Evan smirked as he nodded his head. He whistled into the forest and a large elk galloped over to him. He climbed onto the large beast and kicked in its sides. They all galloped off quickly before moving into the sky.
It was so much easier this time around. Roots would shoot up into Toothiana’s palace to trap them into thorn like cages. All the Nightmares had to do was carry them off.
Toothiana began putting up a fight, trying to send some sort of distress signal. Evan landed near her as a Nightmare took off with another caged fairy. “Looks like things aren’t looking great, Ms. Tooth Fairy,” he said with a smirk.
She stopped dead in her tracks. “Evan?" Her narrowed gaze landed on the young spirit, while she flittered almost anxiously into place. He was almost unrecognisable, and if he hadn’t proved to be dangerous, she’d have felt pity for him, because the corruption had turned him into something ghastly and almost fragile looking.
She had a feeling she knew who was responsible for this.
"Did Pitch send you? He’s just manipulating you, Evan! You mustn’t let him do this!" She tried desperately, though she knew that the fearlings were strong, and fighting them was almost impossible. She wondered how Pitch got past Mother Nature’s defences when no other spirit or Guardian could (or dared to).
Still, even with the knowledge he wouldn’t be able to fight off the darkness inside of him, she hesitated to attack to defend her fairies, unsure and unwilling to hurt someone who was just a puppet in the Boogeyman’s hands.
Far away from Tooth’s palace, the Boogeyman stood waiting for Mother Nature’s arrival. Evan had mentioned her coming before he sent him off to set off the plan, and Pitch couldn’t wait to see her reaction when he revealed her what happened to her precious son.