Jack Frost

The faint sun light is reflected in pieces of white snow, the tears of the forgotten memories of the sky. The children play happily in the lifeless pale ground, in which the flowers are dying under the merciless frozen water. Jack really enjoyed spending his days with children; he didn't have to worry about Pitch, or with his past or with who he is. But something was bothering him.

What's wrong with me all these days? I don't sleep, but even so I dream. How is it possible? I'm not just spacing out, it is as if I stop belonging to this world, and venture to another one. And it is always about the same. A island covered by a green, fresh and full of hope trees, white, pure sand, the burning sun, the clear water and strange creatures tearing apart the sky. And a…boy…is mounting a creature as dark as night… flying along the fearless wind… Brown hair… a face full of life… big… green… eyes… a somehow slim body…and a wooden leg? It must be just my imagination. After all, such a thing could not exist. Maybe it is from a distant past. But such creatures are not in any historical fonts. Well, adults don't believe in the guardians as well, so, I guess I should not use this as an example. It must be nothing! I'll just forget this and continue whatever I'm doing.

The Jack took a deep breath and, with the wind, he flew from that white scenario. He had nowhere to go, he didn't want to go back to North's castle and he didn't have a house his own, so he just wondered in the air without any purpose drowned in thoughts. The fatal cold air could pierce yours and mine skin, but for him it was just a light breeze, and sad and melancholic breeze, without a home or destiny, it just wandered there, covered in frozen tears of solitude and despair.

Oh! Unfortunate boy! He passed right in top of the lake in which he died. As he saw the deadly and sadistic frozen lake and his old house, in which he lived happily with his family, tears came to his eyes. He tried to stop them, but the sadness was such, he didn't have a chance against them.

I can't run away from it forever! I have to go in there and affront the phantoms of the past! Maybe that way this sadness will stop, the rain will stop, and a beautiful rainbow will appear in the sky. Only then I can find peace.

And so he did, he landed right in front of the house. The putrid wooden door barely stood up, she was all covered in scratches and the insects were slowly destroying the door. When he touched it, it fell on the brown snow covered by pieces of wood. He then, proceeded into the little house. The inside was dark, full of spider webs and had an awful smell. In every step, you could hear the floor screaming his lungs out which made the cockroaches run like scared cats to their black holes. By opening one brown wooden door, a little better conserved than the first one, he found the kitchen. It smelled worse than the entry hall, with was full of rotten fruit and vegetables, many ugly, fat flies were cutting the air and there were broken plates all over the place. Jack fell in the floor crying tears full of pain while remembering the happy times he had while eat together with his sister his father and mother.

Why? ...Why won't the tears stop flowing? …Why?!...WHY?!

And there he stood crying on the floor, the tears escaping through the holes on the floor, he didn't mind about the smell, the flies and the cockroaches, he just wanted to see his family member's faces, just one more time. Without any warning, some kind of magical portal appeared in the middle of the kitchen irradiating it with its pure and white light. When he looked at it, he suddenly found himself in another place, no, he was in the same place, but it was illuminated by the light of a candle, in a bowl in the middle of the table there was fresh fruit, in the table you could see three plates with also fresh vegetables in front of three people, a man, a woman and a little girl.

Mom? Dad? Sis? Hey, I'm here. Look over here!

But they couldn't hear him; after all they were just a memoir, so he just stayed silent and watched the scene. The three of them were sided in wooden chairs, the woman only cried, the girl sobbed, but the man had a red expression full of rage in his face.

-WHY DIDN'T YOU DO SOMETHING?! – said the man.

-WHY DIDN'T HELP HIM?!

-I…I…I didn't know what to do! - The little girl responded with her face wet by the tears.

-YOU'RE JUST A USELESS GIRL, WHO CAN'T EVEN PROCTECT HER OWN BROTHER!

-MY SON! GIVE HIM BACK! – said the woman sobbing with tears running in her face, while grabbing her daughter's arm.

-Mom stop it, you're hurting me, please.

-DON'T TALK LIKE THAT TO YOUR MOTHER! DON'T YOU THINK SHE HAD ENOUGH SUFFERING?!

In that moment, a grey wolf jumped through the window breaking it in little pieces tearing the man's flesh with his claws, catching him by surprise. Then it, with his teeth, started chewing the man's abdomen, covering the floor with red, hot, mortal blood. He without any mercy started eating the man insides, giving him an awful and hurtful death. Then looked around, the woman and the girl were no longer there. So, the wolf silently walked around the house looking for them. In the bedroom, he finally heard something in the big closet. His eyes were now shining with the accomplishment of finding his prey. Without a warning, he jumped in the direction of the closet destroying its doors. There he found the two women with her eyes wide open bathed in fear. In a half a second he took a bite at the woman's face, piercing her flesh and her eyes, that before covered in tears, were now covered in blood while the two of them. Inside the closet he gave them a death full of gore, appreciating their as if they were a beautiful music to his ears. After the bloody opera, he left the destroyed house happily.

After seeing this, Jack screamed for their names, cursed the wolf, tried to take revenge but he couldn't after all, it was all a memory. He wanted to cry but he couldn't. What before he thought it could help him forget, only increased the pain he felt.

Suddenly, he found himself in another room, he had never seen before. It was a simple, but beautiful room, made of only wood, with a little desk full of papers, and a large bed. In the bed there was someone. The mysterious person woke up and then he saw brown hair and big, green eyes.