Chapter twenty-nine-Flying on fear

                                    

                                          
Rapunzel's P.O.V.
                          
I followed Pitch as we headed to a black horse that looked like it was made of sand. It's wings rested at it's side.
                          
"What's that?" I stopped.
                          
"My nightmares. They feed on fear."
                          
It reminded me of Toothless a little bit. How sleek and black it was. But this was more menacing. Toothless was kind and caring and protective. Especially since Hiccup helped him fly...
                          
Where is Hiccup? Merida?
                          
"Where are my friends?"
                          
"Oh the Dragon tamer and the princess? Well they are waiting for us. No need to worry. The nightmares picked them up."
                          
I didn't see his crooked smile as he helped me onto the black horse.
                          
I didn't need to steer it. It flew through the air effortlessly. Pitch was on his own not far ahead. It was dark and a bit chilly. My long hair flew behind me, still in the braid. Surprisingly, most of the flowers remained. We flew over the forest and then we approached the tower. The nightmares landed in front of it. 
                          
I slid off as well as Pitch. 
                          
"Why are we here?" I said. I didn't want to see the disappointment on Mother's face. If she was back. She shouldn't be till tomorrow.
                          
"We are meeting everyone here. It's the best place in my opinion for some unfinished business."
                          
"What type of business?" I asked.
                          
"The usual."
                          
I had no idea what sort of business fear does. But I followed anyway.
                          
"How are we going to get up?"
                          
Just then a black shadow appeared under me and lifted me up fast. I let out a short scream because we were already at the top. It sat me on the window sill looking out. I turned and hopped in. I looked at the bottom, curious to what the creature looked like. It didn't take Pitch up, but he floated up using some black sand. Soon, he was in. Then I turned to face my old room. I stared in disbelief.
                          
A boy my age was tied up around his wrists with chains and he on his knees. His head was down. Then he looked up.
                          
"Jack?"