I really appreciate your guy's reviews! Thank you. It's the thing that drives me to break out of my writer's block. But anyways, here a relatively short chapter!
Years whisked by for Jack Frost. He saw the changes of the world, how technology changed, and how the towns changed… Everything seemed too fast for him and he never seemed to get a tight grip on time.
Jack never felt to belong anywhere. Whenever he ordered the winds to bring him home, he never seemed to mean it.
Home? He laughed at the thought. Jack Frost never had a home. He was a loner who brought up blizzards and snow days for solely the entertainment of himself and the children around him.
"Remember to stay warm, or Jack Frost will come nipping at your nose!" The mothers would say to their children. It became as a false hope for the immortal boy, since he came to realize that it was just a saying.
Jack Frost was a practical myth that everyone would think as fake.
There would be days where he would see a reflection of himself through a window or some puddles laying around the street. Why did he have silver hair? Why did his eyes look so icy? Why did he leave snow wherever he went?
Jack talked to himself. He was lonely, and he hadn't had company or a buddy to have a simple conversation together in decades.
"Who am I, Man in the Moon?" he yelled uselessly, cyan eyes pleading to the pure white moon above. "What am I supposed to do here? You only told me my name, and no more. I'm begging you, please tell me."
Silence. He never received even a single word from the moon.
Days, weeks, months, and years passed by Jack Frost and he still was confused, lost in his own abyss of seeming despair. 300 years already, he recalled, and Jack thought that the Man in the Moon might have forgotten about him.
And suddenly, right in the nick of time, the Guardians called for the immortal boy.
You, reader, most likely know the rest of the story. He unconsciously joins them, although refusing to. He, along with the Sandman, the Tooth Fairy, Santa Clause, and the Easter Bunny, defeated the nightmare spirit by the name of Pitch.
Jack realized that he was a Guardian not just because of his power to control frost and snow, but because he had courageously saved his younger sister from death, and instead sacrificed himself to that danger.
And that is why Jack Frost is what he is now. The Man in the Moon, the wisest spirit in the realm, chose Jackson Overland Frost. Not just because of his honorable death, but because of protecting his younger sister.
Jack was her true guardian, protector of her safety, hopes, memories, and dreams.
But that is not the end of the story. You see, every individual Guardian has a past. A past so secure that no one, not even the most powerful spirit can barge into.
But as everyone says, even the strongest has a weakness.
Just because of that one weakness of the past, Jack Frost will accidentally share his past with a particular someone; a rather ordinary someone who never had a second thought on Santa, the Tooth Fairy, the Sandman, the Easter Bunny, or even Jack Frost.
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Caliber sat at the back seat of the old mini-van. Her chin was propped on her closed palm and her brown eyes darted past the trees whizzing past by. Her mother was steering the car, concentrating on driving on the dangerously iced road.
"Are we there yet?" the adolescent moaned for the umpteenth time. A moment of silence dragged past until her mother spoke up.
"Cal, I just told you a few minutes ago!" the woman replied irritatingly, squinting her eyes through the heavy snow fall. "Now why don't you keep reading that book you've been interested in for the past few days?"
The girl let out a defiant humph and crossed her arms. "I've finished it already."
Her mom ignored her remark.
Caliber sighed and gave up, slumping back into the car seat. Cheery Christmas music played from the car's radio, a bit of a static sound here and there. The soft hum of the engine lulled her and made her drowsy.
Moments later, a faded blue sign passed by her vision from the window and on it were marred white block words spelling out "Welcome to Burgess!" with a cheery figure of a scratched snowman, waving a mitted hand, cruelly mocking Caliber.
"I want to go back home, mom."
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Up high, very high above the white clouds was a boy.
An odd boy, anyone would think; Rather slim and tall, a worn-out royal blue sweater, brown tattered trousers, and notably barefoot.
He was calmly floating in mid-air, strange silver hair rustling in the soft breeze while strikingly blue eyes darted sharply at the distant continents below. His pale and delicately chapped lips were pursed together in concentration.
"Already made Japan have a bucket-load of snow, check," the boy started, rubbing his chin in deep thought. "China, more and more drizzles, check… Europe, well I already gave it some mist here and there. Guess that's enough, so another check…"
He averted his eyes to the western side of the US. The wind had been telling him not to make it snow there for the past two-hundred years, and had specifically pointed out California— His eyebrows cocked at the thought and tilted his head in question.
"Jeez. You can be reeeaally weird sometimes, huh Wind?"
The breeze slowly rose to a stronger gust of wind, as if berating the boy for what he had said. The boy burst out into a fit of boyish giggles, holding a hand to his mouth in a sarcastic way in order to silence himself. "Alright, alright…!" He cackled, breaking into a new account of laughter. "I get your drift, Wind. The humans won't get used to it and die from frostbite, yeah yeah. Well then, seems like I finally finished my job!"
He sighed triumphantly, took one last intake of his artwork down below him, and ordered the winds to bring him back home.
"I'm comin' back, Burgess!"
So short, I know… I think I could have done a LOT better with this chapter, but I don't want to keep y'all waiting. Please review and tell me what you think of it!