I know what I saw that day, and I'll keep believing and telling the tale until I die.
It was not long after my brother fell through the same patch of ice he had just saved me from. I stood frozen where I was, scared and in horror of what I had just witnessed. As a first reaction, I looked up at the moon who decided to show in the mid-afternoon that day.
"Please," I called out to the moon, "Save Jack. Please save Jack, he saved me and you can save him! Please save him!"
Although the moon remained still, the air around me changed. The ice that was broken froze again instantly and made the pond ice stronger than wood. And then, the branch that had snapped and fell off of a tree that my brother had used not long after began to form ice quickly. In my eyes, the branch rose off of the ground and slowly vanished. More miraculous things happened after that.
A tree out of many in the forest froze instantly, and then another from three trees over. Out of nowhere! I began to feel scared, so I quickly ran from the pond and back home. But I know what I saw, and I know what happened.
"Mom!" I cried, coming back into our log cabin. "Jack... he..."
I couldn't even express how my brother had just saved me from a fate he had earned himself.
"The moon..." I tried to say, as my mother broke down in tears at what I had told her, "The moon saved him. I saw it for my own eyes. The moon has given Jack another chance."
She didn't believe, all she could think was that her oldest son was gone from her... forever. But I believe. I believe that the moon saved my brother. I believe that the moon gave him another chance to live because he had helped me live. Now, as long as the moon still comes out when the sun moves it aside for morning, and as long as the sun comes out from hiding behind the clouds; I will always believe in my brother. I will always believe... in Jack Frost.