Based off the Coldplay song, "Viva La Vida."
Chapter I
Every morning, every day, when I wake up, I feel like all my sanity has turned into nothing. I knew that the struggling American Revolution war was going to be an ever-lasting war. By the way, my name is Jack Maurice Frost. Yes, if you think that my name is ridiculous, I have to agree with you on this one, since my full name (especially my last name) doesn't sound like something you hear every day. And remember when I said something about the American Revolution, well, I'm kind of part of it. My job is to aid the soldiers on the American side.
This is a somewhat reason why I'm in it. But, let us start from the beginning. You see, when I was about to be born, my mother fell deathly ill from a cold she got during the winter. After I was born, she passed away, to the known place where all the good people go: heaven. After her death, my father wouldn't even bare to see anyone because of my mother's death. He feared that his new wife (if he ever decided to have another one) would die, just like my mother. So, I was in charge, and I learned how to take care of myself, and learned how to treat myself if I injured myself. People would refer me as a parent/guardian, rather than a clumsy child, learning from their wisest people; namely, their parents.
Word spread around quickly like wildfire, and soon, the American Revolution began (and I didn't cause it). Around sometime in 1780, the soldiers heard about me and then I was forced to join. Before I left, I took my only picture of my parents together, and I said my good byes to my friends Angel and Meredith, and the one that I relied to; my father.
Now, that is my story. Basically, you could just say that my job is being a nurse, or a First-Aid person. The commander told me to stay in this tent and just wait for any sick or injured soldiers. I assured him that I will, and then he left, to join his troops.
My memories of my friends started to trickle in my head. I only had two friends, Angel and Meredith. Yes, they were both girls, and weren't sisters. But I miss them more than anything. Back in the day, we were always hanging out together under the tree in my backyard, and we would always talk about the future. And when I come back, I'll tell them everything.
The next morning's sun shined into my eyes, and it meant it was morning already. My body shot up immediately and I knew what I had to do. I had to prepare the medicine and the food for the soldiers. All of them started to wake up, and I was already done with everything. I even didn't dare to say good morning to them, and besides, I was only fourteen. And I was the youngest one here, anyway. I rushed out to scavenge for ingredients for my next meal. That's when I found mint leaves and I think I found herbs. These would do well enough. Suddenly, in a corner of my eye, I spot something navy blue. My head jerked over to the side, and I notice that the British were coming, and so I rushed back, but was stopped by the British's commander.
"Leaving so soon, Frost?" he rudely asked me.
I gritted my teeth. He just used my last name like it was a deadly taste to his mouth and wanted it out. Believe it or not, this wasn't the first time that this happened, either. Apparently, according to the stories told by my father, his family had a troubling past with the Frost (my) family. And, apparently, the British commander loved my mother, but she chooses my father, Eric. There were more stories that my wise man told me, but I really can't remember, since I was only six when he told me this.
"Oh so what is up with your mother?" From the tones of his voice, I don't think he knows what happened with my mother. I also assumed that he still loves her, but I wasn't sure. But, I just said what happened to my mother anyway.
"She died when I was born," I retorted. "Is there anything else you would like to know?"
Now I would like to take back what I said, because rage started to boil inside of the hostile British leader of his soldiers. He must have not heard that she died, I predicated. From the looks, he looks like he's going to grab my neck, so I start to run away. Suddenly, the commander commanded his troops,
"After Jack Frost!"
My feet were running as fast as they can go. But his troops had guns, and I heard the bullets being shot through the gun. Their aims were horrible and they missed every time. I don't want to brag, but I consider myself a fast runner because I think I lost them and it only took me like four minutes to retreat back. Our commander's cold, icy hand pushes toward my shoulder, stopping me from running.
"Boy where have you been?"
Apparently, he either doesn't like my name or doesn't know it because he only refers me as "boy". I didn't want to be called that: it sounded like a dog's name.
Then I turned around and pointed at the angry British people running toward us. Our troops started to hysterically scream. They never expected "the British were coming" because they assumed the British assistants were just scaring us, but they meant it.
"What did you do?!"
"I, uh," I stuttered, "went to get stuff and I could say, well, I ran into the British… and just angered their leader…"
"WHAT?!" Our commander screamed. "You know what; we'll deal with this later! Troops, FIRE AWAY!"
The bullets were shot and I just created a little "war". What have I got myself into?
End of Chapter I
Well, the song encouraged me to write this Jack Frost fic. I thought I would be interesting to write this. Anyway, THIS IS AN AU, so don't take it THAT serious!