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Bunnymund flattened himself to a wall, his ears straining to catch the faintest sounds. After a few tense heartbeats, he motioned to the rest of the group to follow, and dropped onto all fours to lope down the tunnel on silent paws. He tried not to think of how much their current mission reminded him of sticking his paw down a snake’s hole without knowing if it was occupied. It had turned out that North’s belly had been correct, once again. As they had approached the site of Shadow Citadel, the place where Pitch had made his home during the days of his might, they had found more and more traces of the nightmare sand. The very for

The king of nightmares sat on his throne, idly tracing invisible lines on the armrest. He really should’ve been preparing for the biggest even of his dark existence, but he found himself in the strange state of anxiety, where one feels the need to do many things at once, but can’t seem to get started on anything. His thoughts chased each other around in his head, but they seemed to always return to that one specific point: Jack Frost. “I hold the world in my grasp, and yet this… child distracts me.” he muttered to himself with a small, self-depreciative chuckle. He cast his mind backwards to when he’d f

Jack woke up with a groan. His first fuzzy thought was why was he lying on the floor? Even if he had simply passed out somewhere, the servants would have moved him to his own bed. The next thing to register were the odd sounds coming from far away. Strange echoes and distant whistling of the wind in narrow spaces. Blearily, he pushed himself upright, wincing a little at the rough gravel that bit into his palms as he did so. The slight sting was enough to wake him up further, and he managed to crack his eyes open. The darkness bearing down on him stole the breath from a startled gasp. The place he was in, it wasn’t quite a cave and n

ROTG/Legend crossover. (Eventual Bunnymund/Jack, one-sided Pitch/Jack) Pitch Black, the lord of nightmares, is set on creating a world ruled by fear, and possessing the young ice prince Jack Frost. But Jack is no helpless maiden, and most of all, he has friends that are more than a bunch of bumbling forest creatures. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Jack hummed happily as he floated under the canopy of the forest. He smiled at a pair of little birds that took advantage of the wind carrying him, chattering all the way. Terrible little gossips they were, birds. Or so he had been told. But since it seemed that the whole forest always knew he was

*Anthea’s POV* I lived in the orphanage on the edge of Ponyville. It was a nice place. The foals there were quite nice too. I couldn't complain. I did wish I had a family though. I would always wonder what it would be like to have a permanent home with a mother and a father. Maybe even a brother or sister. It's too bad my parents didn't want me. They probably thought that I was helpless and wouldn't be able to live up to their expectations or something. I might not have been able to but I am in no way helpless. I guess when you're disabled, ponies automatically assume you can't take care of yourself. Oh yeah, that's right, I didn't qu