*HELLISH RARE SHIPS*

I’m going to sing for those who want to hear

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When he woke up, the first thing he noticed was the warm feeling of it’s own body when being showed by the cold wind and the little rain drops from an already leaving storm. That feeling was at the same time so familiar butat the same time strange. He couldn’t remember if he ever had felt it in his life.

He was in a beach, but neither he could remeber how he has arrived there or why. He was wearing golden robes, that he only could think of being embroidered of some weird yet not uncomfortable material, he couldn’t quite figure it. The only thing he could remeber, was his name. Pitch Gold.

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The moon talked to him. Not exactly with sentences, but neither exactly with any kind of word ever spoken by a man. He didn’t had noticed at first at all, he thought it was only a trick of his mind or some confusion, but he was clearly hearing something. For Pitch, it had sounded like music, Very sweet music from all around him, a full orchesta of the night itself. After realizing that, he keep listening to it. Those common noises that in other moment would have been so vague, right now somehow, they armonized in a indescribable way. Just for him, to tell him.

Pitch couldn’t help than to follow it, with his voice. He song in such a delicate manner a precius lullaby, yet no memory of knowing such song was in his head but he could have swear he could sing it by heart. His body felt even more warm than the first night he woke up ever, so alive and full of happiness.

Now he knew, he had a very important job to do since that instant.

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At first, he feelt very astonish by it. He couldn’t quite figure how it worked, but he didn’t feel afraid of it. His skills even if were so unreal, creating some sort of sand or dust, but it felt natural for him and that make it very easy to work with.

Pitch started to love very fast and very deeply what he was capable of doing now. Giving the people, adult or child, so uncontable wonders in their dreams. Ocassionally he would find, sleepless children (and in rare occasions, some adults) to whom he would sing and use his magic to help then go and let their young minds to rest and enter in the personal wonderland he has created for all person he has let fall his sand over.

But there was something very particular he has noticed, he weren’t the only one capable of help to mold the wishes from the people that dreamed every nite, yet he never had saw someone doing a work similar to his until that moment. He felt    
inquisitive about it, because lots of those dreams, were unlikely to anything he has done until that very moment or even, that he could ever be capable of do.

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For a short time, Pitch keep working, only imagining who was the one that shared this labor with him. Not really sure if he wanted exactly to know him. It didn’t scared him what he was capable of do or not, but there was a firm uneasy feeling inside his head about it.

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The first time they met each other, it was for Pitch’s lullaby. The other has hear it and was led by the sweet melody to where Pitch was. Pitch felt a big pressure in himself the first time he behold of the other. The first thing he noticed was the great glowing of him, an exquisite silver tone, that even if was a bit dark, it didn’t lose it’s beauty. The second thing he noticed was how short he was.