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Chapter 1
The panda
I can't say I've ever felt much or known many things, especially feelings. I've never known the comfort of a mother or the caring steering of a father but today a warmth I never felt even in the beginning of the first spring or in the heated summers did I ever feel this warmth. I am Jack Frost the man of many cold names and many myths if which I believe do me no true justice of either good or evil, and this is how I melted.
Today was of many others, of caring for the winters round the world and bringing forth the fun of snow and its cold touch when the familiar sound of the ice being scarred by skates echoed into the icy air. I followed the rhythmic sound and found a girl like many others skating on the pond by her house.
She wore a panda hat that covered her rich brown hair that seemed to flare out her light blue eyes. Like many other girls of her age and status she wore hammy downs and old clothes that barely managed to keep her warm. Still later on I came to find myself standing in the same place and to have been gazing at her for too long but still I watched the panda girl as I now deemed to call her.
I cannot point out why I look at her but when she smiled I found that I too wanted to smile and when she fell I had to catch myself for I was deemed to not interfere with her kind. She laughed as she leaped and landed but all joy was lost as a voiced ripped through the air. "JANY! Get your ass in here you got chores!" And then it was again silent.
"Coming." Was all that that she said before stopping.
The panda girl or better yet Jany then came to the edge of the pond where a bench was almost buried in the snow and she sat and after removing her skates hid them inside an old tree. After she went inside and after the shouts and hollers died down and a while after the lights died and the world could hear a certain inhabitants sounds of slumber I peeked into a window of the old shabby house. Her room was again like many other girls but I found myself chuckling at the childlike demeanor of her room. I stared at the stuffed animals that lined her chest at the edge of her bed and the large shelf that held a number of books, art tools, pictures and more. When I noticed my hand reaching for a picture next to her sleeping form I found my pale feet on her fuzzy rug and immediately escaped and gently shut the window tight behind me and retreating into the cold night. I was about to sail the sky's away from this foreign feeling when I noticed the frozen pond that was scared and marked by her early actions. I gazed back towards the house on top of the frozen hill and stared at her window. Why, ran through my mind throughout the day and it sprinted though my mind just as much right now as I skimmed around on the ice making the ice anew and slick to the touch and giving it a perfect thickness that would last towards the end of the season. I left not sparing another thought.
I found myself in another country gazing at the children on the ice and began thinking of her. The glides she made across the ice were more sure than these children along with their parents and she seemed to hold more joy for it out of all of them. I shook myself free of her and left the frozen water.
I'm not one much for song but as I walked along the snow and on frozen power lines I found myself humming. Something I think I've never done and again it was foreign to me, but it was no strange tune it was hers. The same tune she hummed and sang out as she glided and leaped across the ice. I was angered at myself for my stupidity but when I looked up I found myself at her pond but for some reason it was broken as if someone had taken large rocks and tossed them or taken a large hammer to it. Having an inkling I went to the tree where she hid her skates and found it empty and bare and had been for a long time. I waited until darkness and made my way to her window which still held light and peeked in. She held in her hands her beloved skates. The boots were torn and shredded and the blades broken and chipped to no longer to be used. She wept over them and all of my previous thoughts of anger and stupidity disappeared like snow in summer and was then replaced by helplessness. I stared at her as she cried over them and then noticed on the far wall above her head a calendar and a week was left before Christmas. This thought was probably against every rule and mostly against myself but I knew it had to be done. I leaped off the roof and followed the cold wind that headed north and braced myself for just about anything.
