Chapter 1

The first thing that he saw was the shining moon. A big ball on the dark sky.
The first thing that he felt was the wind. He was blowing in his hair und brought a cool breeze.
The fist thing that he heard was two words:

Jack Frost.

The moon told him that. Or he was whispering it. Because it was so quite that he almost miss it.

Jack frost. Was that his name? It must be. He can't remember. But it felt so right, like it was made for him. And now that he thought about it, he didn't know how he got here. Or where here was. What happened to him? Questions after questions flew trough his head and wouldn't stop. He began to panic. But after he looked at the moon again began the storm in his head to quieten. The panic and fear disappeared and he felt safe. But why?

Suddenly he felt the ground under his feet and his eyes swept away from the moon to his feet. He stood bare feet on the ice. His gaze swept around him and saw that he stood on a frozen pond. How did he get here? He tried to ignore the question and looked around him more. The moment he tried to take a step his toes touched something. With a little jump he glanced down at his feet. There lay a long wooden staff at his feet, easy twice his size with a strange hook on one end. He touched the staff with his blank toe. The moment there is contact frost and ice began to spread along the wood. Like ferns decorated it the staff. Amazed he crouched down and took the wood in his little hands.

It felt so right. It wasn't heavy and was balanced in his hands. Still did it slide out of his hands a little bit und touched with its under side the icy pond. He did another jump when more ice spread around his feet. Did he do this?

With curiosity he walked to near by trees around the pond and nudged gently against a tree. Immediately the frost and ice spread against the wooden surface. A big grin nearly split his face at that. Laughing he touched more trees with the same result. He raced back to the pond and his staff is leaving icy frost pictures in his wake. Fascinated he watched this spectacle and danced over the pond.

But when Jack came near the big rock on the edge of the pond the wind grabbed little Jack and took him in the air. He chocked on air and clutched shocked his staff while he waited for the fall. The wind took him to a big tree and put him on a branch. Before he slid off the branch he put his arms around the trunk of the tree. After the shock faded did he laugh out loud.

Jack raised his hand instinctively and let the wind flow trough his fingers. He manoeuvred it around him to gently raise him up off the branch. Again he laughed. This is fun, what he can do with this!

His gaze turned to the distance to enjoy the view and found a group of houses not to far off his pond. His pond. Again he raised himself up with the help off the wind and took to the sky to get nearer. Little Jack wondered what he would find?

He definitely had to practice his landing. It wasn't quite the landing Jack had in mind and he crashed in a small pile of snow. But it didn't destroy his fun, quite the opposite. Disoriented he tried to get up only to fall again. Laughing raised himself to his feet and tried to get the snow from his clothes off.

As his gaze swept to the small village he saw a bonfire in the middle of the larger group of houses. Around it were some people walking around doing their business and lots of kid were running around and played some games with each other. At this sight little Jack had to smile. Someone had to know where he is.

He approached a group of several women and asked:" Good day, can you tell me where I am?" But nobody answered him. Jack shrugged his shoulders and thought that they are maybe to engrossed in their conversation to hear him. With a sigh he turned away.

A child came running his way and he took the chance.

"Hey kid, can you tell me-"

But before he could complete his question the child ran through his body. He curled his body from the pain and for a moment he couldn't breath. Before he could recover several other people walked through him. Scared and with panic in his eyes he ran away from the little village. What happened? Why couldn't nobody see him? Was he a ghost?

With tears in his eyes he let the wind carry him away.