October 23 1709
The moon shone brightly on a house. The wooden house was burnt halfway to the ground and completely destroyed. the roof was collapsing in itself. Though moonlight shone on a piece of rubble. Al of a sudden a body lived from it. the young boy taking a gasp of air and panted as he looked around them stared up at the moon, his fear slowly fading. The young boy had red eyes and black hair. He had a brown winter cloack with black shirt and pants. As he was floating into the air he heard the moon.
"Your name is Jackson frost." A deep but calming voice said and Jackson relaxed, being set back down on the roof of the house. He looked at himself, taking his cloack and tracing the frost patterns. Jackson looked at the moon once more and blinked. carefully climbing down the wall as he landed outside. watching kids running around and play and watching the adults talk. He slipped on something and fell on his rear. Jackson rubbed his head and looked to see a staff in front of him and he picked it up. it suddenly glowed and he flinched away but as the crook fell on the ground, frost spread.
Jackson chuckled and looked up, getting up and looking around but he noticed a boy with brown hair and eyes. He had a brown vest and white shirt eyes sitting on a bench, he looked sad and heartbroken. Jackson could see tear stains on his cheeks. The boy curled up and started crying. Jackson went over "hey..you okay?' The boy didn't answer and Jackson walked closer. The boy took a shakey sigh and stood up, getting a bag and walked right through Jackson. leaving a trail of blue in his wake as he passed through.
Jackson stumbled back in shock "hello?! Anybody?!" He said as he backed away, looking around and more people went through him. Tears gathered up in his eyes as he realized that he was alone, no one to talk to or be friends with. He turned and ran as fast as he could. Jackson collapsed near a tree, tears running down his cheeks and he curled up and cried.