So this story previously belonged to DefendTheUndefended, but they put it up for adoption and I immediately took it up. This chapter belongs to DefendTheUndefended, but everything after this will be me.

I hope I can do this justice!

I was a coward.

I knew the truth, but I still let what happened, happen.

I didn't stop it, and let it happen.

Because of what?

Fear?

Confusion?

Grief?

The answer is yes.

I was scared. I was confused and I was grieving.

The truth was that Pitch Black was never evil. He never wanted to rule. He never even wanted to be seen.

I didn't remember anything that happened before until I got my memories back from the teeth.

And when I didnt do anything. I wanted to but what held me back?

Fear.

Pitch did his job well even then.

I wanted to help him. I wanted to pull him from his hold. I wanted him to heal.

But I didn't no I couldn't.

Coward.

That was the thought that kept running through my head everytime my fear stopped me from taking action.

I was so angry at myself. I hated myself for abandoning him.

But when I locked eyes with him, his eyes spoke so much in that one gaze.

He had held it for seconds before turning away and disappearing again.

I wanted to go after him. I wanted to so badly but I just couldn't.

At first I hated him for it, but I could never stay mad at him for long and I'm assuming he knew this, at least I hoped he did.

And then I hated myself. I hated myself because I let it happen. I hated him for doing this to Pitch.

I hated it all.

But my anger faded into grief and fear. I was scared of his strength, his knowledge, and his manipulation.

But I knew what Pitch really was. Who he really was. What he really did. And why he did things.

Pitch wasn't evil. He never was. Pitch was- no is a good person.

His power was the power of fear. And he hated it.

In the past he was a beautiful person. His skin was a pale tone of a human's, his hair was as dark as a midnight and was long reaching his lower back having it tied at the base of his kneck, and his eyes were a glowing amber.

What he did was for the good of all, not just the children.

He used fear as a protection for people.

If people are afraid of things they can't get hurt. The fear protected them. Being scared of dangerous animals kept people from going near them and getting killed. Fear of the dark keeps people from going into dark allies or abandoned storehouses. Fear of heights keeps people from getting hurt. He used the fear to keep people safe.

But he hated it.

He hated scaring people and making them cry. Thats why he hated being seen. Because people had to fear him for him to be seen.

He didn't want to be seen because he didn't want to scare people.

He is a good person that only used his powers to install fear into people to keep them safe.

That's all he did.

And yet he still got attacked by him.

When I was first born, Pitch was the one to find me. He talked to me. He cared for me. And he stayed with me.

I loved him as a brother, father, and friend.

But then another being found us and attacked us.

Pitch protected me. He gave his life, and everything for me.

And that was when he wiped my memory of Pitch. I couldn't remember anything that had to do with Pitch or him.

200 years. 200 years Pitch was in his clutches, being told what to do and how to do it.

He suffered and I couldn't do anything about it.

Because I was scared of a being.

Because Pitch planted that fear to protect me.

In the arctic when Pitch came to me, I did notice a pleading in his eyes. But I didn't know what it was until I had my memories from the teeth back. The memories of Pitch where there. I had finnaly remembered.

And I was a coward. I didn't do anything about because I was scared.

I was scared of Death Reaper.

A being that was once under the spirit named Death, but he rose up, became stonger and fought Death. Death had lost, and Reaper had won.

He then came after us.

Pitch is a strong spirit, and has abilities that, if used wrong, could cause chaos. My abilities, as well, were stong in Reaper's eyes. I could cause death and pain to living beings.

He wanted us to serve him.

Pitch made a deal.

He took Pitch and wiped my memories clean of both of them.

And when I locked eyes with Pitch before the battle between the Guardians and him, there was a gaze of longing, pleading, and relief there.

I wanted to help him I really did, but in that moment the look in his eyes help me back and told me not to. He didn't want me to.

He wanted to keep me safe. He wanted to make sure Reaper didn't have me.

I swore I felt tears fall then.

He had looked so different. He had look so sickly it almost made me hurl.

I can't imagine what he has gone through. Truthfully it makes me sick thinking about it.

I'm not going to be a coward anymore.

I will get Pitch away from Death Reaper. I will repay him for what he did for me.

Because what Pitch doesn't know is that by regaining my memories, I also regained the secret behind my abilities and their roots.

And it just makes me that much stronger.

Reaper will fall. I will make him fall, even if I have to fall with him.