Prologue
The wooden ship groaned as the seas ravaged its hull. The fierce winds violently filled the sails, which carried the vessel up the swells. Rain bombarded the deck and the crew, who worked furiously to prevent a capsize.
A young man grunted as he was tossed around on deck, trying to help the deckhands.
He wore maroon shirt, tan pants, brown shoes, which were dripping wet. He yelped as ice cold water crashed over the side and pushed him down onto the deck.
Coughing, he struggled to stand, then a gloved hand pulled him up.
"Perhaps you should get below."
He looked up as lightning illuminated the man's face.
The King.
"Sire, I...I"
"Are you alright?" He asked.
"Yes sir."
Then, the ship lurched and the sound of cracking wood caused the boy to react without thinking as another flash of lightning briefly showed him the shadow of a falling mast.
He shoved the King while moving forward, but slipped and fell. The King slipped as well and landed on his rear but quickly extended his hand in an attempt at pulling him forward.
Too late.
The mast landed on his legs, causing him to cry out as the ship lurched again. The hull creaked and groaned, crew members were falling off the deck as the vessel flipped.
The cold sea swallowing it up within seconds as another wave crashed down, pushing the overturned ship beneath the surface for good.
...
"My goodness..."
An old man sat in his lighthouse, which had been modified into a make shift house thanks to his efforts. the old man had observed the ship sinking from the safety of his lighthouse. He was surrounded by cuckoo clocks, all of which ticked and tocked in unison. He put down his spyglass on the desk that was nearest to him and ran down the stairs, grabbing his coat and hat before heading out.
As he ran towards the boathouse, he scanned the water for survivors who were floating towards the shore line. He spotted one, who was clinging onto a late piece of wood.
Quickly, the man got in his rowboat and made his way out to the lone survivor as the rain continued to fall and the seas churned.
It took a lot of effort, but he made his way out the the young man and pulled him into the boat. Then, as the seas began to calm, made his way back to shore.
As he rowed, he looked at the the young man, who's legs appeared to be crushed. Immediately, his mind began to work on how he would help this poor soul.
Luckily, they reached the shore with relative ease, which was followed by a walk up the beach towards the old man's lighthouse with the injured sailor in his arms.
Kicking the door open with his foot, the old man grunted as he struggled up the stairs.
As he reached the top, he set the boy down on his bed, which was located in the back corner of the room, shaking his head as he realized what he would have to do.
A knock on the door prompted him to turn his attention from the young man, but realizing time was of the essence, ignored his visitor.
He walked over to his desk and began gathering materials as another, louder knock came on the door.
"I'm terribly sorry but I'm busy at the moment, please come back at a later date!" He shouted.
"Too busy for an old friend?" A voice replied.
The old man stopped in his tracks, then he darted down the stairs, putting on his spectacles as he did so. Opening the door, he saw no one, but upon looking down a short grey skinned being with long spikes hair that resembled dry grass. His body covered by moss and golden crystals hanging from vines, which wrapped around his torso.
"Pabbie." The old man said with a grin, then his expression turned serious.
"I need your help."
...
The elderly troll stood over the young man, examining his broken body.
"What are you going to do for him?"
The old man sighed.
"His legs are destroyed, he would never walk again. If not for my plan."
The troll nodded, looking at his friend's construction project.
"I wonder where he is from, what his name is." The old man continued.
"I could find that out quite easily, it would be for the best after all. He'll be in a panic when he wakes." Pabbie told him, putting a hand on the sailor's forehead.
"What do you see?" The old man asked.
The troll was muttering to himself and did not reply.
Then his eyes snapped open and he shakily took his hand off the young man's head.
"Rikard, get him out of here."
The old man turned around.
"Excuse me?"
"This fellow is very dangerous, he cannot be allowed to stay here. We must bring him to Arendelle!" The troll explained.
"Why?"
"You cannot possibly understand, but trust me when I tell you should never had pulled him from the sea!" Pabbie shouted.
"What has he done? What did you see?"
The troll looked at his friend, then at the sailor.
"It is not what he's done. It's about what he will do, what he was born to do."
Rikard simply stared at his friend in disbelief.
"Can't you change him, like how you did Princess Ana?" He asked.
The troll contemplated this option.
"I don't care what he has done, or what he might do. I will not sentence him to death."
"Understand what this will mean my friend. I can change his memories, but I cannot change who he is, and where he comes from. Should something or someone break my spell, there is no telling what will happen."
The old man nodded.
"I understand."
The troll place his hand on the young man's head, not looking happy with his friend's choice.
"What do you want to call him?"
...
3 years later
A symphony cuckoo clocks sounded in the lighthouse.
"Kasper, time to get up!" A voice shouted.
The young man's orange eyes pried open, A peculiar feature.
The boy sat up and swung his legs out of bed. Made of steel from the knee down, they looked like the armor of knight to an average person, but Kasper knew that at birth, he had no legs. So his grandfather built him some, allowing him to grow up normally.
He yawned and stretched his arms before kneeling down and pulling out the trunk from under his bed. He put on his dark grey pants, which appeared to tuck into his metal legs. Next he put on his long sleeved red shirt and made his way downstairs to the cramped, but homey lower floor of the lighthouse.
"Morning!" He chimed, walking past his grandfather who was eating breakfast.
"Good morning." The old man said, brushing some bread crumbs from his beard.
Can you go into town later, I need some things from the market."
"Sure, I was gonna head down there anyways. See if there are any new books to read in the Royal Archives."
"Very good, I'm glad you enjoy reading so much. Say, did you ever finish that book I gave you for your birthday?"
"Advanced Mechanisms?" He asked.
"Yeah, that's the one!" The old man said with a wide grin.
Kasper scratched the back of his neck.
"Um...I haven't finished it yet, but I'm working on it...it's just so..."
"Fascinating?"
"Yeah...something like that."
"I knew you'd love it!" He shouted before handing a sandwich the young lad.
"Well, now that I have breakfast, I best be off." He said, turning towards the door.
The old man nodded.
"If you hurry, you can finish shopping before the market gets crowded."
"Good bye grandfather, I'll be back by noon!"
"You be careful now Kasper!"
"I will!" He replied as the door shut.
...
The young man walked down the path until the lighthouse was out of sight.
He stopped in the middle of the trail, looking around to ensure he was alone.
He closed his eyes and clenched his fists.
"Come on." He muttered after a minute or so.
Then he felt it.
A tingling coming from his back, he opened one eye ever so slightly and saw it.
His wings.
Grey smoke rolling of wings made of orange energy, as if it was made out of sunlight.
Then the figures flickered, he closed his eyes tightly.
"No no no." He muttered.
He felt a strange sensation at the base of his skull.
He didn't know what, but I was like something was on the tip of his tongue.
A name, but of what?
A person?
A place?
A thing?
Then, the tingling on his back went away.
His mind felt normal again, no sensation in his skull, no random thoughts uncontrolled thoughts.
He sighed in defeat and continued down the trail.
Maybe next time.
...
Hello value reader!
Thanks for getting this far! I hope you enjoyed my first little creation and I hope you interested in seeing what happens next! I saw Frozen the other day and had the idea for this story at around 10 last night!
Next chapter, we'll be meeting up with the bulk of Frozen's cast, and I hope that I keep these characters in character at all time. If you see me slipping in that department, I would appreciate some constructive feedback, or feedback of any kind really!
Any who, thanks for reading and until next time...
UP UP AND AWAY!
*flies off*