Colored
Colors.
Jack Frost always saw colors.
Colors that surround everything. Including people. Especially around the head.
Jack will once discover that human kind call those colors Auras.
But it would be a long time before he will actually have someone to ask.
No, Jack Frost always thought that seeing colors, shining, glowing, changing around people and pretty much everything's contours, is normal. But then again, what could a three hundred year old boy, woken up to the rays of the moon, dragged out of a frozen lake, with no memory, with only a stick to make snow and frost (and basically bring Winter) and who's only companion for three hundred years was the Wind, consider normal?
So yes, seeing beautiful look-through colors around everything in the world happened to be the least weird thing that occurred to Jack.
He always loved watching those colors above children's heads. They were so bright and different. They changed like weather and shined with rainbow tones and hues. So beautiful...
Grown ups didn't usually have such bright colors. No, they still changed, but more slowly and confidently. But there were of course exceptions. Quite a lot. Especially with musicians, artists, actors and that type of people. Their auras could be steady one moment and then explode. Literally above their heads.
An important note, Jack sees not only one color but combinations of them. To put in primitive language, there're usually two layers of aura. One, the 'brightest', that is very close to the person's head, and another one above the first, the 'big' one, that is usually paler and changing, but still very much visible. It melts into the world around the person.
Of course there are rules. Four, to be precise.
No one has a black aura. Not even the worst criminals.
No one has a golden or silver one. Yes, there are yellow, very bright, joyous yellow, and white ones, on the rarest occasions. But no gold and silver ones.
No one doesn't have an aura. Everybody has one. Everything in the world does. But only the living. Yes, even something that doesn't breath can be alive.
And the most important rule - there are NO GOOD OR BAD COLORS. This rule is underlined and bolded into Jack's head like with a brander. Just like people, there are no good or bad people. There are just people. Period.
Man in Moon has those colors too. Literally, there are colors around the moon disk. Such as dark green and purple with light blue.
Jack experimented and noted things, and the colors above people's head have nothing to do with the color of hair or clothes or the background. Two people with the same tint of brown hair can have absolutely different colors that could varie from bright red to dark green. Same with the clothes, people in identical clothes can have absolutely different shades and colors. A person with bright blue colors would have them standing in front of a white snowy background, or a dark red one.
As for the people's relationships, their colors were a clear picture of it. Yes, it's actually quite obvious to Jack, twins do not have identical auras. Because having a similar body of the outside doesn't tell you about the inside. And the inside's can be ludicrously different. So are the colors. Couples share one aura for two. Specifically one color that varies, and they still have their own ones. But sharing is part of love, so they share everything, including auras. And oh, watching people and their dogs was just hilarious. How can a puffy bold Mexican man be so identical to a little white puppy with a pink tie? Well Jack found another aspect to look at it. They shared an aura too.
But one thing dogs, they're the Human's Friends, but cats? They were exactly the same. Jack would stare at, for example (and Jack had loads of those for three hundred years of observations) a little girl and an adult cat would sit together. It was so amazing how the colors of serene blue and blooming green were shared between them. Jack remembered how he chuckled then, slowly receding from the window.
He didn't stay long enough to see the little girl and the cat turn to look with a look of wonder at the window, where they were convinced a laugh came from. All their gazes met were delicate patterns of frost.
For the past three hundred years he'd grown quite used to it, he didn't even know that seeing things was out of ordinary. Because yes, there was no one to tell him.
Not that anyone can anyway.
But in a way it was okay. Why should such things be explained anyway? Because Jack doubted anyone could. Why not just be happy with the fact that a person has such a bright yellow shining around him or her? Or admire how beautiful the dark blue goes with light green? He just did that, Jack. And he enjoyed it.
So Jack Frost, stranded in total loneliness, told to bring the freezing Winter to the world and having the powers to bring a second Ice Age (well, at least the fiftieth, but who cared?) hadn't done so. What can I say, Man in Moon is a git, but a clever and wise git.
Because Jack Frost sees things in people others can't. He sees good in people. And not just in the light above the head, but also in the light within the people themselves. Man in Moon knew who to choose.
But with all the colors, Jack still couldn't see one thing. Jack didn't know what his color was. He found reflecting objects, water, mirrors in some cases, he would sit and stare at them. But he couldn't see anything.
Jack feared that there may be in fact nothing to look at after all. Maybe he was the exception and... Didn't have one?
From his own observations that meant the worst.
And the vague nagging thought hadn't made Jack's isolation any better. But even so, he had hope that something would happen to him. That he wasn't that bad. He couldn't have been dragged out of nowhere for absolutely no purpose, could he? Jack really hoped not.
And it was proven so when a six foot tall Aussie rabbit stuffed him into a sack and tossed him into a portal straight into Santoff Clausen where he would be proclaimed the new Guardian of Childhood.
A/N: Hi everybody! Again;) So there you go, another story from Riv. I really hope this was a good idea. *gulps*
So, um, please review? This is like a prolouge, I'm thinking of making at least two more chapters. Do you think I should write them? If I have the time.*rolls eyes* I have so much homework and unmemorized piano repertoire/)_-
But enough of my ramblings!
Love, peace and cookies
River Melody
COOKIES TO ALL WHO ARE READING THIS!*gives cookies to every one*