The wind carried him as far as it could take him - he couldn't go to the moon, to follow the beams of silver dust from their source, but he could go fairly far up. He ran his hand through the dust, and it tingled as it hit his skin. Looking down, Jack could no longer see the ground - it as dark, and there were no lights on in wherever this place was.

It was in England, Jack thought, as he swooped further down towards the ground. He wasn't high up enough to see the shape of the island, but he knew which direction he'd came from, and he recognised the chill of the winds and the storms overhead.
This was England all right.

He followed the moon dust down to its source, and as he got closer and closer, he realised he was heading into a forest. More importantly, he was heading into trees - he tried to stop himself, to have the wind pick him back up just a few feet, but he was too late.

He smashed into a fir tree, hitting every branch on the way day. He groaned as he hit the snow at the bottom, his head spinning as he tried to sit up. He was seeing stars. He shook out his silvery hair, and stood up, clutching the tree trunk for balance.

He looked around for the moon dust, his eyes narrowing as he searched. He had fell a little way from it, and as he walked through the trees to where the silvery dust gathered, he gasped.

There, on the ground, under a dazzling cloak of light and a shower of dust was a girl with long, pale, blonde hair and milk white skin, sprwaled out on the ground. She was beautiful. But then he really saw her.

Her hair was matted and tangled, the skin on her arms and shoulders torn, and the snow around her was crimson with blood. He grit his teeth against the sight, and took a few stumbling steps towards her. He gripped his staff tightly as he crouched down next to her.

He didn't dare go closer than a foot or two to her, in fear of disrupting whatever the dust was doing. Jack looked up at the sky, tilting his head back and muttering to the man in the moon, "What are you doing?"

As he watched, Jack saw the dust coat her arms, seeming to sink under the skin, healing the cuts and bruises and gouges that had ruined her beauty. Her hair turned from blonde to silver, starting at the roots and working its way to the tips of her hair, and where the dust settled on her eyelids, it was absorbed, and though he couldn't see it yet, Jack knew it was doing something.

And then, eventually, the dust settled completely, and soaked into her every pore. The dust stopped coming, and the shine from the moon seemed to lessen slightly. And as Jacked watched, the girl's eyes opened.

10 MINUTES EARLIER

Selena ran back through the forest, following her own footsteps through the snow and the trees, trying to find the cave where she had found the three little children. She had known a party in a forest was a bad idea - usually any idea of her father's was a bad idea anyway. She had got distracted, wandered off, and now she was trying to rescue three children who were probably guests at the party anyway, but still needed help.

She didn't mind giving the help, though. She wanted to help. The poor children looked miserable and hungry, the baby was going blue with cold. It couldn't of been more than a few days old.

The sound of her rapid breathing masked the sound of footsteps, heavy footsteps, coming from behind her. She was running so swiftly she wasn't even bothering to listen to her surroundings, though she really should have been. Because suddenly, in the forest with her, was a wolf. It ran alongside her for a while, just hidden from her vision, and then it pounced.

It knocked her to the ground and winded her, it's teeth snapping at her exposed flesh; her shoulders and her arms especially, as she tried to fend it back.

I'm going to die, she thought. And so are those children.

She tilted her head back, trying to see how far away the cave was from here, wondering if they wolf could get those children too. Maybe it would have had enough when it had finished her off. Refusing to cry, and knwoing she wasn't strong enough to fend off the beast, Selena clamped her eyes and jaw shut, and prayed for death.