to argue, if Jack wanted to make this easy on him? With another fake bow and a sarcastic ‘of course, oh high and mighty guardian.’ the Nightmare King vanished into the shadows again, now able to roam the workshop of North freely. He still had to be careful to mask his powers and dark aura, of course. Some of the guests surely wouldn't be pleased to meet him. At all.

While he searched for the hall the meeting was held in, he couldn’t help but feel a bit like the frost spirits errand boy somehow. To think that he actually did what Jack had told him... Well, this had been his own plan from the start, but it still irked him somewhat.

~.~.~.

Blue eyes watched the creature left floating outside the window; wind lashing mercilessly against the nightmares’ flank. She grunted and whined; agitated that her master had left her alone. Alone with that awful boy no less. Her glowing eyes followed his every move like a predator. Oh how she despised that kid. The nerve of that boy to talk to her master like that! If only she could trample him for good in his sleep...
Jack walked up to the window; smiling deviously at the mare. The very one that had followed him around like some stupid dog, mind you. He wasn’t sure how; he just knew it was the same one. And right about now it was payback time. That shadow wasn’t the only one who could be a bitch here. Perched on his elbows, Jack leaned onto the windowsill once again, looking the creature straight in the eye.

“What’s wrong; missing the Boogeyman already? Too bad, because it looks like you weren’t invited in, horsey. So have fun in the snowstorm.”
With those words Jack turned around and slammed the window right into the baffled shadows muzzle. Not able to suppress a laugh the spirit returned to his bed, laying back down and waiting for Pitch to return. The mare was left outside in the biting wind and snow; silently fuming. Her sharp whine was drowned out by the howling wind. It too somehow seemed like  it was mocking the nightmare. She glared harder at the spirit inside, who pointedly ignored her. So the boy wanted to play dirty? Oh, he was on...

~.~.~.

Pitch’s attention was ripped from the scene in the great hall below him by the distant cry of outrage. One that clearly belonged to his nightmare. For a brief moment he wondered if he should go check on her, but decided against it. Whatever the stupid creatures' problem was, it surely couldn’t be that severe. The golden gaze flickered back to the people below; currently engaged in a heated debate on how the undead menace that was the Lich King could have escaped from his prison.

A beautiful, pale elven priestess with blonde hair had risen from her seat, claiming the stupidity of the dark elves to be the reason. Their underground realm supposedly too close to the nether world and a possible escape route for the banished Necromancer. The old drow king defending his people just as viciously; completely ignoring a feathered maiden who shrieked at him from the side. The harpy ambassador going on about the selfishness of the dark elves and their unhealthy obsession with unholy magic. North rose as well, attempting to calm the furious blonde priestess, but only succeeding in making her angrier. An ethereal looking nymph joined in on their argument, claiming the beautiful elves to be too arrogant and vain to ever take the situation seriously. Well, they sure were accomplishing a lot down there.

All in all the whole meeting room was a mess of different voices and languages. The nightmare king had to lift one hand to his mouth to stifle his laughter. That’s just what he had imagined a meeting of the rulers and kings of the different realms to be like. It was hilarious, really! And to see the old guardian trying to get everything back in order was just too good to pass up. Not that he wasn’t a bit concerned about the fate of the mortal world; but he hadn’t expected anything different. There was a reason why the forces of everything good and holy only joined when the situation got dire. Namely, that they would end up engaged in a shouting match about who was to blame for what every time they met. It was probably in the nature of otherworldly politics to end up in arguments and pointless banter. Or any politics, for that matter.

The dark spirit observed quietly from the shadows; smirking when the Easter Bunny got talked down by a female drow for his tunnels being a nuisance to every other magical being living below ground. And him smelling like wet sheep, apparently.
A booming voice that seemed to come from every direction at once finally managed to shut everybody else up. The tall bearded Taur, raising a wooden staff that emitted an eerie green glow, now having all eyes on him. It was obvious that the ancient being was powerful and held a high status amongst the holy court. No one dared to raise their voice against his plea for silence.
After everyone had settled once more, the old demigod nodded towards North for him to continue. The bulky guardian stood from his seat; now able to speak without interruptions. A friendly smile was directed at the bearded Taur before the guardian went on with his speech.

By the end of the meeting Pitch’s attention began to drift. They sure were dragging this out unnecessarily. Not that the great rulers and high ones had made great progress so far. They had agreed on the Lich King being a threat to be taken seriously and that he could not be allowed to roam free. But that was pretty much everything they could agree on. North and the other guardians had spoken their plea for assistance in defending this world; to which most of the members of the holy court seemed to be quite sympathetic. But to Pitch’s surprise not all of them; some declaring that they had their own worlds to defend in one pointless war or another. So after more heated debate and a few accusations and some shouting, the meeting was deemed to be over.

The towering demigod with the long beard and booming voice assuring North that the guardians could count on his assistance. With slightly less enthusiasm the group of nymphs declared the same; promising to send a few powerful sorceresses to aid in battle. Clad in silver armour and armed with an quite impressive great sword, the commandant of the drow army assured their cooperation. Some of his man staying in the Workshop as guards while he would return to their capital to prepare his troops for battle. The war lusty underground elves were always up for a fight, and the Necromancer and his army of the dead seemed to be a worthy foe.

To Pitch’s surprise even the pretty elf priestess promised Toothiana that the elven archers would be a formidable defence when it came to protecting the palace of the Tooth fairy. Well, females had to stick together, probably. Bunnymund had taken to instruct the harpy warriors and their queen as to where he needed them as scouts to track down the banished Lich King. Sanderson looked a bit helpless all the while; no one getting what he was trying to say. Or rather, tried to symbolize. A dark elf knight watching his sand language with raised brows while a water nymph was giggling about the cute little guy soaking up the droplets she sprinkled on his feet. Helpful much, wasn't he.

~.~.~.

Well, apparently the guardians weren’t as helpless and clueless as Pitch had expected them to be. But still, even with the aid of their new allies, he doubted that they would give the undead monster a run for it. But at least he didn’t have to worry about the mortal world falling victim to the damned souls within a days’ time. Satisfied with the fact that he at least had some time to find a weapon that could bring their enemy down, the dark spirit retreated from the great hall. By now it was getting a bit annoying to suppress his own aura so much. Slipping through the shadows he made it back towards the room where Jack was impatiently waiting for the dark kings' return. Bored out of his skull, mind you.

“So, you say we have an army ready to fight that guy, strong allies and the forces of magic and light on our side. Why shouldn’t we win?” Jack was lounging on his bed; one arm resting comfortably behind his head while the other held his staff lazily. From what Pitch had told him, it sounded as if the guardians would have the situation under control again pretty soon. With a sigh the older spirit let his gaze trail over his furious nightmare; still in front of the window. Poor thing was half frozen. The guardian of fun sure held grudges.

“Because he cannot be defeated so easily. A weapon is needed that will be able to not only strike him down, but drain his powers from him as well. That's the only way to get rid of him for good.” Jack turned his head towards the dark being, seated on the desk of North’s guest room once again. With the hand holding his staff hanging limply off of the beds edge, Jack coated some of the shadowy tendrils from Pitch’s cloak with a fine layer of frost. His antics went either unnoticed or ignored. “Well, then why don’t they just get a weapon that can do that?”
With a look that clearly asked the frost spirit if he was stupid, the Shadowmancer shook his head slightly.
“It’s not like that would be easy, you know? And besides, I doubt that the guardians or their allies are even aware of the fact that such a weapon will be needed. They probably think cutting his head off will be enough.” Jack raised an eyebrow at that; stopping his work with the dark spirits cloak. “Why wouldn’t they know?”

“It wasn’t them who defeated the king of the dead the last time, remember?” It took a moment but the white haired spirit recalled the images made of shadows Pitch had shown him the other day. It had been the high court of the netherworld that had sealed him away and stripped the lich of his powers the last time. That’s right; so how would the guardians know what the court of the world below did to get rid of that guy? They had no idea that they needed a special weapon to take him down. They would undoubtedly lose any battle against him, if they didn’t have any means to take away his powers and set the devoured souls free again. “Right... Well, we have to tell them.”

The look Pitch gave him made it pretty clear that it was a stupid idea. Yeah, it probably was. What could he do? Walk up to North and tell him that he had been spying on them? Oh, and let Pitch in to do so, by the way. As well as agreeing to a truce with the enemy. And that said enemy had somehow given Jack viable information on to how to defeat the Lich. And that Pitch was totally not planning to betray them or anything, nope. Oh, and while he was at it he could add the fact that MiM thought it to be a great idea for Jack to marry Pitch and have lots of happy children. Yeah, that sure would go over smooth...
The winter spirit cringed a bit when he realized that none of the other guardians could ever know about his truce with Pitch. Or the other things that had transpired between him and the dark spirit these last days. The memories of the last time his friends had deemed Jack to be a traitor were still fresh. And if possible the boy would like to avoid a repeat of Bunny telling him that he couldn’t be trusted. As much as he hated to admit it, that had hurt pretty bad.

“Okay, so we can’t tell them; obviously...” Blue eyes did their best to avoid golden ones; the memory of the super awkward conversation with the Man in the Moon stuck in Jack’s head once again. “Then what do we do? Just let them walk to their doom, hoping they will figure some way to defeat the Lich King out on their own?”
A smile tugged at pale lips when Pitch imagined the guardians and their little light preaching friends getting torn apart by the Necromancer. He had to admit that he truly would like to see that. But then again, saving his power source from being wiped out was more important than revenge.

“As entertaining as that would be-“ Those words earned the Shadowmancer a glare from Jack. “- I doubt they would find a way before they are all ripped to pieces. And fighting an undead army made of magical creatures as well as humans won’t be that much fun.” Just the thought of the guardians coming back to life to haunt him after having their souls sucked out... no, he'd rather avoid that.

“So if we want to save these pathetic mortals and their world, we better find a suitable weapon on our own. Before your little friends charge into a lost battle without it.” Jack’s features lit up immediately. Of course, why hadn’t he thought about that before?! No one had to know that he had teamed up with Pitch! The Nightmare King could just show up during the final battle and strike the Lich King down. The world would be safe, the guardians would win, Pitch could keep his powers and Jack had done something to protect what was important to him as well! Afterwards they could go back to being enemies and hating each others’ guts and no one would ever have to know of their so called truce. It was brilliant! Well, at least it was in Jack’s mind. Because for now he didn’t know that it couldn’t be Pitch wielding the final blow, thanks to his and the Lich King’s shared source of power.

“Alright; so all we have to do is find some magical sword or whatever to get rid of that guy without anybody noticing what we are doing. Or that I’m helping you, for that matter.” As much as Pitch didn’t share the frost boy’s enthusiasm about it, yes. He didn’t look forward to anybody finding out that he needed the help of some childish guardian of fun, either. So that plan was perfectly fine with him. And from what Jack had said it wasn’t as anybody would miss him terribly, if he left every now and then. With a nod the dark spirit got up from the table, grimacing when he noticed the ice covering parts of his robe. He gave Jack a look that the boy pretended not to notice.
“Essentially, yes. But don’t think that this will be easy; Jack. For now I will take my leave; we will start our search tonight. Meet me in my lair.” Blue eyes widened. When the nightmare king was about to vanish, the white haired teen shot up from the bed. “Wait! How am I supposed to get into your lair? I mean; have you seen this place?! How could I just walk out without anyone noticing?”

Gesturing towards the window the winter spirit referred to the magic wards, woven spell barriers, yeti guards and drow knights. How was he ever supposed to get out of this place without anybody seeing? It was impossible. He hadn’t even made it out of his room towards the meeting hall during his last try.
The wicked smile on Pitch’s features didn’t sit well with the frost spirit when he caught the Shadowmancers gaze. “Why, Jack, the same way you entered the last time.”

And with those words he was gone. The guardian of fun stood dumbstruck in his room. What was that supposed to mean? The only entrance Jack knew about was the one in the woods near Burgess. Far away from his current room. So how the hell was he supposed to get there the same way? It made no sense at all. What was that stupid evil spirit playing at? With a huff Jack let himself fall back onto the soft mattress again, staring at the ceiling in frustration.

“What was that supposed to mean; like the last time? It’s not like I an just jump down a hole under some creepy bed again and-“
He cut himself off; blue eyes widening for a moment. Quickly sitting back up, he crawled to the edge of the bed and looked beneath it. And sure enough; there was a gaping hole right there. Unlike the one he had encountered while searching for his memories, this one seemed to be made out of shadows entirely. But the winter spirit had no doubt that it would lead him straight to the underground lair. Rolling his eyes he sat up again; distaste showing on his face as bright as day. “Seriously, Pitch?”

Jack wasn’t talking to anybody in particular, but he was sure that the Shadowmancer could hear him. Not passing up on this opportunity to see the pissed off look on the teens face. Just why did he have to work together with someone like Pitch? Ugh.
“Under my damn bed? Can you get any more creepy?” A low chuckle from the shadows was his only answer. So he had indeed been watching...

~~~tbc.

Yup, that was it with the next chapter! Am I making this too boring? I really hope not, but I’m never sure if my stories are any good or not.

Also, someone mentioned in the comments that it was a cool idea to include the Lich King from WoW. Whelp; I didn’t! Well, I didn’t want to. I never played Warcraft, so I hadn’t even known there was a Lich King there as well. I just looked him up; pretty badass, but a crossover wasn’t what I had in mind here! So if you know WoW and feel like you should picture the villain in my story as him, feel free to, but know that it wasn’t my intention to copy anything from WoW. :_)

Also, thank you all for the amazing comments and the neat suggestions! Naturally I can’t include everything you suggest, but feel free to keep commenting with what you’d like to see and I do my best to include some of your ideas! :3

Till next chapter!