Breathe, for the first time now
I come alive somehow
He heard a voice.
A calm, gentle voice.
He was in water.
But he wasn't drowning.
Something… Someone…
Was bringing him back.
Back to the surface.
He had no memory.
No memories of falling into the water…
No memories of his family…
None whatsoever.
Yet something… Someone…
Was helping him.
His pale form burst quietly from beneath the ice.
He was holding a stick… No a staff, with a curved end.
He floated up.
Then the moon talked to him.
He told him his name.
Jack Frost.
Then Jack flew gleefully into the village.
But no one could see him.
Word count: 100
AN:, I wrote this ages ago, posted it and got no reviews. I figured, now that I'm more popular, someone might wanna check it out?
ttyl ;- ]
