Till Morning Comes, Chapter 4
Half a World Away
Jack jerked back, defensively bringing his staff across his body.
"Why, hello, Jack Frost," came the smooth voice. The darkly golden eyes were the only colour against a grey and black countenance.
"Hey," the winter spirit replied. "Fancy meeting you here."
Hands clasped behind his back, Pitch Black started walking, moving in a circle. Jack stepped with him, staff kept at the ready.
"It's been a while, hasn't it, Jack?" the boogeyman continued. Beneath soft black spikes of hair, the grey face remained focused ahead.
"Didn't expect to see you so soon," Jack said. Blue eyes stayed locked on the other. "Those Fearli