The night was cold as the snow filtered softly in the moon light creating a winter wonder land of evergreens, the light of the full moon, and powdered snow. The clearing was empty except for two people one a man and one a woman. If one was to observe them they would not see the subtle body language they were using to communicate with the man was looking distressed and sad the woman intrigued, sad, and a little angry as well. Finally the woman spook in a tired voice "what do you want you called me here for a reason so what is it?"
"I need your help not for myself but for my youngest son."
"Why, you have not helped him out before, why now?"
"You know the rules as well as I do I am not a mother I am not allowed to interfere with their lives ever no matter how much I with it weren't so. I can just point them in the right direction and every time I tried to help him it would just hurt him more."
"So there were other ways you could have helped my mates do it all the time it is not breaking the rules just bending them a little."
"You know I would never do that"
"Yes you wouldn't" the woman said the woman's eyes softened in sympathy at the man's plight. "That still doesn't answer my question though so I will ask again; why me, and why now?"
"The help for him came to late he will heal but not enough he will carry the scars forever until causing him a bloody death that I would never wish for him nor any of my children. I would do anything for him not to suffer as he will." A pained look came over the man's face as he spook the next sentences "anything even if it means I can no longer call him my child."
The woman stiffened in surprise "you would have him as my son?"
"If that's what it took to heal him yes I would have him be your son" he said with a determined voice.
The woman smiled "just for that comment alone I would help you I would also do anything for my little Red even if I could no longer call her my own, but there is one thing I will ask of you if I agree to heal your youngest son."
"Anything name it, if it is in my power it is yours."
"Your oldest intrigues me I think with a little handling he can be what he was originally supposed to be and more I would like a chance to heal him as well."
The man smiled eyes filled with tears of joy it was more then he hoped for he may lose his youngest but he would be happy with the Mother and he would not die the painful death he had seen. "Thank you young mother thank you" he said feeling hope for the first time in centuries.
"Call me Venatrix, Young Mother is my occupation not my name, Man in the Moon."
"Them you can call me Manny, all my children do" he said to Venatrix "so you agree to help him?"
Venatrix smiled sliver hair shining in the moon light "I will help him and I will try to rehabilitate Pitch Black" she says holding out her hand for him to shake.
"Thank you Venatrix I don't know what I would do if you hadn't agreed to heal Jack."
Venatrix shakes her head "It won't be easy Jack Frost has been alone for the most part of his Three hundred years the damage that has caused will be extensive" she warns Manny.
His eyes sadden "I know but there was nothing I could do I tried to get the other spirits to help but nothing worked Sandy would have looked after him if he could but…" Venatrix nodded in understanding, the Sandman rarely got a chance to rest looking after a child would not be good for the Sandman as he barely had time to look after himself. Even so Sandman did what he could for the winter child, which Manny was grateful for; Sandy had given Jack enough contact that he didn't seriously consider suicide as an option. That's not to say he didn't try it at some point but he didn't go hard core Emo ether, which Manny was thankful for.
"He is something perishes that will be a welcome part to the family should to come to it, those children of yours don't know a good thing when they see it, it took them three hundred years just to get a glimpse of what they were missing."
"Yes he is, and I wish the others would have seen it sooner as well" Manny and Venatrix walked through the trees to a pond.
Venatrix smiles at the sight before her "I will get my things together and start tomorrow the sooner I get done the better." She looks at the form of Jack Frost sleeping on a log near his pond golden sand swirling above his head. She looks over at Manny sadness filled his eyes thinking this may be one of the last times he would look upon Jack as his son "if I make him my child he will still need a father." Manny looked at her in confusion "I will be his Mother but you will always be his Father, he is starting to see his siblings as family I would be a fool to take that from him."
"You are too kind Young Mother" said Manny as he choked on his words.
"Na, I just want him to like me what kind of person likes the people that takes them away from their loving family."
Manny laughed "I guess you are right Thank you again you have no idea how much this means to me. Now off with you; you need to get ready for the trip here so wake up."
Venatrix's eyes snapped open and shot up looking around her room and blinked at the sun in her eyes and chuckled "Well Manny you sure know theatrics." She spoke to herself "I guess I'll need to get ready, I'll take Jazzy, Redrun, and Bluestreak with me they will enjoy this trip as much as I will. Look out Guardians of Childhood; you are going to meet the Allspark of Cybertron."
