AN:

Okay, so I has been a while! (I say after a three year Hiatus...)

And on that note, you may notice a few things... My writing style has changed a bit, and of that note, this chapter is more on the serious side... I did mention that if I had the option of changing the genre types, it would be MOSTLY Romance and Humor, with a side dish of Drama and a smudge of Action? Also, due to popular demand, I have added in a POV notifire so you can tell who's eyes you're watching from.

This is still un Beta'd and the chapters would probably be published MUUUUUUCH faster if I had one to kick me in the ass over it.

I'm Contemplating upping the rating cause of how much Crude language there is, and the content is gonna get to be a biiiiiit darker, but not by much.

Anyways, I don't own it blah blah blah all I got to my name is Lyra. If not, id be making more ROTG movies... enough for every day that ends in y.

LPOV:

I shook like a leaf as Jack flew off. How could I do this to myself? I let myself think about back then, something I swore I'd never do since the incident. Jack wasn't going to help with issue either, that much was obvious. At this rate, he'd probably do more damage than good when it came to me mentally blocking out that time.

And I had just invited trouble into my life by planning to see him later.

Heavy breaths escaped my chest as tried to collect myself back together again. Thor gave a little neigh, looking up at me from my pocket. I looked down at him momentarily, giving him my best reassuring smile. I knew it didn't work, because even I could feel how fake it was on my face.

I have his head a small brush with a finger. "I'll, be okay." I murmured softly at him, still recovering from the aftershocks of the memory. "It was just... A memory."

I looked up, watching Jack become a pin prick in the sky before starting on my way home. I walked through the Russian snowscape. The snow crunching under my boots as I weaved between the trees. My plan was to walk back home, or at least walk till I had calmed down from my… moment. Flying right now would have been disastrous, as I wouldn't be able to control my boots or their trajectory.

There were times where I really wish I had my old amount of powers. Being believed in is a powerful thing, and as I had none who believed... Well, things were not exactly looking up for me. They hadn't been looking up for quite some time to be honest.

The life I was leading right now was only a small glimmer of what I used to have. But, it was better than eking out an existence like I was before the Leprechauns were with me. I had been glorious back in the dark ages, back when most humans believed in the fae. My powers were strong and my following was one others dreamed of being a part of.

"We of the Court herby revoke your Title, Name, and Power and banish you from our protections due to your actions or lack thereof in the event henceforth called the Slaughter of the Ádh mór."

The fact that I can still recall her cold eyes as she made the decree burned me to the core.

I used to be a member of the Seelie Court, otherwise known as the light court of the fae. And I was a high ranking member of it, being the leader of my own little sect with in it. It was my job to distribute luck to the rest of the court. I was living in the lap of luxury when doing so. Humans knew of my name, and prayed for me to bestow upon them some sort of wonder, some sort of little miracle to make their lives easier. They were beneath me, and I wouldn't waste my time on them when I had more important things to do… like suck up to my Queen Titiania.

Until one day I grew bored.

But this was another thing completely, something I never wanted to remember again. And certainly not something to think on as of right now. There were other things to attend to.

With a shiver and a sigh I continued my trek through the cold snow, eyes glazed over in thought, not noticing a figure tailing me in the shadows. The little nightmare in my pocket had grown restless, and squirmed almost excitedly in anticipation. He was like a little energizer bunny, he just kept going and going and going. What had him this excitable, I had no clue.

With a deep breath in I stopped my walk, I felt slightly more calm now that I had time to think, although it was about a dark time in my past, it was still infinite amounts better than what originally had set me off. I strolled quietly into a slight clearing, raising my foot off the ground to start my rainbow bridge home. It would only be minutes before I arrived back at base.

A slick voice sliced through the quiet air, "Good evening, Lyra."

I was in the middle of putting my foot down to start up the bridge, but the voice shocked me out of my concentration. I slammed my foot back into the snow, missing the beginning rainbow completely before stumbling to the side in shock.

The voice was one I had never heard before, but it almost felt familiar, as if it was caressing my ears with silk. It had a flow and lilt to it that I had never witnessed before, I could hardly describe it except for the fact that it made my heart pound at an agonizing pace. Which is weird, cause I don't know about you, but voices don't do that normally. If they did, then they were probably magic, or, the alternative was you were smoking something a bit too strong.

The fact that it had me mentally turning into a poet indicated I was about to have a bad time.

My head twisted to face the direction that the sound was originating from, only to be confused when nothing was there. My eyes whipped side to side, trying to find the speaker. All I could hear now was the sound of my heart beating a foreign tune in my ears, and voice coming out of nowhere really creeped me out.

I mean, was I going crazy and hearing things? Was this remnants from my breakdown before or was there actually someone saying something, were they an invisible man? There were way too many options and not enough answers.

Thor from in my pocket let out a whinny before clambering out and galloping through the air. My eyes followed it before a throaty chuckle was heard behind me. I twirled my head around quickly, hearing the vertebra in my neck give a resounding crack from the un-natural speed I moved.

Yet again, there was nothing located behind me, just a resounding emptiness and the forest around me. My throat went dry and my tongue flicked out to wet my parched lips nervously. My hand quivered as it reached to the side to grab my hammer. I didn't know who this voice was, but they could have been a potential danger.

A flash of shadow was seen from the corner of my eyes, and I turned to look at it before flinging out my hammer in a mad hope that the toss would connect. This was not so as I heard the hammer ping off of a tree trunk before collapsing into the snow. I crept towards its location cautiously, eyes flickering to and fro, wary of my opponent. It was an action reminiscent of my fae war days.

As I was about to grasp the handle of my hammer, I felt more than heard the man appear behind me. His body heat was a slight tingle across my back in comparison to the cold Russian winter air. Shivers raced up my spine before I straightened, hammer clenched in hand. I didn't bother turning around, knowing that as soon as I did, the man would just apparat elsewhere.

My eyes hardened, and my body quaked with restraint. "Who are you?" I demanded to the stranger. I was determined to not show my fear of this situation, nor any weakness he could use against me at this point. Which wouldn't really help, seeing as I felt much like a frightened kitten.

"Oh, no one in particular." he murmured out.

My snark released its self, "Nice to meet you No One. Now, if you don't mind, a real answer would be lovely." I snarled in false annoyance. Anything was better than stuttering over my own words in fear.

A hand ghosted over my shoulder, fingers barely rustling the fabric of my shirt. Heat flowed through my limbs, whether in embarrassment or anger, I was unsure. I clenched my hammer's handle tight enough to hear the leather crackling under my grasp. "Your fear is quite divine my dear, how little of it I have tasted." his breath warmed my cheek, his face just out of my peripherals.

I felt his sigh as he leaned back slightly, "well, if you have not figured it out by now, I must educate you." The warmth was gone and I twisted my body around to stare at where he once was, only to feel all the blood rush from my head to my skin. Thoughts became all mucked up at the view before me. His name at this point was really unnecessary.

From a few meters away, cold gold eyes stared back at me, slitted in slight amusement, a crisp jawline and a quirked smirk were across a pale face, darkness erupted from his scalp in the form of hair, and he appeared to be robed in shadows.

"Ah. Recognition at last?" He teased.

I could barely stutter out the name, much less make sense of the scramble he had left my mind. "P-pitch Black."

My face was aglow with a blush to end all blushed, and my head felt woozy and light. I couldn't breathe, as it felt like my lunges had seized up and became rocks in my chest, weighing me down. He was here, talking to me, nearly a dream come true except for the fact that it really shouldn't have been Anyone's dream to meet the Boogieman. And to think I actually managed to talk to him without stuttering at first! I mean, I did after I realized who it was… but still!

Oh shit… This was not part of the plan, couldn't he have shown up later? Maybe after this years game plan… I have nothing to go back on and I was a total bitch earlier and now… now I was half way to a panic attack cause boy golly, did his voice do things to me I didn't think about before, and man he was close earlier and and and…

And so, it came as no surprise to anyone present except for the man in front of me that I proceeded to swoon from lack of air flow and proper blood flow to my brain.

"…What?" Being the last thing that I heard before cold darkness swept me up.

… not Pitches arms like I had dreamed of, but my body shut down and collapsed into the very cold uncomfortable snow.

PPOV:

"…What?"

I watched the girl slump into the snow bank in front of me in a heap, slightly stunned at how this played out.

She was mildly entertain to say the least, and had a fresh and familiar kind of fear that I enjoyed when I first started playing with her. It was reminiscent of the old days, where everyone was on edge and dangers were around every corner. It was a fear of death and pain. What struck me as odd, was when she finally saw who I was, the fear didn't deepen, it transformed into a whole new brand.

Suddenly, fear of pain morphed into being startled and fear of death sweetened into embarrassment and being mortified. There was a still fear in her, but it wasn't the potent cocktail from before. That is, until she collapsed for no reason at the drop of a hat.

With her out cold like this, it was easy to get a closer look at her. I stepped cautiously through the snow and crouched down before her. Red seemed to be her primary color both her hair and clothing, it stood out in the snow greatly. And her hammer had shrunken down from the massive war hammer it was earlier. Everything about her seemed to go against the norm when one thought of leprechauns, it struck me as odd.

She also struck me as familiar, or at least familiar to a small part of me.

With this thought, I felt a sudden pain in my chest, and I raised a hand to grasp at it. What an odd sensation it was, a burning warmth that seemed to spread through me until disappearing. It felt almost like getting stabbed with a hot blade, and I looked down to my chest to make sure before looking back up.

The girl, Lyra, was still there, and I reached out to grab her, and I would have, if I didn't hear a scream rend through the air as a hoard of little men ran forward wielding little black pots and hammers, I stood up and backed away from them to make some distance between us. They were moving too quickly to count and the erratic behaviour was impossible to track.

Some ran towards me, throwing coins every which way and waving their hammers in the air, still shouting. In response I summoned some Nightmares to handle them. The little men made quick work of splitting up to handle the nightmares, one hopping up onto their backs to pull at the manes while the others knocked at their ankles with the hammers, or tossing coins in their faces. It was an odd sight to say the least, and even with their hands full of the nightmares, they still had time to throw hammers at me. All the while still screaming their little lungs out, it was hard to look away from the chaos they caused.

Apparently this was their goal as the rest grabbed the girl and quickly escaped in a cloud of gold coins. The ones engaging my Nightmares quickly did the same.

I was left standing in the forest astounded at what had just occurred, with an equally surprised herd of nightmares.

The one I sent to follow the girl was left behind with us as well, and came over to give me an update on the situation. After being briefed, I could comfortably say I was even more confused than before, an event I didn't think was possible before.

"…What?"

Well, what did you think? Too rushed? Not rushed enough, is the writing style uncomfortable now?

ALSO WHAT DID YOU THINK ABOUT THAT LITTLE GLIMPS INTO LYRA'S PAST! I was contemplating telling you everything in this chapter... I actually have it all written up... buuuuuut I thought that might have been too nice to you. and after writing and rewriting the meeting with Pitch at LEAST seven times, I figured I was giving you enough as is.

I'm also gonna clear this up a bit, even WITH the massive torch Lyra has for Pitch, it's gonna be more on the Slow burn side of life... don't expect instant gratification. I'm thinking long game here with many much UST to be had.

Leave a thought in the reviews! And yet again, I am SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT... Life gets more than out of hand... to say the least. I'm not going to promise quicker updates, but I am going to promise more consistent updates until this gets finished! so stick around... you might be surprised !