'But the bravest are surely those who have the clearest vision of what is before them, glory and danger alike, and yet notwithstanding, go out to meet it.'
- Thucydides
I was twelve years old when he gave it to me – a single snowflake hung on a black nylon cord. He said that since he had become a guardian and children had begun to believe in him that his magic had been growing stronger, that the snowflake would never melt so long as we were both around. He was getting increasingly busy with his duties and he wouldn't be able to visit me for a while, but he told me that if I were ever to need him, that I need only hold onto the necklace, call to him and believe.
That was five years ago now…
I haven't seen him in four.
I got up from my bed and walked over to the desk, taking care to tread lightly on the creaky floor boards; I didn't want to wake my family (today had been rough enough on all of them as it was). When I had crossed the room, I pulled the chair away from my oak desk and took a seat. The necklace sat there in front of me, glittering in the moonlight. If there was ever a time that I needed my guardian… it'd be now.
'If there's ever a time that you need me, you can call me, Jamie… I'm just like the moon during the daytime – just because you can't see me, doesn't mean I'm not still there.'
Jack has never broken a promise to me yet.
A/N: Hallo! Finally, got a spare moment to start a story that punched me in the face one night. Just one more exam on Monday and then I'll be free to write more over the holidays. This story might be a little sadder than some of my others. My goal is to write something a little less cheesy than my others... they're starting to bother me. We'll see how it ends up I guess. The next chapters should be way longer than this one (I'm just tired and needed a break from studying genetics). Hope you like it!
