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AU-22 (1712 AD)

Third Person POV:

Amy Overland Frost stood there frozen as frost began lingering around Jack, the wind scowling around him like a vortex. Ice appeared in every corner and wall edges of the living room. The temperature of the room drastically dropped so low Pippa began to shiver. Amy just stood there as the wind hurled around Jack. Pippa Frost stepped back as Jack stared at the three family members in shock.

Hendrick Overland Frost grabbed hold of Pippa as Jack stepped back. The wind seemed to shut the door as if by force while frost and blistering ice formed at the edges of the door, shutting it forever and trapping the family inside. Jack's eyes moved to the door as if he was scared also while the family grabbed hold of each other.

Amy Frost's POV:

"J-Jack, w-what's h-happening," I barely stuttered those words out as the temperature quickly drops.

"I-I...don't know," Jack stared at our deepening fear as we take our stand.

"W-what is this sorcery, son," Hendrick took a step forward, still falling in depth of fear of our own son.

After hearing our son died a few weeks ago, all of us were devastated. We mourned together as a family as we cried for Jackson, our only son. Pippa was the most traumatized for she had experienced it all, but we tried to comfort her. She didn't speak or leave the house for so long, I thought she would've been broken completely, never again to live her life to the fullest and learn to have fun just like Jack would have.

After about a week, the entire village gathered for us in Jack's funeral which held just near the lake, where he died. Pippa and I huddled over the scene of the incident as the priest discussed his prayers and best regards to Jack. We both mourned as we said our best memories with Jack in front of the crowd. Hendrick felt the worst in his heart so I took his place during the funeral. It was devastating. Though, people supported us through the whole process of grief, we still felt burden of emptiness in the family. There was no talking of Jack throughout the few first weeks since it only brought flashbacks and sorrow upon us.

Once we found out he was alive, all I was thinking about was how happy to see, clouded to know why he was even alive; so we were all clouded on this reincarnation of Jack. We all hugged each other like a family reunion only to realized the entire atmosphere of the room had change. The room drastically fell below freezing level as if on purpose while the door suddenly shut, trapping us as frost and ice freeze the edges of the door as well as the walls and corners of the room. I felt so terrified and began to process the thought of why was Jack even alive when in truth he was supposedly be dead. I feel as though this Jack was fake for his appearance is unlike him. I felt something inside me, like a gut feeling that this was not my son. This...being, as you might call, cannot be my son. This must be an imitation of Jack, to keep us a reminder of his death because in truth, he's supposedly be dead right now. My eyes start to water before I realized it. This...demon is not my son

"Y-you're not my son, aren't you..." I barely held those words before started to tear up.

Jack's POV:

You're not my son

I felt like my heart throb behind my lungs and shriveled below my stomach as I stepped back in disbelief. The world around started spinning as my brain tries to fully function those distasteful words of hell. How can I not be her son? Does she even recognized me? Am I too unrecognizable to even think of me? Did...did they forgotten about me? That last question nearly held my tongue as I bit into those last words of thought. I...I felt myself perspire yet no sweat came out, my thoughts began to take over my words of grief.

"W-what are you talking about?" I took a step back, scared as hell.

"My son...is supposedly be dead. You...a-are not my son!" She scolded me like I'm some sort of demon. I can't even process those words. My head fell back as I try to breathe in and out. How can she say that? My own mother, say that to her own son? This...this is not...I can't even believe what she said to me.

"P-pippa, go get the Priest, please," Mom quickly pushed Pippa away from a bear hugged of her leg.

"Amy, what are you doing," Dad said as he grabbed my Mom's arm. She quickly got hold of her right arm and yanked the other arm away from my Dad. My Mom quickly fell back in tears as she help Pippa bang the shut and frozen door. I stared at them with fear and grief. My heart cannot take this any longer. They all wanted to get away from me. But why? What's wrong with me? Why won't they say anything to me?! I took another step back and banged my back against a corner of the living room.

"Mom, t-this door...it's frozen shut!" Pippa tried to yank the door to pry open but her body was not meant to push or yank doors three times her size. She quickly gave up knowing she was not able to prevail the door. Mom helped Pippa by banging the door with her shoulder, but she was trapped as all of us. The door was completely shut, was this my doing? Is that why they're afraid of me? I...I trapped them, didn't I?

"...Yell for help, then," Mom screamed against her will. She quickly held Pippa up her arms and scurried to the window yelling for help. My Dad quickly helped her knowing tears began to rain down his face. I stood there frozen knowing my family was...afraid of me.

My hands began to sweat as I held my hands behind my back. I'm lost again. I felt like I died again, only in the inside. Why are they afraid of me? I'm their son, and Pippa is my sister.

Within a few minutes, a few citizens outside would have noticed the screaming in the Frost residence. The villagers would soon packed their pitchforks, muskets, or anything in an emergency as the Frost continue to yell for help or a Priest. The Priest would soon over hear their sufferings, grab his Bible and a rosary, heading for the Frost house. I just stood there in the corner wishing to be invisible right this instant. I wish I was invisible, or was not even reincarnated at all! Why couldn't I've died at the lake like ordinary beings and have their souls enter heaven or hell like regular souls whom are either bad or good during their mortal lives. Why am I alive again anyway?

As if to startle me from my inner thoughts, a large noise came from outside the door. I quickly gazed my focus to the door, only noticing the family standing back as a large intimidating man used a large iron axe to tear the door like he would to chop down trees. I would've guess this would be the end of me, again. But instead it would be the end of me from the villagers themselves. Surprisingly yet sadly for me, I didn't react to any of this, until I noticed frost lingering around the floor boards. I quickly noticed the ice around my family's legs to form. I stared at the forming ice, encircling their shoes before they all started to shiver.

Just then, the door busted open in half as the frost continue to spread unnoticed. A large crowd began entering the room along with their weapons aimed for any targets the Frost would give them. As the crowd settles down, the Priest shrugged through the crowd with the Bible in his right hand and a rosary in his left, trying to understand what's the situation. I was all too confused at this point. Everything's going too fast.

"Ma'am what's going on...is that Jackson?" the Priest and the crowd of villagers stood their ground, all eyes were on me.

"J-jackson, y-you're a-alive?" the Priest held his Bible tighter in his hands. He was all too aware of the situation by this point. Everyone around me were all too shock to even make a move. How could they not? They know I'm suppose to be dead, yet here I am, lingering on the Earth like some ghost or something.

"Yeah, I am," I whispered the words out but I'm pretty sure everyone heard since all of them seemed too shock or scared, all focused on me with their ghastly eyes.

"Priest, h-he's not my s-son...I tell you," Mom smudged her arm against her eyes, trying not to cry again while pointing her other arm aimed at me.

"Priest..." I'm so fucked up right now. Everyone was now focusing their weapons at me, sweating like they're facing some sort of demonic being or the devil. This situation has gotten out of hand really fast. Everyone was sweating with fear and possibly danger even though the temperature of the room was below zero degrees (Fahrenheit).

"Mom, how can I not be your son, please Mom, have mercy," tears began to water down my eyes as the situation intensifies.

"You are too pale to be my son, you're possibly some spirit or demon or...something, please just leave us alone in peace...you disgusting yourself as our deceased son is just another way to lure us into your demonic wishes," both the Priest and my Mom said separately. Both looked anxious as they sneered their eyeballs at my face. My hands are somewhat bound to the staff as the staff seemed to create frost around the surrounding floorboards.

"Mom, I am your son," I stomped my foot in front of me, causing frost to form around my foot and the crowd to step back as the atmosphere cools again. Then, a thought sparked in me, maybe I could take memories of me and my mom together which would probably convince them to realized I am their true Jackson.

"Mom, remember the time I led the family through the woods even though there were wolves and Dad wasn't home, I was there to lead the way...and...and remember the time Pippa got sick and I helped you make porridge and mashed corn for her," I started to recall the memories I helped Mom and the family through family problems. "Please Mom, I am your Jack."

"A-anyone could have spotted me and my Jack doing that," my Mom still denies this but she started to cry again as Dad comforts her by hugging her. Dad was confused to either side with me or my Mom. Pippa was well confused to side with also. The Priest though not so convinced whom still held the Bible in front of him, ready to defend.

"Mom...I really don't want to tell the secret you kept for just the two of us..."

"What secret! Only my Jack and I only spoken of that secret..." my Mom stopped sobbing and sighed, "if...if you can prove that secret is the secret I told Jackson, then...then you are truly my son."

As if time itself froze, everything froze in mid-air as the debate to accused myself as a son of the Frost family or a demon intensifies as well as my Mom's and Pippa's hopes of me also grew. Mom covered Pippa's ears so she wouldn't hear the dirty secret about her.

"B-back when I was ten..." I took a big breath trying to recall the long so forgotten secret seven years ago, "Y-you told me that you..." Everyone in the room froze as the last breathe heavies out the cold freezing atmosphere. Sweat and must filled the room while the grip of their weapons are tightened as agitation increased. "I...you told me when Pippa was born, you would give her away because you wanted another boy to take care of us but I told you that...that I would take care of Pippa instead, so that's why I spend time with her a lot more than you do to her...you...regretted it for just saying it...you were depressed because Dad wasn't home for three days from hunting, you...actually w-wanted to leave Pippa away...and you only told me," I cried at that moment. Mom hoped Pippa didn't hear the entire thing and just hugged Pippa trying to calm both herself and my little sister. Fortunately Pippa was crying too loud to hear what I said and Mom was hugging her hands against Pippa's ears so Pippa didn't hear the entire confession. Dad looked at Mom in anger and regret as he stepped back away from both me and Mom. Mom just cried nodding that it was all true. Both of us were relief that Pippa was confused meaning she didn't hear the secret but now Dad and the entire village heard the secret.

"J-Jackson," Mom moved Dad out of the way and hugged me like a mother would to her son, "You-you really are my son."

"But how were you reborn," one of the men behind the crowd asked, all of them nodding holding up their weapons in position.

"I...I don't know...I only heard a voice..." people around me began mumbling to each other while the Priest was lost at that thought.

"Sorcery...it was sorcery I tell ya," one of them shouted out and everyone took some steps closer to me.

"Wait...let me..."

"Let Jack explain himself," the Priest held his hand high causing the crowd's outcry to dissipate. I was astonished by the Priest's nodding and understanding, probably knowing that I am really Jack. I nodded to him as the Priest held his Bible close to him, praying to God in silent.

"T-thanks..." I nodded and proceeded to my assertion, "...As I said before...a voice told me my name. The voice...came from the sky, from the moon, I think. It...it brought me back to life...like my soul was again entering my body." I held my breath hoping it was convincing enough, because of course, it was true after all.

"...so...the voice from the sky..." the Priest mumbled in his thought, "It could've been God giving you a second chance, a miracle perhaps, to give you one last chance to live after you save your sister." That was actually believable giving relation to God's reincarnated lost child. Maybe that was God who talked to me, I never thought of it that way since the voice came directly from the moon. Maybe God was on the moon? Moon God? Whatever it is, the crowd of villagers nodded to each other in agreement. Priest thanked to God in his mumbling tone and gave me a reassuring smile in the promise. I'm so kind of miracle I guess. God had given me another chance.

Mom continued to hugged me and thanking God and Jesus for my resurrection and this extraordinary miracle. It was definitely a miracle how I survived this explanation thing, and was also stressful. Either I would be killed again by these villagers or I would survive, my life would be changed.