(Day 1)
Darkness…that's the first thing I remember…
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Chill
(Day 3)
"It's cold…" Lucy gasped pitifully.
Jack didn't understand.
The child quaked like a leaf in the breeze, her locks sprinkled delicately with his frost.
"What's wrong?" He asked, although she couldn't hear him, swirling anxiously around her on the wind.
"It'll be okay, Luce." Her older sister comforted, pulling the small girl's mitten in her gloved hand gently. "We're almost home."
"But weren't you going to stay?" Jack's plead echoed invisibly, the temperature dropping as the spirit grew upset.
The wind turned biting. Lucy to mewled in discomfort.
"Damn this cold!" Emilia spat, clutching her younger sister tighter and jogging towards their cabin.
Jack recoiled. The pair reached the cabin they had left not five minutes ago and rushed inside. Determined to understand why, the winter spirit followed them. Jack winced at the sudden wave of hot air roiling over him.
Emilia shuddered as a blast of cold air followed them into the cabin, and their mother rushed in surprise to the frostbitten pair.
"Emilia, what happened? You've been gone only a moment!" Mary exclaimed, quickly gathering up her poor shivering Lucy and taking the girl to the fireplace.
"I don't know! Lucy just- just- frosted over suddenly."
"It must be colder out there than I thought." Mary murmured worriedly, rubbing Lucy quickly as her daughter pressed closer to the fire.
Jack watched guiltily from the rafters, realizing that whatever was wrong happened because of him. Apparently one couldn't frost over a person the same way one frosted over a tree or a window; he didn't realize people were so feverishly hot until he touched the girl… he didn't know they needed to stay at that temperature…
Lucy's shaking began to ease, and Mary sighed in relief. Jack noticed the girl's skin slowly change from his pale hue to a… warmer shade. With her daughters safely recovering, their relieved but shaken mother began to scold them.
"If it's too cold outside you should both come back to the cabin immediately. Emilia!" The older sister flinched as Mary continued, "Your sister could very well have caught her death out there, young lady! You both are staying indoors until March! Understand?"
"March?!" Emilia cried in horror, "But it's the end of December!"
Jack watched in silence. He would have been pale if his skin wasn't already pallid white. Caught her death? To the winter spirit, cold never became biting or numbing. Even at fifty below, or seventy, the air didn't freeze him. How could something be uncomfortably cold? He hadn't meant to hurt the girl, the frost just looked so pretty on her small form… She could have died. Jack shuddered, and stared at his own frost, its delicate pattern adorning every inch of his pale flesh and clothing.
Suddenly, the trio jumped and Mary rushed to shut the front door as a gust of icy air opened it.
The Jack flew up on the wind, a turbulent flurry of snow spinning around him. The spirit had hoped he was like all the people around him. Despite everything he could do, and how no one could see him, he might at least be normal, somehow. Now he doubted he was remotely human to begin with.
Quick Explanation of Title- Around Chapter 4 this puppy is going to take a nose dive into a completely different plotline, so I figured Hey! Let's split it apart in case you, dear reader, are only interested in the subject of whatever a nonexistent amnesiatic boy with icy superpowers does after waking up in the middle of nowhere.
At least the moon told him his name. And nothing else. Good going, moon. This is what happens when you don't explain the basics.
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