Author´s Note: One-shot story. One that I hope brings some sense to all those who are still wondering about the shooting and the gun dealing in the USA. Because 400 lives is not a number to forget, because 400 lives are worth a river of tears, my friends. I am not from the States but when I read or hear news like that, my heart sinks beneath my feet. It is not my place to say whether weapons are good or not, that is up to you but, from here I send the 400 the biggest hug I can give and I want them to know that will always be with me along the way around the world.

Lyrics are mine.

FAIRFARREN

No matter the days gone, no matter how much police walks in and out, the hollow school retains its cold halo. For the Five is almost torture to walk past this place but oblivion is not an option. So many were lost in here and no one should ever forget them and for a Jack is a strange feeling.

Do we have to forget the dead or carry them forever? The Winter Spirit walks the corridors and is surprised to notice that not even him is immune to the cold gust that runs through the place. Why, why is it so cold? Are the children still here somehow? Why? Do they want revenge?

"When is time for bed, blue night,
Is when adventure begins. Dreaming.
Heavy footsteps into the dark unknown
In search for the stars.

Must run away from the city day,
And after the light trace of Moon.
Shooting stars carring souls
While children forbid the Sun"

A soft voice sings gently across the corridors and captures the boy´s attention. He follows it to one of the classrooms where one of the worse parts of the shooting took place. Sitting on one of the empty chairs, there´s a girl reading poetry. Jack blinks. What is she doing here? This is not a very nice place to read things like that but she doesn´t seem to mind. Her long hair falls almost falls to her waist and Jack can actually see that she´s wearing glasses but nothing much save for her black dress. Something tells him that the young woman is aware of his presence but does not rise her eyes to meet the boy´s. A flute music floats in the air and Jack spots a strange character surrounded by what seems children. It looks like an owl and it makes a sound similar to a flute and his eyes are completely closed. Near him, Jack spots a rake, like the one people use to pick up dead leaves.

"No more sunrises,

No more growing up

And off to find the Giant of the Roofs.

My children want Peter Pan to arrive

So that time doesn´t go by.

Hansel and Gretel are now fat,

And Thumbelina grew tall.

Princesses still wait

While Prince Charming goes old"

Jack Frost sighs and begins to walk away when he actually feels her gaze on him and somehow, he discovers that she does know him. Oh, yes, she does. Even better than the other guardians, or even MiM. She was there that fateful day at the pond, she saw everything that happened. She was there under the ice, waiting for him. Jack swallows and turns around but again, the girl is reading and ignoring him. A cold gust blows past the boy and he notices the many children around her, playing, running or asking for their parents. They are made up of smoke and light, just like moon beams but they are there and yet not. There are hardly words to describe it. Some of them don´t seem to mind their new state but others don´t accept it, they don´t know they are no longer part of this place. The owl keeps playing while other children dance and play around him.

Jack thinks then in his sister and wonders why happened to her. Is true he has remembered her just a few months ago but now, he feels lost. Does he have to forget her or hang to her memory?

The young woman does not answer but when she is done reading, she looks at the children and without speaking they run towards her as if the class was over and the teacher was going to lead them to the exit. Jack does not understand.

It is then when she speaks in a voice as old as the wind and as quiet as the shadows but somehow gentle, soothing.

"You have to let go. Those who are gone will always come back to your heart but you have to let them go or else, you´ll miss them too much and your life will mean nothing to you. Let them soar and perhaps, you´ll find them right beside you" she starts to walk away.

"That is easy to say"

"Perhaps but, if you don´t let the burnt ground to rest, no new trees will grow" somehow those words tickle in his heart. "Those still alive, should not be afraid of dying but of living a good life. Death comes to all, dignity is just for those who live their own way. The gardener has to rake the withered leaves or else his garden won´t bloom" she smiles and walks away. "You are the winter, the rest and `death´of the world, this is something you have to understand so that spring can come after you" the girl turns to him while the owl takes flight followed by the children, and Jack can finally see her beautiful green eyes. "Fairfarren, Jack Frost. I really hope to never see you again" the sweet laughter of the kids warms up the boy´s heart and he too leaves the place while the flute plays on into the stars.

"My dears want to walk the night,

So that it warms them, forgetting

That tomorrow love, phones and beauty

Will fight to have their lives.

Don´t turn on the lights

Let them sleep in peace.

There are much lost kids, old kids,

Bearing guns and death around."

Fairfarren Hel, the Grey Lady and Tatarimokke, the yokai of the dead children.

I really hope this fic although short, gets to you.

The lyrics are mine but I thank you Ismael Serrano for his "Si Peter Pan viniera".

Love!