If I Can't Have the Father...

-So, this is going to be a Rise of the Guardians/Guardians of Childhood one-shot that I have been wanting to do.

-This takes place after the events of the movie but follows events within the books.

-Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Rise of the Guardians/Guardians of Childhood characters!

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Pitch remembers the Golden Age like it happened yesterday.

The Golden Age was a time when travel between the planets and stars was common with airships. The universe was governed by the constellations - a group of planets and stars led by the most beloved families of power, they ruled strongly and with fairness. However, they were not completely at peace. They were plagued with fearlings, nightmare men, and dream pirates.

In order to prevent evil beings from threatening peace, the most powerful constellations - the house of Lunanoff - built a prison to contain them.

Kozmotis Pitchiner was the general of the Golden Armies. Under his command, he led an armada to capture them, and he alone volunteered to guard the prison. However, after spending many years alone on the prison planet, Kozmotis grew lonely and fearful. Kozmotis began to miss his daughter, and the fearlings took advantage of that fear. They disguised their voice as his young daughters, leading him into a trap.

Kozmotis knew that his daughter would no longer be the child that he heard but he was lost in his will to save his daughter, to be able to see her again, an escape from an eternity of whispers. In an attempt to rescue his daughter, he opened the gates, and the fearlings escaped by latching onto the great general, his body being possessed by thousands of the shadow beings. No longer was he Kozmotis Pitchiner, leader of the golden army. He was now Pitch Black, the Nightmare King.

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Pitch was sitting on this throne thinking of a way to defeat the guardians. After his most recent defeat, they had gained a new ally, Jack Frost. Jack Frost reminded him a lot of Tsar Lunar, the man in the moon. He had the strongest power of light that even rivaled his old enemy, Nightlight. With Jack on their side, he would not stand a chance against the other Guardians.

He had to find a way to defeat the youngest Guardian, but how? Perhaps he could spy on the frost sprite and discover a weakness?

Pitch shadow traveled to North's workshop, making sure to stay hidden in the shadows. He was surprised to see that none of the alarms went off. His attention was drawn away after, instead of Jack Frost, he found North in a conversation with none other than the Man in the Moon himself.

"But Manny," he heard North speak up, "Pitch is gone, too weak to make a move for a long time. Why must we protect Jack?"

Pitch scowled at that. No wonder none of the alarms went off to warn them of his presence. Stupid guardians, he may have been defeated, but you can never truly get rid of fear.

Tsar sighed and shifted. He was a very short and stubby man. He wore golden slacks with a white shirt and golden vest. A bright red bowtie was snugged safely against his neck. Pitch noticed that he never grew out of his baldhead, just a single hair sticking straight up on his head. "I should have told you all of this when I commanded you to recruit him." He looked up at North before continuing, "Jack is my son."

Pitch stood in shock, staring at Tsar while North began cursing in Russian. He spoke up, "Your son? Manny, how is that possible?"

"Jack was born from my powers -my essence- and Mother Nature's combined. When Jack died on the lake that day, I knew that he must be brought back as a Guardian. It was his destiny. However, the lake damaged his human core. I used my center of fun and transferred it to Jack, while Mother Nature gave him the power of winter. By all means and rights, Jack is my son."